Alexander was tired, wounded, and had a history of bad tactics when he got too emotional. But, he was still up and fighting, and so he conjured up a ball of fire once more, and threw it at the Krunklets. The others were being awesome, especially Jenso and strangely, Zerraf, but Alexander was slightly brought down by the fact that he had been the minimal contributor to the battle.

Jenso's spinning attack tore through the Krunklet ranks, knocking aside even the 'elite' krunlites with ease. The excessive force of his spinning attack, aided by Zerraf's wind magic, sent many-a-krunk into the nearby pools, trees, and even into the castle wall itself. Krink grunted audibly and pulled his arms into the holes of his armor. "USELESS!" He shouted, pulling out two golden balls from inside of his little fortress of personal idiocy. Was this guy really a doctor? "FINE, FACE MY FINEST INVENTIONS!"

Jenso eventually came to a halt, knocking aside more than half of the attacking krunks, and leaving the remaining orb-like soldiers to glance at his power in dismay. Several krunk soldiers thought of retreating, but perished the thought when they thought of what lord krunk would do to deserters. So of course, once Jenso's spin of death stopped, the 20-30 remaining Krunklets ran towards him and tumbled into a roll.

Krink tossed his two golden balls up into the air, where they would suddenly start floating, before turning red and heading towards Zerraf and Ainra, individually.

Eleanor watched as people were fighting against the krunks and slowly being overwhelmed... She had to do something... But what?... She was over her limit... She was past the point of safe fighting. If she continued, she would die... But if she didnt the innocent people would be defeated. She shuts her eyes tightly and starts to push herself off the ground. She collapses into her pile of blood. Everything was getting dark... She wasnt giving in though. Eleanor starts to drag herself somewhere... Somewhere hidden. She hides in a crate

As Jenso came to a halt, he was rather dizzy, pacing back and forth for a moment. "Holy shit.." He muttered, turning to Zerraf for a moment. "That was amazing!" He shouted as he regained his bearings. He turned back to the charging Krunklets. He slammed his left heel into the ground, as a flame wave erupted out of the ground, from the spot he struck. The flame wave grew wider and bigger as it moved towards the Krunklets.

Alexander drew his Jian, an Eastern Longsword, and began to attack the Krunklets trying to mob Jenso, hopefully bisecting some of them!

Zerraf did the opposite of a beckoning motion to Jenso, as if to divert his focus from himself to the fight at hand. The wind mage squinted at the glowing, flying orb coming at him and the newcomer. He stretched his back out and clumsily underhand tossed his rapier into the air. The rapier appeared to catch itself on an invisble, buoyant string, awaiting a command. Zerraf unholstered his flintlock pistol, tapping the barrel with the same hand that carried it, checking the stock, making sure the handle was waxed. The ball came closer. It was loaded, chamber was clean, scope was set, just the right amount of powder. CLOSER...

A wave of Zerraf's wrist and the flintlock's barrel sent the rapier shrieking forward, the sound of a flock worth of falcon's echoing in a canyon. It was in the direction of the orb, momentum gaining, ready to pierce its radiating veil. Without hesitation, the wind mage went from nonchalantly checking his gun to unleashing a round in perfect precision, a customized round twisting the air around it and adjusting its path if the orb were to change speeds or direction. The two projectiles were to collide with the orb at the same time, each no more or less difficult to dodge than the other.

Ainra grit her teeth a bit as the golden Krunklet leader...officer...whatever, finally performed an attack of his own that might not be immediately halted by Jenso. She decided to take the risk of dealing with the assault head-on though, and loosed her readied shot at Krink instead of intercepting the red projectile. "Hurry up and die, you stupid golden marble... I'm missing out on beating up your minion buddies!"

With her retaliation finished, she bolted off to the side, acknowledging the glowing red ball as probably something quite dangerous and that she should board the Nope train right off to Fucksville.

Zerraf's rapier and bullet struck home, not meeting much resistance at all as they made contact with two simultaneous 'tink' noises. The bomb exploded immediately afterwards, sending Zerraf's rapier flying away with the extensive force that it presented. Would it end up in pieces? Who knew. The explosion was devastatingly powerful, if Zerraf's rapier wasn't up to snuff, it would certainly end up as nothing more than scrap metal. Krink looked up in awe, extremely annoyed that his attack was halted without much effort. "MY BOMB!" He shouted, stamping the ground with his foot. Just then, Ainra's arrow pierced his right shoulder (Or whatever the hell was underneath that part of his round little body) and made him wince in pain. He pulled his right arm into his armor to clutch it, while his left arm went limp. "OW, FUCK" Following this, the Golden bomb heading for Ainra exploded near where she was initially standing, tearing the ground to shreds and sending dirt flying across the battlefield.

Jenso's flame wave heated up the little metal men, and dissuaded them from getting any closer to him. several of them bounced around on both feet, trying to cool themselves off, but they didn't do a very good job. Several ran towards the water, and jumped in with loud hiss sounds as their armor cooled off.

Alexander's attempts to attack the krunklets were for naught, their armor made it excessively difficult to even harm them with a sharp weapon without aiming for the most vulnerable sections around their arms and legs. He did however knock them around like little toys using his advantageous height and strength.

Ultimately, the path between Krink and the party of attackers was cleared, leaving only about 10 or 15 krunklets and a couple krunklites to defend his position at the edge of the path leading into Krunk fortress.

"Y-y-y-you stay back! Or you'll be sorry!" Krink shouted, pointing at them with his little hand shaking, "You'll be SO sorry! LORD KRUNK WILL SMASH YOU!"

Jenso smiled as the group managed to defeat the attacking Krunklets and Ainra's arrow struck Krink. He frowned as Krink started throwing empty threats at them with a frightened tone in his voice. "Hey, we don't need to keep fighting...Just stop attacking us. I'm willing to let you get out of here. I'm not sure what the others will decide, though." Jenso said, waiting for Krink's response. "We just wanna kick Lord Krunk's ass!"

Krink looked at Jenso in disbelief when he mentioned 'kicking lord Krunk's ass', as did all his underlings.

"Oh sorry...didn't you hear it?" Jenso said in a confused tone, taking a deep breath in and out.

"WE ARE GOING TO KICK-"

Jenso stopped and ended up coughing rather abruptly and loud, stopping his sentence. "Agh, urk! Oh...oh crap..sorry, my throat's dry or something.." He muttered.

"Oh uhh...Lord Krunk's ass. Yeah, that's the last part I was gonna say!" Jenso finished. He could really use a drink.

Zerraf's eyes remained locked on Krink as they always had throughout the battle, the dual explosions unfurling the white hair beneath his wide brim cap. The wind mage moved a drooping bang to the side of his face, using the flintlock as an improvised hand. He set the flintlock in front of him to reload, again as if it were on invisible, buoyant string. A soft breeze shuffled Zerraf's bangs. The same dead, glazed stare confronting the golden doctor. Zerraf stepped forward.

Again, red boots against green grass. The blades of grass separating with each tread. Zerraf squinted, not at the minions, at Krink. Always Krink. The gun was loaded and fell back into his palm. He kept it facing downward. Zerraf was in front of everyone now. "Oh-yo. Not all of us, hm," Zerraf said in response to Jenso. A faint shrieking was heard in the distance, off to the side, like a scream in the wilderness.

He trudged past his allies, and through the minions if they allowed it. He did not confront them with his eyes. Only Krink. That same glazed look. That slouched posture and heavy footing. Grass underfoot, slight breeze, shrieking into crescendo. His trudge was slow, and easy to intercept. Given they fought, Zerraf would respond in kind. If not, he would continue his stare down with Krink, until he was mere inches from his face.

Alexander, finding that his Jian was not able to pierce the armored bodies of the Krunklets, only bounce them around, sighed. He really wasn't useful!

And so, when everyone stopped, he just did, disheartened.

Krink took a step back when Jenso shouted his answer, once again reaffirming that not only was he crazy, but pretty damn loud. Before Krink could rebut though, Zerraf made his way towards the little golden man, trying to intimidate him with his presence alone. The krunklets near him backed away fearfully, forgetting about the punishment that might befall them if they disobeyed their master and went rogue. Krink looked up, frozen in place, and gulped hard. "W-W-What're you looking at!?" He croaked.

Jenso walked over to Zerraf and Krink, stopping beside Zerraf and not saying a word. He already said all he wanted to say to Krink, personally having no intention of attacking Krink anymore unless he were to attack them again. Zerraf seemed to have the situation under control, so Jenso decided to keep his focus on Krink's minions rather then Krink himself.

The glassy stare of Zerraf contended with Krink's willpower. A master of suspense, Zerraf continued to stare wordless, motionless, left hand softly hovering just above his cloak pocket. The shrieking became louder, coming from the side, a build up. A slow blink from the wind mage. You could hear his eyelids colliding, reopening as a castle gate before a moat. Half-open, slouched, Zerraf's mask shifted. Shrieking.

His hair became more wild. Wind picking up, gusts, more noise. Zerraf's cloak ruffled against his body as he picked up his hand as a crane, slowly, coming to eye-level with Krink over agonizing moments. A drooping finger, pointed directly at Krink's head, less than an inch away. Just in front of that stone face, those unmoving eyes. The sound was deafening now, nature's cry. An exhale of breath creeping from behind Zerraf's mask. Words:

"Where do you keep your blankets?"

Eleanor continued to hide inside the box. There was a blood trail leading to the box and the box was oozing blood from the bottom. If anyone was to notice the blood then they would surely find her. Eleanor was still coughing blood, but it was slowly becoming a lot less in the amount that was coming out. She also wasn't enjoying her clothes being stained, but thats a different story

While looking around sadly, Alexander would see a trail of blood, red blood, one that obviously didn't come from a Krunklet. As he had collected his First Aid Kit along with his Jian and Pistols and everything else, the young man thought he could help, and he was right.

Going to where Eleanor was hiding, Alex said, soothingly:

"Don't worry, I'm a friend who knows first aid." And with that, he took out a syringe.

"Morphine, for painkilling." And without any ado, he tried to inject the painkiller into Eleanor, and, if he succeeded, waited for her to fall unconscious before Alexander took off most of her clothes in order to inspect her for internal bleeding and broken bones, and begin treating them with disinfectant and bandages.

He also treated his own wounds, while at the same time projecting yet another Shield of the Sun in order to keep anyone from interfering with his medical work.

Eleanor was taken by surprise when she was injected with morphine. In the few seconds before she fell unconscious Eleanor slapped Alexander across the face. She lied there unconscious in her pile of blood. She would of stabbed Alexander for stripping her down, even if it was for medical reasons. Eleanor had no internal bleeding, but she had a fracture in her 2nd rib down on the left and 4th down right

Alexander frowned at that, and consulted his First Aid Kit; it seemed as though broken ribs can't be bound easily. However, he can still take precautions against infection; thankfully, one of his supplies was listed as 'food and water', and he also took that with him from the storage bay; it was in a Bag of Holding. Taking out an oral antibiotic from his First Aid Kit, the 24-year old then mixed honey and water from his food and drink, and gave Eleanor the mixture along with the oral antibiotic.

Then, Alexander dressed Eleanor in her own clothes again, albeit sloppily.