[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]Stairs: the sequel[/sub][/center]

Zerraf noted the falling bricks, and his current position. Lord Krunk was attempting to crush him by sitting down. The wind mage admired the minute amount of effort put into a crushing blow, but only for a moment. The appreciation as draining, and the ass was fast approaching. With a zephyr at his feet, Zerraf burst into the air towards the first groups of bricks that had fallen. Left hand in pocket, he would continue this trend. Bouncing off each brick, he'd begin ascending the falling bricks as if they were platforms to climb from.

All the while, the feather still made its precarious way upward and towards the finger.