04-10-2018, 09:40 PM
An avalanche of ice swept over the cosmic devourer and the fiery sorceress, the amorphous mass of roaring, churning frost swallowing the two primes up and propelling them across the flat plane of the Nexus at breakneck speed.
For her part, Alexus cried out as her vision vanished down a tunnel of glacial blue, whatever sweat that had been clinging to her skin freezing within seconds. Even the warm pulse of her blood felt the chill of winter, the heat of battle replaced by a curtain of bitter cold that threatened to deaden her limbs and mind. Her ears, eyes, and mouth became clotted with thick flurries of shimmering white, only the occasional flash of light piercing through her momentary blindness. Infinitesimal motes of illumination sparkled like diamonds as they breached the walls of her icy tomb, the ethereal flames surrounding her body having been firmly snuffed out by the damp snow.
In a panic, the catgirl struck out with her arms and legs, desperately clambering for a way to escape the torrential wave and regain her fiery magicks. Thankfully, her numb fingers quickly latched onto something that was not made of densely-packed precipitation— something that almost felt… warm. Alive, at least in comparison to the coffin of stinging, raw cold encasing her body.
Alexus nearly sobbed in relief as she adjusted her grip, praying that it would be enough to wrench herself out of the heavy snowdrift layered over her body. It was only when the pads of her forefingers and thumb traced over the scratchy, almost burlap-like material that she realized her mistake, but by that time, another, much larger hand had clasped over hers, clawed fingers digging into the tendons of her wrist until it felt like the faintly green veins there might rupture and burst, excruciating pain flooding the narrow crawlspace under the surface of her skin.
A chance lungful of cold air seared through her lungs, particles of ice tearing at her windpipe and ultimately muffling her shriek of distress.
As the outpouring of elemental magic slowed to a standstill, Kopaka strode forward, the angular ridges of his bone-white breastplate glinting like the jagged teeth of a wild animal. Streaks of vibrant purple lifeblood had frozen in barbs between the gaps in his metallic chassis, any signs of weakness swiftly and deliberately transmuted into a gory facsimile of spiked body armor by the corrupted Toa of Ice.
With slow, achingly measured steps, the biomech arrived at the edge of the veritable mountain of rime and slush he had created. His gaze swept over the blanket of white like a navigator surveying the sea, the fingers of one hand resting over the pommel of his ice sword, twitching faintly.
A deafening screech pierced his auditory receptors as Pennywise erupted from the mound of ice in a riot of color and ruffles, powdered snow flying in all directions. The biomech scarcely had the time to register the fang-filled maw that yawned before him, cavernously wide and beckoning like the dankest, darkest pit of hell, before he reacted.
Calling upon the frozen debris scattered at his feet, Kopaka gestured sharply with one arm, a deadly icicle rising from the ground in all its dazzling glory, already glistening in anticipation of tasting the clown’s alien blood. The lance of ice speared through the air, missing Its belly by mere inches as the creature’s malleable spinal column snapped and warped to avoid certain impalement.
A breathy noise of frustration hissed out from Kopaka’s vocalizer. Another spear of sharpened ice violently burst from the ground several feet away from Pennywise’s striped circus shoes, flashing like a shard from a broken mirror. The translucent spike slashed through the thick blots of Its blood drifting about in casual defiance of gravity, tearing them into streams of veiny black as it hissed, meteoric, straight for the clown.
Kopaka needn’t have spared the energy to do this, however— with a rough jerk of Its arm, Pennywise wrenched a shivering, furious Alexus out from the snow by the roots of her hair, gnarled claws tangled within the silver strands. The icicle collided painfully with her hipbone, a scream of agony ripping past the bounty hunter’s lips as the force of it jarred her legs, and then promptly bounced off, fracturing into a million flakes of twinkling snow.
Satisfied, It dumped Its makeshift human shield unceremoniously onto the ground. A pained groan issued from Alexus as she struggled to move, her physical form not yet able to catch up with her broiling, raging mind.
“You complete and utter assclown,” the catgirl gritted through chattering teeth, blue lips slowly regaining the natural color they had lost. It was unclear to whom she was speaking, but truthfully, the moniker would have applied to any one of the persons present.
She flinched as boisterous, guffawing laughter reverberated across the interminably barren landscape, the harsh gurgling seeming as if it was right beside her ear. But, no— It was now crouched a small distance away, the dusty ruffles of Its costume frozen stiff, crackling like snow beneath heavy boots whenever It so much as budged an inch.
As she watched, the corners of Its mouth twisted up, up, up— up past Its eyelids, the crimson paint seeming like twin gashes carved deep into Its cheekbones. The creature’s visage was a grisly sight even from the awkward angle she was viewing it from, the false skin there peeled back and frayed like ugly scar tissue, but worst of all was the way It was obviously trying to reform Itself, the rubbery flesh pulsing, quivering, squirming like a bunch of worms…
“Well, would you look-y here,” the clown purred, the sound tinged with a discordant note that was impossibly ancient. “I was wrong! We’re not that similar at all, now are we? No, not at all… we’re… different somehow, you and me!”
Twin specks of fire blinked from within the furthest depths of Its eye sockets, flickering like orange torchlight at the end a long corridor. Those penetrating lights narrowed at Kopaka, the monstrous thing’s grin widening like the cat that got the cream. Like It was truly seeing him for the first time.
Schlink! A jutting spike of ice embedded itself in the clown’s leg, snapping that limb to the side so that Pennywise was forced to drop to Its knees and clamber on it at an odd angle, an agonized hiss slipping through the teeth crowding Its serrated maw. It swiftly adopted the movements of a quadruped, big, paw-like hands scrabbling for purchase against the Nexus floor.
“You could have done so well, little buddy!” It snarled, fangs glinting, tongue dripping, a savage gleam in Its flaming hellpit eyes. Straight at the biomech It launched Its massive body, whistling through the air in a blur of red hair and silver silk.
The two primes collided in a tangle of sharp edges and squishy meat, Kopaka’s armor sinking into Pennywise’s skin like it was a tender cut of beef. Jaws stretching wide, the clown-creature latched onto the space between the biomech’s neck and right shoulder, teeth beginning to churn in a saw-like fashion as they ground against the combination of machinery and organic material. Its rank breath fogged up the Bionicle’s optics, the smell of rotting corpses and burnt sugar simmering between them. The deadlights of Its eyes seemed to glow ever brighter, lighting up with obvious triumph.
Meanwhile, It continued to speak, letting go of the Toa’s shoulder with a howl as a particularly fierce barb of ice was embedded in Its abdominal region, right where Its intestines would be if It was human. “Yessss, a mistake… you should have listened to your instincts and kept the kitty by your side, you tiny thing! Scrawny hunters like you, always rummaging around where they don’t belong in packs. It’s cowardly. Spineless! You wouldn’t stand a chance without your little helper, and now look what you’ve done—”
At this juncture, a fiery burst of raging orange slammed into Its side and sent It careening through the air with a high-pitched scree of surprise. Alexus took Its place beside Kopaka, a little bit worse for wear, but mostly recovered from her totally not tubular time spent under the magically-strengthened ice.
“Is this guy for real? Giving advice in the middle of a battle?” Alexus sniffed, examining her flame-tipped fingernails nonchalantly. “That is so extra.”
As she said this, Pennywise was fairly occupied with trying to scrape Itself up from the floor. Its face contorted in a vicious sneer when It noticed her fiery aura. “You are both going to die.”
Snorting, the girl with feline ears shrugged. “Okay, uh-huh. Yeah, sure. You ready to turn this clown freak into a pile of ash, Kopaka? And don’t think I’ve forgiven you for icing me, either, you prick.”
For her part, Alexus cried out as her vision vanished down a tunnel of glacial blue, whatever sweat that had been clinging to her skin freezing within seconds. Even the warm pulse of her blood felt the chill of winter, the heat of battle replaced by a curtain of bitter cold that threatened to deaden her limbs and mind. Her ears, eyes, and mouth became clotted with thick flurries of shimmering white, only the occasional flash of light piercing through her momentary blindness. Infinitesimal motes of illumination sparkled like diamonds as they breached the walls of her icy tomb, the ethereal flames surrounding her body having been firmly snuffed out by the damp snow.
In a panic, the catgirl struck out with her arms and legs, desperately clambering for a way to escape the torrential wave and regain her fiery magicks. Thankfully, her numb fingers quickly latched onto something that was not made of densely-packed precipitation— something that almost felt… warm. Alive, at least in comparison to the coffin of stinging, raw cold encasing her body.
Alexus nearly sobbed in relief as she adjusted her grip, praying that it would be enough to wrench herself out of the heavy snowdrift layered over her body. It was only when the pads of her forefingers and thumb traced over the scratchy, almost burlap-like material that she realized her mistake, but by that time, another, much larger hand had clasped over hers, clawed fingers digging into the tendons of her wrist until it felt like the faintly green veins there might rupture and burst, excruciating pain flooding the narrow crawlspace under the surface of her skin.
A chance lungful of cold air seared through her lungs, particles of ice tearing at her windpipe and ultimately muffling her shriek of distress.
As the outpouring of elemental magic slowed to a standstill, Kopaka strode forward, the angular ridges of his bone-white breastplate glinting like the jagged teeth of a wild animal. Streaks of vibrant purple lifeblood had frozen in barbs between the gaps in his metallic chassis, any signs of weakness swiftly and deliberately transmuted into a gory facsimile of spiked body armor by the corrupted Toa of Ice.
With slow, achingly measured steps, the biomech arrived at the edge of the veritable mountain of rime and slush he had created. His gaze swept over the blanket of white like a navigator surveying the sea, the fingers of one hand resting over the pommel of his ice sword, twitching faintly.
A deafening screech pierced his auditory receptors as Pennywise erupted from the mound of ice in a riot of color and ruffles, powdered snow flying in all directions. The biomech scarcely had the time to register the fang-filled maw that yawned before him, cavernously wide and beckoning like the dankest, darkest pit of hell, before he reacted.
Calling upon the frozen debris scattered at his feet, Kopaka gestured sharply with one arm, a deadly icicle rising from the ground in all its dazzling glory, already glistening in anticipation of tasting the clown’s alien blood. The lance of ice speared through the air, missing Its belly by mere inches as the creature’s malleable spinal column snapped and warped to avoid certain impalement.
A breathy noise of frustration hissed out from Kopaka’s vocalizer. Another spear of sharpened ice violently burst from the ground several feet away from Pennywise’s striped circus shoes, flashing like a shard from a broken mirror. The translucent spike slashed through the thick blots of Its blood drifting about in casual defiance of gravity, tearing them into streams of veiny black as it hissed, meteoric, straight for the clown.
Kopaka needn’t have spared the energy to do this, however— with a rough jerk of Its arm, Pennywise wrenched a shivering, furious Alexus out from the snow by the roots of her hair, gnarled claws tangled within the silver strands. The icicle collided painfully with her hipbone, a scream of agony ripping past the bounty hunter’s lips as the force of it jarred her legs, and then promptly bounced off, fracturing into a million flakes of twinkling snow.
Satisfied, It dumped Its makeshift human shield unceremoniously onto the ground. A pained groan issued from Alexus as she struggled to move, her physical form not yet able to catch up with her broiling, raging mind.
“You complete and utter assclown,” the catgirl gritted through chattering teeth, blue lips slowly regaining the natural color they had lost. It was unclear to whom she was speaking, but truthfully, the moniker would have applied to any one of the persons present.
She flinched as boisterous, guffawing laughter reverberated across the interminably barren landscape, the harsh gurgling seeming as if it was right beside her ear. But, no— It was now crouched a small distance away, the dusty ruffles of Its costume frozen stiff, crackling like snow beneath heavy boots whenever It so much as budged an inch.
As she watched, the corners of Its mouth twisted up, up, up— up past Its eyelids, the crimson paint seeming like twin gashes carved deep into Its cheekbones. The creature’s visage was a grisly sight even from the awkward angle she was viewing it from, the false skin there peeled back and frayed like ugly scar tissue, but worst of all was the way It was obviously trying to reform Itself, the rubbery flesh pulsing, quivering, squirming like a bunch of worms…
“Well, would you look-y here,” the clown purred, the sound tinged with a discordant note that was impossibly ancient. “I was wrong! We’re not that similar at all, now are we? No, not at all… we’re… different somehow, you and me!”
Twin specks of fire blinked from within the furthest depths of Its eye sockets, flickering like orange torchlight at the end a long corridor. Those penetrating lights narrowed at Kopaka, the monstrous thing’s grin widening like the cat that got the cream. Like It was truly seeing him for the first time.
Schlink! A jutting spike of ice embedded itself in the clown’s leg, snapping that limb to the side so that Pennywise was forced to drop to Its knees and clamber on it at an odd angle, an agonized hiss slipping through the teeth crowding Its serrated maw. It swiftly adopted the movements of a quadruped, big, paw-like hands scrabbling for purchase against the Nexus floor.
“You could have done so well, little buddy!” It snarled, fangs glinting, tongue dripping, a savage gleam in Its flaming hellpit eyes. Straight at the biomech It launched Its massive body, whistling through the air in a blur of red hair and silver silk.
The two primes collided in a tangle of sharp edges and squishy meat, Kopaka’s armor sinking into Pennywise’s skin like it was a tender cut of beef. Jaws stretching wide, the clown-creature latched onto the space between the biomech’s neck and right shoulder, teeth beginning to churn in a saw-like fashion as they ground against the combination of machinery and organic material. Its rank breath fogged up the Bionicle’s optics, the smell of rotting corpses and burnt sugar simmering between them. The deadlights of Its eyes seemed to glow ever brighter, lighting up with obvious triumph.
Meanwhile, It continued to speak, letting go of the Toa’s shoulder with a howl as a particularly fierce barb of ice was embedded in Its abdominal region, right where Its intestines would be if It was human. “Yessss, a mistake… you should have listened to your instincts and kept the kitty by your side, you tiny thing! Scrawny hunters like you, always rummaging around where they don’t belong in packs. It’s cowardly. Spineless! You wouldn’t stand a chance without your little helper, and now look what you’ve done—”
At this juncture, a fiery burst of raging orange slammed into Its side and sent It careening through the air with a high-pitched scree of surprise. Alexus took Its place beside Kopaka, a little bit worse for wear, but mostly recovered from her totally not tubular time spent under the magically-strengthened ice.
“Is this guy for real? Giving advice in the middle of a battle?” Alexus sniffed, examining her flame-tipped fingernails nonchalantly. “That is so extra.”
As she said this, Pennywise was fairly occupied with trying to scrape Itself up from the floor. Its face contorted in a vicious sneer when It noticed her fiery aura. “You are both going to die.”
Snorting, the girl with feline ears shrugged. “Okay, uh-huh. Yeah, sure. You ready to turn this clown freak into a pile of ash, Kopaka? And don’t think I’ve forgiven you for icing me, either, you prick.”
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