[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]The power of surrender[/sub][/center]

Zerraf's eyes rarely showed interest, but for his blade to be caught, that was interesting. His pupils dilated momentarily, but they constricted all the same once again. The wind mage released the handle of the blade as the rolling ball man stood and shook it loose. The rapier was now ten feet high, in the clenched teeth of the robotic militant. Zerraf scratched his cheek, adjusting the brim of his face cloth as the general adjusted his own position. He hunched once again, posture being annoying to maintain. 

When the first word was spoken by Spike, Zerraf raised a limp, left hand and began to sway his wrist back and forth. It was a pathetic wave, but a wave nonetheless. A powerful roar had a powerful mouth. A powerful, now open mouth. Zerraf's rapier would pierce its way into the maw of the beast, wreaking havoc from the inside.

[color=ed1c24]"Oy-yo. Sleep easy."[/color]