06-11-2015, 05:47 PM
I watched as the pair of Koopas exchanged pleasantries with one another. Ultimately it really was not of my concern, but the fact that there was truth to the Camelot-Koran's words made me wary of the two. I had no reason to believe that either Camelot or these...children of Bowser...were particularly evil from either perspective. War was not a common thing on Mata Nui...at least...not as far as I could remember. I let the two converse for a few minutes longer before interjecting.
"You can take us to the Tangled Green and out of Camelot then?" I ask bluntly. The yellow-skinned tortoise blinks twice at me. Apprehension is discernible within his movements, but he replies nonetheless.
"Yes sir, mister Toa sir! Uh..." The Koopa Troopa quickly looks in Ludwig's direction and the Koopaling nods silently. "Uh...this way!" the Koopa says, pointing down the very same road that the Camelot-Koran had traveled. It seems as though this dirt path is of monumental importance, at least as a means of travel. Without further comment, our troupe of three sets off deeper into the woods. It is still early in the afternoon, but the shade of the trees keeps the sun mostly at bay, and a pleasant breeze winds its way through their boughs. Again, none of us really seem to know what to say to one another, but I have always been preferential towards silence, so this does not bother me. After some time of trudging down the winding path, we come to an intersection. The Koopa Troopa taps his jaw with a finger for a few moments, trying to recall which way is the correct direction. There comes a small rustling in the bushes, and I turn slowly to try and see the source. Nothing is readily apparent, but with the power of my Kanohi Akaku, there is very little that can escape my perception. The lenses on the right side of my mask narrow as I begin to look through the trees with x-ray vision, searching for what might have made the noise. Again, I see nothing but small rahi and stones.
It's not until I look up that I see the figures hiding in the trees. There are five men perched within their branches, cleverly disguised with camouflaged clothing and bits of foliage strapped to their limbs. I draw my sword, and with a large, sweeping motion, I summon the power of winter to my blade. A freezing gale that carries motes of sharp ice blows up into the trees, shredding away the canopy of leaves and leaving the spying rogues revealed.
By this point, the two Koopas have taken notice too, with Ludwig drawing his magical implement, and the lesser Koopa withdrawing a spear from inside his shell, it would seem. One of the hiding men whistles loudly, and all four of them drop to the ground, with the fifth staying in his tree, now drawing a bow and arrow.
"Well, we was gonna try and take you down all easy like, but now that you've forced our hands, we'll be takin' all the Omnilium you've got." the vagabond croaks, palming his hand axe in anticipation. I narrow my eyes.
"This endeavor is folly. Retreat, or suffer justice." I saw calmly, spinning my shield to life. All five of them laugh loudly.
"Wot? Just cuz' the two 'a you is primes, you think we're just gonna run?" the man nearest me says, a hideous sneer on his face. He wields a large ball and chain. A rather ridiculous weapon, but a threat nonetheless.
"I think it is fair to assume that once this is over, you'll wish you would have." Ludwig retorts. With that, the rogues lunge in, eager to have their piece. With grim purpose, I step forward to meet my personal assailant, and as he swings his bludgeon down upon me, I bash it away with my shield. Following through with a spin, I cleave the chain connecting the iron sphere to its wielder, sending the ball spiraling off into the bush. With a snarl, my opponent draws a pair of daggers and lunges in like a some savage animal. I cannot count myself among the greatest combat artist among the Toa, but even I am able to easily keep the misguided attack at bay by dint of the fact my blade is simply longer than the two of his. Glancing over my shoulder, I look to see how my two compatriots fare...
"You can take us to the Tangled Green and out of Camelot then?" I ask bluntly. The yellow-skinned tortoise blinks twice at me. Apprehension is discernible within his movements, but he replies nonetheless.
"Yes sir, mister Toa sir! Uh..." The Koopa Troopa quickly looks in Ludwig's direction and the Koopaling nods silently. "Uh...this way!" the Koopa says, pointing down the very same road that the Camelot-Koran had traveled. It seems as though this dirt path is of monumental importance, at least as a means of travel. Without further comment, our troupe of three sets off deeper into the woods. It is still early in the afternoon, but the shade of the trees keeps the sun mostly at bay, and a pleasant breeze winds its way through their boughs. Again, none of us really seem to know what to say to one another, but I have always been preferential towards silence, so this does not bother me. After some time of trudging down the winding path, we come to an intersection. The Koopa Troopa taps his jaw with a finger for a few moments, trying to recall which way is the correct direction. There comes a small rustling in the bushes, and I turn slowly to try and see the source. Nothing is readily apparent, but with the power of my Kanohi Akaku, there is very little that can escape my perception. The lenses on the right side of my mask narrow as I begin to look through the trees with x-ray vision, searching for what might have made the noise. Again, I see nothing but small rahi and stones.
It's not until I look up that I see the figures hiding in the trees. There are five men perched within their branches, cleverly disguised with camouflaged clothing and bits of foliage strapped to their limbs. I draw my sword, and with a large, sweeping motion, I summon the power of winter to my blade. A freezing gale that carries motes of sharp ice blows up into the trees, shredding away the canopy of leaves and leaving the spying rogues revealed.
By this point, the two Koopas have taken notice too, with Ludwig drawing his magical implement, and the lesser Koopa withdrawing a spear from inside his shell, it would seem. One of the hiding men whistles loudly, and all four of them drop to the ground, with the fifth staying in his tree, now drawing a bow and arrow.
"Well, we was gonna try and take you down all easy like, but now that you've forced our hands, we'll be takin' all the Omnilium you've got." the vagabond croaks, palming his hand axe in anticipation. I narrow my eyes.
"This endeavor is folly. Retreat, or suffer justice." I saw calmly, spinning my shield to life. All five of them laugh loudly.
"Wot? Just cuz' the two 'a you is primes, you think we're just gonna run?" the man nearest me says, a hideous sneer on his face. He wields a large ball and chain. A rather ridiculous weapon, but a threat nonetheless.
"I think it is fair to assume that once this is over, you'll wish you would have." Ludwig retorts. With that, the rogues lunge in, eager to have their piece. With grim purpose, I step forward to meet my personal assailant, and as he swings his bludgeon down upon me, I bash it away with my shield. Following through with a spin, I cleave the chain connecting the iron sphere to its wielder, sending the ball spiraling off into the bush. With a snarl, my opponent draws a pair of daggers and lunges in like a some savage animal. I cannot count myself among the greatest combat artist among the Toa, but even I am able to easily keep the misguided attack at bay by dint of the fact my blade is simply longer than the two of his. Glancing over my shoulder, I look to see how my two compatriots fare...
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