01-08-2018, 03:09 AM
Eowyn and Tehoril were halted in their egress from the fountain of Infinity by the sudden arrival of Kopaka, the Empire’s duty-bound warrior. He appeared of a sudden, taking both shield maiden and priest unawares. For her part, Dernhelm was intrigued, for the bio-mech’s arrival was without warning and its nature unlike anything that Dernehlm had before encountered. As an armored statue it was, yet with a baleful glance and motion of its own accord. It rumbled to itself with an empty hollow sound, and a pallor stole over Tethoril as the full portent of their adversary became known.
“Run for it! He’s part of the Empire!” came the call, and with a speed borne of fear, Tethoril made to flee the challenger. Kopaka made no motion in response at the first, his pale and spectral eyes boring into the Rohirrim warrior that stood before him. At length, he turned and as if it was to him a matter of little accord, a pale ghost of power fled his hand and ensnared Tethoril’s legs. They were at once encased in frost, and the fleeing priest was upended, sliding smoothly to rest across the Nexus’s floor.
“There will be no flight from the crime scene.” Spoke the marbled statue, as though this were but a tutored lecture.
“Pathetic. You criminals have no Unity. Fleeing will not help you now. Your Destinies are inescapable.”
Dernhelm made no response, but gripped her ashen spear firmly with both hands, then pressed forward against her foe, seeking to make a measure of this unknown servant of the Empire. Kopaka turned to meet her charge and a terrible whine split the echoless air as the Hau te Kōpae began to spin.
Once and again, the Ashen spear was foiled, its broad blade skipping off the whirling barrier with a trail of sparks. For her part Dernhelm had the offensive, with the reach to keep at bay Duty’s warrior. However, the lust for battle was growing in Kopaka’s mind already, and his poise grew ever more fey and reckless in anticipation of his own advantage.
until at last, forgoing his shield, Kopaka accepted a powerful blow, the ashen spear scraped a jagged score, streaking of the uneven mantle of the Toa. Kopaka had deemed this injury an accepted cost, and ceased not his own offensive, one hand closing around the spear and the other bringing the Hau te Hoari to bear against his foe’s side. With no other recourse, Dernhelm released her grip, falling backwards and away from the treacherous dual-pointed blade.
Kopaka hefted aloft the weapon with disdain, and it clattered against the surface of the Nexus. Dernhelm was forced to retreat in haste before the Ice borne onslaught of the toa. The emerald cape of Rohan was torn and the hauberk scored before she gained the distance needed to regain her stance. Then the Great shield of Rohan displayed proudly, near enough a match in size to the Hau te Kōpae but yet its emerald shown more brilliant a beacon in the pallor of the Nexus. Kopaka drew taller and the hum of his shield ebbed to a pause as he regarded his foe once again. Dernhelm had adopted blade and shield, mirroring his own style of conquest.
“You fight seeking death, not victory.” Dernhelm spoke, and though his stance was unchanged from before, this time it was Kopaka who pressed the conflict, with mighty strokes. The alabaster blade cut swift and cleanly, weaving a deadly thicket that Dernhelm was hard pressed to defend. Her own valor held firm against the tide. The attacks came more swiftly, with an urgency that belayed his true motives in the conflict.
Dernhelm’s resolve was unshivered, however, and amidst the very poundings of Kopaka’s assault, an understanding came to the shield maiden, a sight of victory yet visible amidst the gloom. Dernhelm stepped forward, and with purpose brought Hasuhyrne upwards in a great arc. The blade of Kopaka was rent from his grip and the sparks of sorcery grown beyond control splayed from his injured hand.
For his part, Kopaka did not relinquish the offensive, throwing his bulk against the daughter of Rohan, pitting shield against shield. They strained against one another, each fully committed to the contest until Kopaka’s mask gleamed with a light even greater than that of the Nexus that surrounded them. Dernhelm felt her stance weaken and falter as the very ground beneath her took on an icy sheen.
With a growl, the Bionicle heaved Dernhelm away to tumble and slide across the ice. He turned to retrieve his blade. Dernhelm rose again, her valor yet holding against the empire’s pawn. The Shield maiden beat blade upon shield in challenge. This contest was yet to be full wrought on either combatant.
“Run for it! He’s part of the Empire!” came the call, and with a speed borne of fear, Tethoril made to flee the challenger. Kopaka made no motion in response at the first, his pale and spectral eyes boring into the Rohirrim warrior that stood before him. At length, he turned and as if it was to him a matter of little accord, a pale ghost of power fled his hand and ensnared Tethoril’s legs. They were at once encased in frost, and the fleeing priest was upended, sliding smoothly to rest across the Nexus’s floor.
“There will be no flight from the crime scene.” Spoke the marbled statue, as though this were but a tutored lecture.
“Pathetic. You criminals have no Unity. Fleeing will not help you now. Your Destinies are inescapable.”
Dernhelm made no response, but gripped her ashen spear firmly with both hands, then pressed forward against her foe, seeking to make a measure of this unknown servant of the Empire. Kopaka turned to meet her charge and a terrible whine split the echoless air as the Hau te Kōpae began to spin.
Once and again, the Ashen spear was foiled, its broad blade skipping off the whirling barrier with a trail of sparks. For her part Dernhelm had the offensive, with the reach to keep at bay Duty’s warrior. However, the lust for battle was growing in Kopaka’s mind already, and his poise grew ever more fey and reckless in anticipation of his own advantage.
until at last, forgoing his shield, Kopaka accepted a powerful blow, the ashen spear scraped a jagged score, streaking of the uneven mantle of the Toa. Kopaka had deemed this injury an accepted cost, and ceased not his own offensive, one hand closing around the spear and the other bringing the Hau te Hoari to bear against his foe’s side. With no other recourse, Dernhelm released her grip, falling backwards and away from the treacherous dual-pointed blade.
Kopaka hefted aloft the weapon with disdain, and it clattered against the surface of the Nexus. Dernhelm was forced to retreat in haste before the Ice borne onslaught of the toa. The emerald cape of Rohan was torn and the hauberk scored before she gained the distance needed to regain her stance. Then the Great shield of Rohan displayed proudly, near enough a match in size to the Hau te Kōpae but yet its emerald shown more brilliant a beacon in the pallor of the Nexus. Kopaka drew taller and the hum of his shield ebbed to a pause as he regarded his foe once again. Dernhelm had adopted blade and shield, mirroring his own style of conquest.
“You fight seeking death, not victory.” Dernhelm spoke, and though his stance was unchanged from before, this time it was Kopaka who pressed the conflict, with mighty strokes. The alabaster blade cut swift and cleanly, weaving a deadly thicket that Dernhelm was hard pressed to defend. Her own valor held firm against the tide. The attacks came more swiftly, with an urgency that belayed his true motives in the conflict.
Dernhelm’s resolve was unshivered, however, and amidst the very poundings of Kopaka’s assault, an understanding came to the shield maiden, a sight of victory yet visible amidst the gloom. Dernhelm stepped forward, and with purpose brought Hasuhyrne upwards in a great arc. The blade of Kopaka was rent from his grip and the sparks of sorcery grown beyond control splayed from his injured hand.
For his part, Kopaka did not relinquish the offensive, throwing his bulk against the daughter of Rohan, pitting shield against shield. They strained against one another, each fully committed to the contest until Kopaka’s mask gleamed with a light even greater than that of the Nexus that surrounded them. Dernhelm felt her stance weaken and falter as the very ground beneath her took on an icy sheen.
With a growl, the Bionicle heaved Dernhelm away to tumble and slide across the ice. He turned to retrieve his blade. Dernhelm rose again, her valor yet holding against the empire’s pawn. The Shield maiden beat blade upon shield in challenge. This contest was yet to be full wrought on either combatant.
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