04-04-2018, 11:06 PM
The staccato reports of claw on steel rang without echo across the wide stage of the Nexus. For each savage swipe of Its talons, the Toa of Ice was prepared to deflect and parry. Still, the ferocity of the clown's onslaught saw the biomech losing ground. Kopaka took measured steps backwards as Derry's demon threw Its entire weight into the whirring bastion of the ice shield. Alexus was doing her best to discourage the rubbery beast, but the arcane inferno she was weaving seemed only to egg It on. This extended, bloody segue was carried on until Pennywise had the fevered audacity to try and wrap a distended hand around the rim of the Kanohi.
A sound that was partly a snarl and partly a curse flew from Kopaka's vocalizer as he suddenly pushed forward into the harlequin's heaving bulk. Soft, latex flesh molded around his metallic joints and edges as the entire length of Kopaka's sword was rammed through the toothy abomination's torso. In much the same manner as all of Its previous injuries, this new hindrance did not seem to perturb Pennywise. In fact, It seemed to be pleasantly surprised to have an opportunity to get so close to this curious, chilly little morsel.
"You know...I think we're alike, you and me." It managed to choke out as raspberry goo splattered onto the Toa's corroded and pitted mask. Kopaka's diseased, yellow eyes narrowed. He tried to wrench the embedded blade free from the clown's quivering corpus, but Pennywise clasped his blood striped talons around the biomech's arm, and was not letting go. Small dribbles of Kopaka's lavender blood began to well up where the clasping claws had sliced his hull. The huntress was standing nearby, fire gathered in her hand as always, but withheld her scorching blast. Her spellwork may have indeed been powerful, but there was no way she could blast the clown without scouring her ally as well.
The scowling visage of the Kanohi Akaku was quickly replaced with the more muted countenance of the Kanohi Komau. Under normal circumstances, the Mask of Mind Control was a precision instrument that was used to delicately coax others into desired behaviors. In the hands of Kopaka's darkness-addled mind, it was only good as a weapon. The Kanohi shimmered with a crack of lightning as a psionic avalanche of misery and suffering poured out of Kopaka's face. Pennywise shrieked and howled, Its head snapping backwards at a fatal angle, but pain was an old friend. The mirthful marauder's deadly grasp was still not weakened throughout the blast, and Kopaka was forced to rescind the mental attack.
"My yes. We are the same! After all, you didn't come here to save darling Miss Blueberry, no! You came all the way here just to teach ol' Pennywise a lesson! You and the kitty are predators, just like me! Clear as day! Yessir!" Pennywise gloated, Its deadlights matching the festering yellow glow of Kopaka's own oculars. A moment passed before the Kanohi shimmered again, this time taking the fierce shape of the Mask of Shielding.
"Do it!" Kopaka barked as a veil of electric-blue radiance coated his fuselage.
"You know what they say about us cats! We go straight for the...juggler!" Alexus said, pitching her readied orb of hell at the entwined pair. It pulled away from Kopaka just in time to avoid being hit directly by the ball of flame, but the ensuing blast of heat and agony was more than enough to send Pennywise reeling. The Toa, however, was perfectly unharmed as the Hau lived up to its legendary status. The clown, coated in a patch of blackened goo, was almost the exact image of an oversized, burnt marshmallow. It uttered a long, slow groan that slowly evolved into a hateful, venomous laughter.
"Ouuuuoooooohohohohohohoooo! Oh! Tell me you're not enjoying this! You may be a bit tight-lipped, but they do say actions speak louder than words!" the recalcitrant monstrosity cackled, twisting its head back into place with a casual, yanking hand. Its deadlights slowly rolled around to acquire the cat-lady, and Alexus took an instinctive step back. Once again, it seemed as though the clown's attention had shifted, leaving Kopaka to stew in a steadily percolating cloud of rage. The darkened Toa's gleaming optics flickered as he impassively watched Alexus skirting backwards from Its advance. She was doing her best to keep the scuttling horror at bay, her ever-present fire flashing in and around a veritable storm of hooks and barbs.
For lack of a better term, Kopaka was taking a breather to ruminate on just how angry he should currently be. How dare this monster–this creature with barely a form–compare Itself to the likes of a sculpted and perfected warrior such as he? This, at least, was what Kopaka questioned on the surface...but deep within his blackened conscience, he knew that Pennywise was right. This was, in fact, all about satiating a need that had been awakened with the Toa. This was not out of loyalty to the Empire, nor out of a need for the wealth garnered by the bounty.
If Kopaka had possessed a proper mouth, he may have even tempted to partake in the wriggling nightmare's flesh. After all, turnabout is fair play. It wasn't until Alexus shouted a particularly vile curse at Kopaka that the Bionicle was snapped out of his internal dissonance. A new gleam illuminated his optics; a pure white instead of the usual, dirty lemon color. A rumble filled the otherwise stagnant air as Kopaka bade the forces and furies of winter to his side. Though the Nexus made the gathering mountain of snow difficult to discern, its chill could be felt quite easily. As he cast his hand forward, an avalanche blew past him in obliging fashion, filling the Toa's dark desire to simply see Pennywise hurt. Kopaka knew it was entirely possible that Alexus would also be caught up in the blast of wintry destruction, but he just...
Did.
Not.
Care.
A sound that was partly a snarl and partly a curse flew from Kopaka's vocalizer as he suddenly pushed forward into the harlequin's heaving bulk. Soft, latex flesh molded around his metallic joints and edges as the entire length of Kopaka's sword was rammed through the toothy abomination's torso. In much the same manner as all of Its previous injuries, this new hindrance did not seem to perturb Pennywise. In fact, It seemed to be pleasantly surprised to have an opportunity to get so close to this curious, chilly little morsel.
"You know...I think we're alike, you and me." It managed to choke out as raspberry goo splattered onto the Toa's corroded and pitted mask. Kopaka's diseased, yellow eyes narrowed. He tried to wrench the embedded blade free from the clown's quivering corpus, but Pennywise clasped his blood striped talons around the biomech's arm, and was not letting go. Small dribbles of Kopaka's lavender blood began to well up where the clasping claws had sliced his hull. The huntress was standing nearby, fire gathered in her hand as always, but withheld her scorching blast. Her spellwork may have indeed been powerful, but there was no way she could blast the clown without scouring her ally as well.
The scowling visage of the Kanohi Akaku was quickly replaced with the more muted countenance of the Kanohi Komau. Under normal circumstances, the Mask of Mind Control was a precision instrument that was used to delicately coax others into desired behaviors. In the hands of Kopaka's darkness-addled mind, it was only good as a weapon. The Kanohi shimmered with a crack of lightning as a psionic avalanche of misery and suffering poured out of Kopaka's face. Pennywise shrieked and howled, Its head snapping backwards at a fatal angle, but pain was an old friend. The mirthful marauder's deadly grasp was still not weakened throughout the blast, and Kopaka was forced to rescind the mental attack.
"My yes. We are the same! After all, you didn't come here to save darling Miss Blueberry, no! You came all the way here just to teach ol' Pennywise a lesson! You and the kitty are predators, just like me! Clear as day! Yessir!" Pennywise gloated, Its deadlights matching the festering yellow glow of Kopaka's own oculars. A moment passed before the Kanohi shimmered again, this time taking the fierce shape of the Mask of Shielding.
"Do it!" Kopaka barked as a veil of electric-blue radiance coated his fuselage.
"You know what they say about us cats! We go straight for the...juggler!" Alexus said, pitching her readied orb of hell at the entwined pair. It pulled away from Kopaka just in time to avoid being hit directly by the ball of flame, but the ensuing blast of heat and agony was more than enough to send Pennywise reeling. The Toa, however, was perfectly unharmed as the Hau lived up to its legendary status. The clown, coated in a patch of blackened goo, was almost the exact image of an oversized, burnt marshmallow. It uttered a long, slow groan that slowly evolved into a hateful, venomous laughter.
"Ouuuuoooooohohohohohohoooo! Oh! Tell me you're not enjoying this! You may be a bit tight-lipped, but they do say actions speak louder than words!" the recalcitrant monstrosity cackled, twisting its head back into place with a casual, yanking hand. Its deadlights slowly rolled around to acquire the cat-lady, and Alexus took an instinctive step back. Once again, it seemed as though the clown's attention had shifted, leaving Kopaka to stew in a steadily percolating cloud of rage. The darkened Toa's gleaming optics flickered as he impassively watched Alexus skirting backwards from Its advance. She was doing her best to keep the scuttling horror at bay, her ever-present fire flashing in and around a veritable storm of hooks and barbs.
For lack of a better term, Kopaka was taking a breather to ruminate on just how angry he should currently be. How dare this monster–this creature with barely a form–compare Itself to the likes of a sculpted and perfected warrior such as he? This, at least, was what Kopaka questioned on the surface...but deep within his blackened conscience, he knew that Pennywise was right. This was, in fact, all about satiating a need that had been awakened with the Toa. This was not out of loyalty to the Empire, nor out of a need for the wealth garnered by the bounty.
If Kopaka had possessed a proper mouth, he may have even tempted to partake in the wriggling nightmare's flesh. After all, turnabout is fair play. It wasn't until Alexus shouted a particularly vile curse at Kopaka that the Bionicle was snapped out of his internal dissonance. A new gleam illuminated his optics; a pure white instead of the usual, dirty lemon color. A rumble filled the otherwise stagnant air as Kopaka bade the forces and furies of winter to his side. Though the Nexus made the gathering mountain of snow difficult to discern, its chill could be felt quite easily. As he cast his hand forward, an avalanche blew past him in obliging fashion, filling the Toa's dark desire to simply see Pennywise hurt. Kopaka knew it was entirely possible that Alexus would also be caught up in the blast of wintry destruction, but he just...
Did.
Not.
Care.
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