[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]A Last Ditch Effort[/sub][/center]

	Krunk was in a pinch, and couldn't quite react to any of the attackers with the appropriate agility. Crap, fat people always had the disadvantage against agile little fuckers. Jenso's words caught his attention again as his hand crashed against the castle wall, but turning towards him was a bad idea. His flame saw struck Krunk's closed eyelid and burned through it, slicing it open and leaving a burnt husk behind, through which Krunk could not see anything at all.

	Zerraf's feather was still totally unnoticed. Krunk shrieked in pain, his ringed hand staying relatively immobile during Jenso's accurate strike to Krunk's eye. Suddenly, from behind, Drake zoomed into the sky high above Krunk, and launched his torrent of flames down on the large man's bald head. A streak of burnt flesh was left in its wake, but Krunk couldn't react. He was in a panic, shocked even! As Drake's Talon's struck his skull, he had had enough.

	Krunk's ring began to glow, as did his skin. Even thoug Zerraf's attack struck his flesh, it did not pull Krunks attention, or do significant damage. Krunk pulled his unringed hand back and swatted at Jenso again as he awaited his ultimate attack's charge to complete...