01-14-2018, 04:55 PM
"Imperial dog!" came an abrupt shout from behind Kopaka. In all of the haze of combat, the Toa had nearly forgotten about the lingering Kingdom priest who had been travelling with this poorly misguided Primeling. The biomech looked over at the furious cleric and then back to the wimpering, hunched form of Éowyn.
"Now that you've ceased your screaming, perhaps we can get down to business." Kopaka said, tapping his sword with a metal finger. Frozen flakes of the Lady's blood cracked away and fell to the porcelain floor, giving it some lovely coloration. White with red was truly a sublime combination of colors, and Kopaka was glad that these humans were full of the latter. He was glad that Tahu was not around to hear such a proclamation on his part, but– The Toa suddenly grunted and clutched at his head, breathing shakily. No. His past life was not longer relevant. It would have no bearing on his conduct in this insular dimension. Kopaka hastily crammed the memories back into whatever sealed database they had escaped from and continued his soliloquy. He began to stride towards the relatively unharmed secondary and grabbed him by the hair, dragging Tethoril closer to Éowyn.
"I have long been contemplating how pointless it is to kill Primes in this world. Death is only a minor setback, and even the damnation of the Underverse cannot hold the likes of us indefinitely." Kopaka said, crouching down to try and look the Lady in the eye. She spurned his gaze, and his gleaming yellow eyes narrowed slightly. He stood back up to sheathe his sword and shield before making his way over to the still half-frozen Kingdom cleric.
"Luckily for me, I believe I stumbled through what constitutes true death in this realm. To fail and languish so utterly in defeat for months and months that I lost myself and became...this. Perhaps you think me unaware of my own savagery and bloodlust. It is not so. It is merely what remains after everything I held dear and true was methodically scoured from my soul by humiliation, hardship, and despair..." Kopaka said, beginning to clench a fist so hard in front of his face that it began to audibly creak and groan. He released the pent up fury with a shuddering sigh.
"So, servant of Aragorn, you will tell me everything you know of the King. Habits. Secrets. The world he lived in, and who he loved within it. Then, when I am satisfied that your failure is complete, I will let you and this Kingdom slime to limp back to Camelot so you can inform Aragorn of your treachery first-hand." Kopaka said, growing audibly excited at the prospect. Éowyn finally managed to fight through the haze of pain with bared teeth, glaring up at the darkened Toa.
"And if I refuse? What then, beast? You yourself said that slaying me is a fool's errand, and I do not fear pain." the Rohirrim spat, sending a glob of mucus and phlegm onto Kopaka's foot. The biomech stared down at the bolus of slime, and would have smiled had his Kanohi allowed for it; he had anticipated this sort of retort. Kopaka stood up and strode over to Tethoril, who eyed the Imperial inquisitor with an interesting duality of fear and courage.
"Then I will systematically dismantle your companion until he is reduced to his basic functions of consumption and excretion. Perhaps we should start with his eyes." Kopaka cooed, reaching out towards Tethoril with an ice-imbued hand.
"Nay! Dernhelm, do not betray the King on my account! Do not listen to this monster!" Tethoril proclaimed, his voice caught between vindication and tragedy. He looked over at Éowyn with as much of a reassuring smile as he could manage. Kopaka scoffed.
"Alas, I stand corrected. We will start with that pesky tongue." he spat.
"Wha–Gwwwuaagghhhhhaaauuggh!" were Tethoril's last noises before Kopaka smashed his torso back into the Nexus with one foot and plunged a frozen, metal fist fully into the human man's mouth. Éowyn watched in abject horror as the biomech reached down Tethori's throat as far as he could, grabbed the wriggling lump of flesh, and yanked the rapidly freezing tongue out of the cleric's head. The sounds were revolting, and might have seen the Lady sick if not for the pit that also formed within her gut. Aimless, senseless screaming was all that remained as Kopaka kicked Tethoril into a prone position and allowed blood and vomit to flood out of his gaping face-wound. Kopaka looked down at the slug-like tube of human flesh in his hand and casually tossed it on Dernhelm's lap.
"Talk."
"Now that you've ceased your screaming, perhaps we can get down to business." Kopaka said, tapping his sword with a metal finger. Frozen flakes of the Lady's blood cracked away and fell to the porcelain floor, giving it some lovely coloration. White with red was truly a sublime combination of colors, and Kopaka was glad that these humans were full of the latter. He was glad that Tahu was not around to hear such a proclamation on his part, but– The Toa suddenly grunted and clutched at his head, breathing shakily. No. His past life was not longer relevant. It would have no bearing on his conduct in this insular dimension. Kopaka hastily crammed the memories back into whatever sealed database they had escaped from and continued his soliloquy. He began to stride towards the relatively unharmed secondary and grabbed him by the hair, dragging Tethoril closer to Éowyn.
"I have long been contemplating how pointless it is to kill Primes in this world. Death is only a minor setback, and even the damnation of the Underverse cannot hold the likes of us indefinitely." Kopaka said, crouching down to try and look the Lady in the eye. She spurned his gaze, and his gleaming yellow eyes narrowed slightly. He stood back up to sheathe his sword and shield before making his way over to the still half-frozen Kingdom cleric.
"Luckily for me, I believe I stumbled through what constitutes true death in this realm. To fail and languish so utterly in defeat for months and months that I lost myself and became...this. Perhaps you think me unaware of my own savagery and bloodlust. It is not so. It is merely what remains after everything I held dear and true was methodically scoured from my soul by humiliation, hardship, and despair..." Kopaka said, beginning to clench a fist so hard in front of his face that it began to audibly creak and groan. He released the pent up fury with a shuddering sigh.
"So, servant of Aragorn, you will tell me everything you know of the King. Habits. Secrets. The world he lived in, and who he loved within it. Then, when I am satisfied that your failure is complete, I will let you and this Kingdom slime to limp back to Camelot so you can inform Aragorn of your treachery first-hand." Kopaka said, growing audibly excited at the prospect. Éowyn finally managed to fight through the haze of pain with bared teeth, glaring up at the darkened Toa.
"And if I refuse? What then, beast? You yourself said that slaying me is a fool's errand, and I do not fear pain." the Rohirrim spat, sending a glob of mucus and phlegm onto Kopaka's foot. The biomech stared down at the bolus of slime, and would have smiled had his Kanohi allowed for it; he had anticipated this sort of retort. Kopaka stood up and strode over to Tethoril, who eyed the Imperial inquisitor with an interesting duality of fear and courage.
"Then I will systematically dismantle your companion until he is reduced to his basic functions of consumption and excretion. Perhaps we should start with his eyes." Kopaka cooed, reaching out towards Tethoril with an ice-imbued hand.
"Nay! Dernhelm, do not betray the King on my account! Do not listen to this monster!" Tethoril proclaimed, his voice caught between vindication and tragedy. He looked over at Éowyn with as much of a reassuring smile as he could manage. Kopaka scoffed.
"Alas, I stand corrected. We will start with that pesky tongue." he spat.
"Wha–Gwwwuaagghhhhhaaauuggh!" were Tethoril's last noises before Kopaka smashed his torso back into the Nexus with one foot and plunged a frozen, metal fist fully into the human man's mouth. Éowyn watched in abject horror as the biomech reached down Tethori's throat as far as he could, grabbed the wriggling lump of flesh, and yanked the rapidly freezing tongue out of the cleric's head. The sounds were revolting, and might have seen the Lady sick if not for the pit that also formed within her gut. Aimless, senseless screaming was all that remained as Kopaka kicked Tethoril into a prone position and allowed blood and vomit to flood out of his gaping face-wound. Kopaka looked down at the slug-like tube of human flesh in his hand and casually tossed it on Dernhelm's lap.
"Talk."
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