[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]Senpai pls[/sub][/center]

Zerraf waned his neck sideways. His steel struck as a grey blur while the mage looked at Jenso at an angle. His eyes were slow, blinking, distant. His strikes halted, rapier lowered and spinning in lazy circles. His wrist continued to flick the sword as the tip tapped upon Krunk's flesh. Zerraf turned his whole body now, a shuffle of his feet bringing his torso to face Jenso. His chin waved like a metronome. Higher up on Krunk's head, back to Jenso. Higher up, back to Jenso. He sighed heavily, mask wavering against breath.

He really didn't want to climb any higher.

Didn't anyone see him leap thirty feet up this guy's fat ass? That was enough jumping for the day, or so Zerraf figured. Come to find out, there was ever so inconveniently a weak spot even higher up on the goliath's skin. His stomach growled and his tongue pushed against the bottom row of his teeth. His lips furled, though unseen, as the mage's shoulders and chest raised to let out another sigh.

[color=ed1c24]"Fine."[/color]

Zerraf practically dragged the rapier. He let it surf behind him, tip skidding against Krunk's skin as he walked. Across the shoulder, now up the neck, like a mosquito ascending a mountain of flesh. Finally, past Everest, the bandaged 'X' was found. What a momentous discovery for mankind. Zerraf sheathed his blade and then reached for his holster. He gripped the stock and let the flintlock hang, wrist drooping against the weight of the barrel. Not that it was heavy, just inconvenient. Zerraf would kneel down and put the barrel to Krunk's head, pulling the trigger as soon as he was aimed.