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...

As Lord Krunk began to glow, Jenso frowned. He didn't know what Krunk was doing, but it certainly couldn't be anything good. His focus turned to Zerraf's feather for a moment, and then to Zerraf himself. While Krunk was glowing, Jenso dashed right past Zerraf. "We gotta aim for the bandages on top of his head, I think that should finish him off!" He whispered to him, hoping Krunk didn't hear. After moving further away from Zerraf, he noticed Krunk's enormous hand swatting down at him.

Jenso sped up his dash, moving at top speeds along the rampart to avoid Lord Krunk's hand. He didn't have much energy left, but Jenso certainly didn't intend to go down without a fight. A burst of flames erupted from his feet, aimed to launch him right above Krunk's head. A hammer of flames materialised into his hands. He aimed to swing his hammer down at the spot where Drake's talons struck earlier.

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.

"Fine."

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.

Lord Krunk's Quarters



My eyes looked beyond the mountain of a man to a glowing ring, my eyes widened as I figured this might have meant he was about to transform again or pull off something crazy, so I would release my talons and soared in the air, my feet would cling to whats left of the cieling as I looked down and him and my allies, awaiting in silence and recovering some stamina in the process.

"Oi, look out!" I called down, my voice echoed in the quarter room, to my newfound allies as my wings would begin to embrace myself like a shield, but kept a gap opened so I can see.

Krunk let out a massive squeak as Zerraf's bullet tore through Krunk's thick bandages and embedded itself below his skin, and deep inside of his skull-bone. He reeled back in pain, Jenso's hammer only knocking him slightly forward again, and shaking his composure. The glowing around him ceased entirely, but started up again a few seconds afterwards. Krunk began growing even more, but at a very slow pace.

"KRUNK ROLL OUT!" He shouted, slowly pulling his appendages into his armor. The sound of flesh scraping against iron was slow. It seemed that most of his stamina was already depleted. Krunk's movements were becoming sluggish and predictable. His ring hand remained immobile, as did his head. Was now the time to strike the killing blow?

Jenso took note of Krunk's movements. 'Shit..we can't let him get away now!' He thought, as another burst of flames erupted from his feet which would launch him right above the thick bandages on Krunk's head. 'This is it...my last bit of energy..' He thought, as flames violently bursted out of his left arm. As he fell down, he launched a flame dragon punch downwards, aimed at the bandages where Zerraf shot Krunk, in an attempt to ram Zerraf's bullet even deeper into the giant's head.