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Mate Kata
#6
No! No no no!

Pennywise looked sharply around, frenzied and with saliva fizzing around Its gnashing teeth like a rabid dog. An impenetrable cloud of snow and icy air stung at Its eyes until they wept, the only thing It was able to discern being the bright orange buttons lining the front of Its costume. Snarling wordlessly, the clown stamped Its feet like a tantrum-having child, a frustrated display that was offset by the merry jingling of the bells attached to Its shoes. Both sounds were lost to the groaning of the miniature blizzard, the droning whine of snowfall crackling like static in the air.

Rendered almost completely sightless, the interdimensional entity was unable to pick out just where Its enemies might have gone, but It suspected that they were watching It, waiting for the perfect moment to strike…

An armored figure made of metal burst from the billowing fog with surprising speed, the glacier blue lenses of Kopaka’s mask glinting with caustic, insane fury. The space surrounding him was made too bitter, too sharp by his presence— the embodiment of a killing frost. The clown scarcely had time to react before an enormous sword sliced across Its midsection, the blindingly silver blade tearing through silk and sickly-colored flesh with ease.

It hurled Itself back with a wretched squeal, writhing like a snake across the Nexus floor.

Pain! Bright, freezing, searing pain, the sensation clotting around Its nerve endings until they were numb with cold! Wine-dark blood stained the beast’s belly, the carved flesh hanging off like thinly-sliced salami. Clawed hands carved deep grooves into the ground as It twisted away from Its attacker, limbs spasming with erratic desperation.

Shoulder joint rolling to prepare for another strike, the Toa of Ice advanced, swiftly crossing the chasm of distance It sought to put between them. At the sight of a fast-moving blur of golden fire, however, the biomech was content to slow his pace and observe his new companion in action. He assumed a guarded pose with his icy shield raised before him, the circular device spinning ceaselessly in preparation for any flying projectiles or spells.

Alexus had chosen the perfect moment to strike, the Imperial enforcer decided as he watched from afar. The clown was too occupied with hunching over Its stomach, squinting at the gash there as the wound quickly became iced-over with a splintery, painful film of frost.

Tiger stripes of vibrant heat swirled around Alexus as she assumed a wide stance, a plume of fiery energy manifesting in the palm of one hand. Her eyes burned bright like fire opals, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips as her spellwork was completed within a matter of seconds, the ambrosial magic tickling her fingertips. She unleashed the flare in Pennywise’s direction with an almost lazy flourish, the enchanted flames combusting in midair with a glorious, sizzling fwoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the clown’s entire form went from chilled to the bone to burning, brilliant orange flames lapping up over Its body as the silken costume lit up like a bonfire, the skeletal form of the creature contorting in obvious agony. A smell like sulfur and burnt popcorn permeated the air, stinking up everything. The screaming was the worst part, high and tortured, like a howling infant that has been placed inside a cradle of blisteringly hot coals. And oh, how It screamed and screamed and screamed.

Alexus stared, shocked. She was already somewhat aware that her spell wasn’t powerful enough to do this, but her suspicions were confirmed when the biomech appeared at her side, his chilly chassis leeching heat from her comparatively toasty flesh.

The lenses of Kopaka’s mask whined as he made good use of his Kanohi Akaku, surveying their enemy with a mostly unbothered air. His companion, on the other hand, winced in obvious discomfort, her sensitive feline ears flattened against her skull to counter the ungodly screeching.

“What the hell?! This fucker isn’t that weak, is it?” Alexus demanded, her teeth gritted.

The metal components between Kopaka’s head and neck shifted— the robotic equivalent of a shrug. “No. It would seem that the target intends to fool us into complacency by exaggerating his injuries.”

Deciding that this was his ‘I am motherfucking done with this motherfucker’ voice, Alexus shot the Toa a grin that was positively lethal, totally ready for action. “Alright, then let’s REALLY give this thing something to cry about!”

Leaping forward with boundless grace, Alexus called the fabled sword Moyashi to her hand. The mercurial blade of the katana flashed as she swung it straight for the demon clown’s neck, certain that it could rip through the mound of filthy collar ruffles there. Alexus bared her teeth in a ferocious smile, the ethereal aura surrounding her limbs flaring outward, hotter than the summer sun—

A deafening clang rang out, claws that were long like knives meant for skinning easily parrying the strike destined to sever Its head from Its shoulders. The young woman’s katana shrieked deafeningly over the ground as she slid into a low crouch, her knees just barely scraping the pristine white floor. Panting, Alexus glanced up just in time to see the disturbingly cheerful face of the clown mere centimetres from her nose.

The catgirl yelped as an enormous hand tightened around her wrist with a crushing grip, the delicate bones there grinding audibly together. Eyes widening and mouth agape, she gawked in alarm at the striking transformation the clown had undergone, neck craning all the way back to take in the entirety of Its form.

Pennywise the Dancing Clown had tripled— no, quadrupled in size!

Her mind raced as the extraterrestrial paused to breathe her scent in, sniffing at her curiously. Glancing down, she could see that she'd been lifted at least twenty feet above Kopaka’s miniature blizzard, probably because the clown was bigger, so much bigger than a whirling, furling snowball no larger than thirty feet in diameter. She could even see the gash Kopaka’s ice sword had left across Its stomach— the glistening, pulsating organs brought into spectacular focus by the creature’s immense size.

Perhaps to account for this sudden surge in proportions, Its skin had also burst in countless places. Acrid juices erupted from the rotten flesh and moistened the silk of Its costume with various pungent bodily fluids, all of them dripping like honey to the distant ground. Its lips were ashen, the vibrant red grin formed by Its face paint appearing chapped and smeared like a cracked doll. Worst of all, Its eyes seemed to have sunk deep into Its skull, their beady, void-like blackness piercing through to her very core.

The pervasive stench of rotting meat and sugary strawberries undulated over Alexus in waves, her stomach clenching from a sickening combination of fear and revulsion. She struggled against the long, spindly fingers wrapped around her wrist, noticing that Its crooked nails were limpid and off-colored. They tugged at her skin like meat hooks, the girl’s heart drumming so loudly in her ears that she almost didn’t notice that It had begun to speak.

“What a nice entrée you will make,” Pennywise purred, leering nastily down at the mouthwatering morsel It had caught. “So full of flavor, so full of spice. Tell me, will you hiss and claw all the way down if I swallow you whole? Little furballs like you always cause indigestion…”

“Kopaka!” Alexus yowled, her entire body rigid with rage, eyes wide, fangs bared. “Kopaka, don’t just stand there, you lousy sack of bolts! Help me!”

A mind-numbing bolt of agony struck Alexus like an electric shock to her system, her limbs convulsing from the pain. It was a fleeting flash of discomfort, but one that left her feeling somewhat drained all the same, hanging loosely from the beast’s grip by her one trapped limb.

She dully registered the slight dribble of dampness that oozed down her shoulder, the white bandages covering that arm becoming sticky with gore. Looking up, the feline warrior could see that the creature was lightly nibbling on her arm. Lightly, she supposed, because of her fiery magical defenses… or, perhaps, for a different reason altogether. The clown’s red-painted nose was wrinkled in distaste, almost as if It was trying to decide if It appreciated her flavor or not.

Teeth gritted, Alexus threw her head back and bellowed, “Kopaka, I swear to shit if you don’t get up here—!”

In a blur of movement, Kopaka flew on by at full fucking tilt, his ice sword cutting a clean line through three of Its gigantic fingers. The catgirl hardly had time to blink before the Toa had caught her arm in his deathly cold grip, dragging their combined weight down to the Nexus floor.

Black blood spewed everywhere as the two primes slammed to the ground, Alexus just barely managing to soften their landing with her flying magic. A cacophonous roar thundered from above them, the subzero blizzard only just beginning to wane…

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No SP used.

Kopaka used: Hau te Hoari, Arai Hotoke (Still active from last post), Burst Movement/Master Super Jumping/Master Enhanced Senses.

Alexus used: Charged Flare (Bolt), Moyashi, Searing Aura, Flight.

Pennywise used: Claws, Shapeshifting to look all grody, Mega Mushroom Item (See below).

NEW STATS FROM MEGA MUSHROOM (Lasts one minute):
ATK: 6
DEF: 4
SPD: 3
TEC: 3

The clown is also pretty much 70 feet tall, now.
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