"Holy shit!!" Jenso shrieked, staring up at General Spike after he made the giant leap. "Wow, that was amazing!" He complimented, as flames gathered in his left hand. He waited until General Spike was about to crash into him from above, and quickly jumped back, to move out of the way at the last moment. He quickly threw the flames in his left hand forward, as they extended and solidified into a flame whip. He threw the end of it at Horns, hoping it would wrap around him and attempted to pull him closer by pulling on the whip with both hands, right onto the spot where Jenso previously stood.

Zerraf's body fell as a large poster might to the ground, arcs of swooping wind carrying him to the group. The ground accepted him silently. His monotonous groan continued as he attempted to put support onto his feet: no use. The wind mage wasn't capable enough to fly or even hover at this point in time, so he was left with rolling as transportation.

"You'd leave the dance floor so soon?" Zerraf said, albeit roughly.

And still his slow blinking and occasional yawn continued, head slowly falling side to side. His half-open eyes traced the direction to where Lord Funk was heading. A sloth hand reached precariously into a bag latched to his side. He pulled out five shuriken, and with a flick of his wrists they began to hum. Air seemed to evaporate off of the metal. Reeling as a top, Zerraf let the shuriken fly and his side collided with the ground. The shuriken flew as a hive mind, crossing between, over and around each other towards Lord Funk. They were special, magically capable of storing certain spells. On collision, they would unleash a sonic boom, and could continue to attack so long as they weren't destroyed or pinned of momentum.

And in the midst of those sonic booms, as the hive of weaponry battled Lord Funk, Zerraf would be the first to notice a faint shrieking begin to crescendo.

Funk's legs flopped out of his armor near the end of one of his spins. He was now sitting, facing away from zerraf, with a pain passing through his eardrums. "Whoa-ho-oh-ohhhh.. You little punk! Get ready to feel the-" Funk stood up and hopped, landing back on his feet, facing Zerraf just as his shurikens were about to impact him. "...Funk?" The shurikens battered him once after another, not pushing him very far, but most certainly deafening the Funk-master within seconds of the repeated 'tinks' and 'booms' that resounded through his armor.

That's enough, time to show you who's buff, Funk though, propelling himself several feet off the ground. It didn't matter if the shuriken's followed, because what happened next made them somewhat irrelevant, despite that fact that they had already completely deafened the Funk-master and left a few dents in his silvery armor. "Funky Flows!" The little ball-man shouted, dropping back to the ground as if he'd suddenly gained several hundred pounds of weight. As he slammed back down, the shurikens were blown away by the shockwave that followed. A frequency echoed from his ear-holes and gauntlets specifically concocted to stop Zerraf's assault of bladed stars.

Now Funk looked angry. Well, under his helmet, anyways. You really couldn't tell, actually! He was a pretty tough nut to crack!

Meanwhile, Jenso's flamewhip successfully wrapped around horns. "HUH!?" Horns cried, but it was too late. His armor's mid-section began heating up. Suddenly him and Jenso had swapped places, and General Spike couldn't stop. With a loud, satisfying SHRINK! Horns was totally impaled by Spike's mighty horn of justice. Horns coughed up a whole lot of blood beneath his helmet, and Spike pushed himself off of his comrade, looking down at him irritably. "_O^H _N^O_O^O_O^O_O^O..."

"Damn it, Horns!" spike shouted, turning to Jenso. "You always were just a handicap!" Spike glared at Jenso through his grated helmet and clenched his fist. "You're going to pay for your intrusion, you hot-headed freak!"

Jenso smiled as Horns was defeated. After listening to Spike however, his smile vanished. He looked deadly serious. "You shouldn't talk that way about your companion. He tried his best." He spoke in a cold tone, as his smile returned. "Come on buddy, show me what ya got!" He shouted in an excited tone, and launched two fireballs at Spike's chest with his hands. He took a defensive stance after doing so, waiting to see how Spike would respond.

"Oy-ye. Nobody's ever broken my ankles before. This is pretty annoying," Zerraf said. He laid back as one might at the beach. His left forearm and elbow supported his body leaning back, and one of his legs was angled upward, knee at the peak. His other leg was flat on the ground. His white bangs danced as the wind from Funk's dispersal reached his location. Once the flows were finished, he cocked his neck upward to readjust his wide brim hat.

Wind became visible as it coiled around him in a white tide. The figure of a serpent began to form, fanged but silent. It's eyes were closed and it merely rested around Zerraf. Zerraf's voice echoed, throwing his sound anywhere but his current location. "Eh. You offer me ale and then attack from behind doors. You're sending mixed signals. Did you put something in my drink?" Zerraf continued, the echoing words were just a distraction, something to buy time.

Enough time for a shrieking rapier to fly in as a banshee towards the unarmored earhole of Lord Funk.

"Shattered bone is just the beginning! The funk aint over yet, little man! I'll have your head on a platter, for lord Krunk, blaka bla-" Funk's voice was cut off as something entered his ear hole. The whistling winds were null to him, and without his funky-hearing, there was no way to Funky-dodge that attack. With a few creaks, his body fell limp, and the funk-master was brought down in the name of the wind. Not very funky, if you ask me.

That left only general spike to fight them both, but he wasn't looking to fight a losing battle. He dodged Jenso's fireballs to the left, one barely whiffing past his armor, and rolled his way towards the large courtyard exit in full retreat. "Lord Krunk will see to your demise!" He shouted with a reverberating voice.

Two generals dead, one on the retreat. Seems this battle was won, for the most part.

Zerraf fell to his back, left arm giving away. The serpent could about him coiled into the air and dissipated into invisible space. The rapier that had pierced Funk unsheathed itself and returned to Zerraf. Its graceful descent ended in cacophonous rattling as it lost trajectory, landing ten feet away from Zerraf. With the curl of his wrist and some strenuous rolls sideways, the rapier returned to his hand.

"Oy-yo. Jenso-man," Zerraf said. He was still laying on the ground, and didn't appear to be moving much. "I can't walk. I danced too hard." A smile appeared beneath his mask. "Let's take a break," Zerraf said. And with that, his eyes were closed, his hand still gripping the shrieking rapier.

Jenso glared at Spike as he retreated, and turned to Zerraf. He could try to go after Spike if he wanted, but right now Zerraf needed his help. And he wouldn't leave him behind simply to chase an enemy who was retreating. He walked over to him. "You did good, man. We kicked their asses. I'm going to get you some help, either in this fortress or somewhere else. No worries." He said, grabbing Zerraf gently and placing him on his shoulder. He began kicking down the remaining doors, not stopping until he would see something of use to aid Zerraf.

Klunk Fortress, Courtyard

High above the castle, my eyes saw the movement of an elite soldier amongst tinier ones heading towards another part of the kingdom. Rage filled my eyes as I could finally kill without legal or moral reprocussions. Though outnumbered I was prideful in my abilities, my wings would soar as I directed myself down to the courtyard like a hawk, my feet morphing into reptilian talons as I would strike down General spike with both clawed feet from above at high speeds.

As General Spike was rolling through the courtyard, he heard a loud 'Clanc!' noise as Drake's claws struck him. There was no immediate damage to him despite a few dents in his armour. The Krunklet popped out of his armor. "You're making a big mistake, fool!" He roared, aiming his left gauntlet at his foe. Three golden needles launched from his hand at Drake.



As Jenso was still kicking down doors, he looked over his shoulder and saw Eleanor on the ground. She had been struck by golden needles. 'Darn...' He thought, continueing his door-kicking. He had not noticed the commotion at the courtyard yet.

Klunk Fortress, Courtyard

Price of overconfidence

My left wing would quickly shield my face and chest as a reaction, I'd wince as the needles pierced through the flesh of the membranes of skin on my wing. They'd be stuck in the now bleeding flesh of the extra limb as I quickly lept off of the General, though rage still filled me I noticed that I was surrounded.

As Jenso searched the rooms within the fortress, he ended up finding a room filled with potions. There were many of them on shelves and tables and such. Two potions in particular grabbed his attention. They were labeled 'Healing potion for bones' and 'Healing potion for Muscles'. "Wow...that's convenient!" He shouted, putting Zerraf down on the ground. "Open wide man! I dunno how this is going to taste, but it looks like it's our only option right now." He said, preparing to pour the potions into Zerraf's mouth. He was unsure if Zerraf was still awake. It was posssible that he had fainted out of pain. If that were the case, Jenso would open Zerraf's mouth himself and pour them in.

Zerraf bounced on Jenso's shoulder as he traversed the lobby looking for aid. He never responded with anything but a grunt or a sort of low humming. It reminded you of standing in a forest and remaining very still. The brim of his red, cloth hat was large and obtrusive. The white feather on its side likely caressed your face.

As Zerraf was laid on the ground, he crossed his arms and opened an eye. His eye darted from the potion to Jenso's face. He stroked his chin with his left hand, making a more pronounced humming sound now. The forest woke up, as much as it would anyway. "Hm-hm. I guess I'll walk," Zerraf said. A gangly arm crept towards the sloshing potion. His pale fingers encased the glass before charioting it back to his elevation. Slipping the neck underneath his mask, the red mage didn't bother to lift his head as he ingested the convenient alchemy.

The bottle was released and rolled about in circles. Zerraf took his time in standing. First one knee, then a hand, now a foot, a few bounces, some turns, a yawn, some slouching, nodding, and finally he stood upright. He shoved a hand into his pocket, standing on each foot to roll his ankles. His ghost eyes looked to yours. "Thanks," Zerraf said. Shoulders lowered and back hunched, his footsteps trudged heavily past Jenso. "Let's go bring the house down."

As Jenso and Zerraf made their way into the courtyard, they would notice a dragon-like man duking it out with Lord spike, just before having his wings torn apart by the golden krunk-legion soldier's spike cannon. Spike was just being released, and continued to roll across the courtyard until he was near the center, where a massive fountain stood with several little krunk statues lining its edges, holding tiny bows like round-ass-cupid-looking-mother-fuckers.

"First interlopers from the front, and now from the sky!? You will rue the day that you lay foot on these grounds, trespassers!" As he shouted, hundreds of little krunklets rolled into the courtyard from two massive archways on the west and east edges. All the exits then slammed shut, and spike hopped atop the fountain, standing resolute. A second later, the back of his armor jutted open momentarily to release a large red cape that fluttered in the wind. "You face General Spike, leader of the Krunk army, right hand to Lord krunk himself!" He shouted. His soldiers cheered as he did show, and he smirked under his golden helmet.



"Surrender and your deaths will be quick!" Spike finally announced, aiming both of his wrist-mounted spike launchers at the intruders.

"Yeah, let's kick their asses!" Jenso replied to Zerraf. Jenso stared at General Spike as he, Drake and Zerraf were surrounded by many krunklets, and Spike gave his speech. He had to hand it to the general; He certainly knew how to make a stylish entrance. "Wow, cool!" Jenso commented with a smile, and got in a combat stance. "We'll still need to kick your ass, though." He added, launching two fire balls, one from each hand, at the spike launchers on the General's wrists.

Zerraf nodded at Jenso's suggestion, finding a common ground with his enthusiastic opposite. His leather shoes scuffed against grass as he shuffled into the courtyard. His hand rummaged into his pocket pointlessly. The mage's blinks slowed further and further as Spike droned on. The dragon garnered an eyebrow raise. No, what interested Zerraf the most at the moment was Spike's proposition of being a 'right hand' to someone.

"Eyyy...wait, but Lord Funk is dead?"

Zerraf scratched his head, attempting to figure out the situation. Before the hamster could turn the wheel, though, Jenso sprang into action by launching fire balls at Spike. The red mage supported well. Throwing his left arm in a pinwheel motion, a visible current formed in front of the duo. Howling winds caused grass to wane away from them, shaking in order to hold to the ground. The fire balls, as they passed through the wall, doubled in speed as they careened towards their target. The wall was two-sided: objects gained speed through their side, and lost speed from the other.

Klunk Fortress, Courtyard Not so screwed after all

Looking at the new arrivals, by their position I could tell they wanted to crush these pitiful soldiers and their general as well. My wings would sink and disappear into my back, their wounds translated to the skin on my body near the center of my spine. I winced, but grinned as how fortunate I was to get reinforcements. Seeing them facing the general I figured it would be best if I took care of the small fry for them, easy prey after all but pesky and numerous. My two front hands, or now claws, would begin to grow and malform rapidly, jnto they both became two separate draconic heads, gleaming eyes, red plates scales, and rows of teeth with barbs and horns decorating their reptilian features. The two heads would let out a tremendous but brief roar before their mouths glowed bright with heat and launched streams of fire-breathings onto two separate crowds of soldiers.

General spike was caught off guard by the fireballs, and then thrown further into disarray when they suddenly picked up speed. Both of his arm cannons fired spike trios towards Zerraf, which slowed in speed upon passing through the red-mage's wind-wall, losing over half of their piercing power. "Damn it!" He shouted, attempting to roll aside. His armor was caught in the dual explosion regardless, which sent his body flying into the top of the fountain, destroying several of the statues before he landed on the opposite side with a bounce. His armor was heated enough that he needed to release his limbs and head to avoid cooking alive, but he wasn't about to get up again without a moment of rest. Especially not after Jenso burned up his sick ass cape.

Meanwhile, the new-comer shifted his form to attack the small fry that immediately began swarming the intruders once Spike was thrown from his pedestal. The waves of flame sent many soldiers in the opposite direction, but several of the rolling balls lost their form and crept to a stop, either because their rounded-bodies lost their for entirely, or because the men wearing the armor lost consciousness from the extreme heat. A good chunk of the foot-soldiers remained though, and they rushed around the defenses in a wave of rolling steel towards Zerraf and Jenso, avoiding the dragon-man as much as they could.

Jenso smiled as his attacks struck and General Spike had yet to get back up. He frowned as Spike's cape burned up, though. He just wanted to defeat the Krunklet, not ruin his style! He glanced at Drake for a moment. It seemed the man was on their side. Or at least, he was an enemy of the Krunklets. "Nice moves dude!" He complimented to Drake, as a hammer made out of flames materialised in his hands. As the group of Krunklets rolled at them, he grabbed his hammer in both hands. He swung his hammer wildly as he spun around in circles, aiming to knock the charging Krunklets right into Zerraf's wind current, to launch them at General Spike.

Zerraf's lazy, glazed eyes drifted upward to the sky. They rested on the man of three heads. Zerraf wasn't aware that triclops existed until then. Whatever the case, the wind mage was glad he didn't have to dodge all of the fire going around. It seemed to be the popular element these days. Maybe Zerraf should pick up some fire tricks. Eh, it wasn't his style. The wind mage returned from his day dreams, blinking slowly, and once. He raised his left hand, elbow bent and fingers dropped. He wagged his fingers in a wave-like fashion.

"Hey."

With that, the hand was brought down like a lever of a slot machine. Ribbons of wind formed on the ground, weaving between the grass of the courtyard. They formed abstract patterns. As if they were alive, they danced amongst the tiny organisms the soil held. If a Krunklet was to step on one of the many ribbons, it would feel gravitation toward Zerraf's wind wall, picking up speed until they were shot as a cannon toward Spike. Zerraf's arched neck proceeded to creak in the direction of the wind wall, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

"Oh, Right."

Zerraf bent at the knees and leaned backward, just dodging the half-speed spikes that had been sent in his direction. He rose from this position afterward, as a zombie from the grave. Slowly, he returned to his feet and cracked his neck in his classic hunched position. The fingers of his left hand danced on the rapier, as he would unsheathe and strike if any rolling ball men were to escape Jenso's hammer and Zerraf's currents.