Wheua Mīti [Dark Data]

[Skeletor]

Skeletor’s illusory eyes widened as Blizzardman raced forward yet again. What had at first seemed an almost playful encounter was quickly turning into a desperate fight for survival. The warlock crossed his arms in an attempt to block the incoming ski, but was sent flying backwards into one of the trees scattering the slope. Wiess ducked a passing swipe from a yeti and scored a quick sequence of strikes to the darkloid’s spherical body as it skidded past, though the armor proved as impenetrable as ever. Blizzardman’s arms spun around, rotating about his body unnaturally. Wiess frantically parried the unexpected onslaught of ski poles, struggling to get good footing in the violet powder.

Skeletor landed in the snow, temporarily stunned. The darkloid just didn’t stop! It took everything they could dish out at it and simply kept coming. And now with Kopaka in ice, they were sorely outnumbered. Skeletor struggled to his feet, Havoc staff flying to his hands from its snowy tomb. The already flickering face of Keldor fell away entirely, leaving only the grinning skull of Skeletor behind. He would need all of his energy for this battle, he couldn’t afford to keep up the disguise any longer. If those rotten heroes had a problem with him he would simply take them down too.

Skeletor swept his havoc staff out to his left, the metal shaft slamming into the face of a sickly grinning elf as it slid past. The little darkspawn was laid out cold, and Skeletor wasted no time. Tearing free the shield-like disc on which the elf had stood, he raced over towards Wiess’s desperate defense. Blizzardman seemed to be focusing on the huntress, and though the girl was doing an admirable job, she was in sore trouble.

The warlock fired a blast from his staff, disrupting the approach of yet another of the extreme yetis and sending it tumbling in the snowy banks. Nearing the battle, Skeletor leapt, soaring unnaturally high into the air. With one hand pulling the disc under his feet, Skeletor arced over the darkloid, havoc staff in telekinetic tow.  Blizzard man turned in surprise, but Skeletor’s free hand grabbed hold of his metallic hat wrenching his head suddenly sideways as the warlock finished his flip.

Skeletor’s disc hit snow, and the warlock started to pick up speed. Behind him blizzardman had righted himself and now was in furious pursuit.

“Free that blasted bucket of bolts if you can!” Skeletor shouted over his shoulder towards where he expected Wiess to be, “I’ll handle the overweight maraca!”

He didn’t wait for a response, the enraged darkloid was fast on his heels. Skeletor sped away from the other two Liberators, weaving amongst the trees as he got used to the maneuverability of his transportation. It wasn’t fast enough. The ball of rage bore down on him with a growing wave of snow at its heels. Blizzardman was summoning an avalanche as they sped away.

“You might want to put on some more clothes there, pal!” the darkloid taunted, though its voice was lacking in mirth, “You’re looking a little bit blue in this weather!”

Skeletor’s response was a maddened cackle, as he fired a trio of magical blasts behind him. On his left a winged harpy swooped down, and Skeletor ducked, the claws grabbing futily at his cloak hood as they passed. A magical blast crippled one of its wings, and sent the darkspawn sprawling into the off-color snow. Skeletor glanced behind him, noting the rapid approach of Nebula’s commander. Facing away from his descent for a moment, Skeletor took careful aim, sending a finger beam directly into the gap between Blizzardman’s eyes. It did negligible damage, but infuriated the darkloid even more.

“Don’t think you can handle me on your own, Liberator. It was three against one a moment ago, and I iced one of you up, but good! Burying you will be easy!”

Skeletor’s magic caught a return volley of icicles, and he tossed them aside, beginning to draw power from his Liberator Aide.

“That’s where you’re wrong, you two-toned snowball!” Skeletor cried triumphantly, purplish electricity crackling from the gauntlet strapped to his wrist.

“I have already claimed the powers of your forgotten brother! The fools of Nebula claim their leader’s strengths to be unparalleled! They don't understand that I have it at my disposal as well!”

Skeletor leapt from the disc onto a low-hanging tree branch, gauntlet extended towards the approaching Blizzardman. The crystallized power took shape, a dark shadow stark even against the red-tint that enveloped the Nebula space. Behind Skeletor there was now another figure, smoke forming into a towering bestial figure.

Blizzardman skidded to a stop, red eyes narrowing as the demonic form coalesced behind the straining Liberator. It was taxing Skeletor surprisingly to manifest this power. He had claimed it for his own, wrested it from its corpse of an owner, yet it dared to contest his control? Skeletor ground his bared teeth, and thrust his gauntlet towards the Nebula commander.

The smoking form raised its billowing arms above its head, closing the distance between Liberator and Darkloid in the blink of an eye. The smoke-made arms slammed down into the surprised Blizzardman, driving him down into the snow. Violet powder erupted in a fountain, obscuring Skeletor’s view of the darkloid. A broken ski pole sailed through the air to catch on a nearby branch.

The shadowy form was not done yet, however. Rearing back its bestial head, the vestigial power of the ancient darkloid poured out in a cone of flames, roaring down on the stunned Blizzardman. The discolored snow evaporated under the heat, and when the flames died, the commander of Nebula found himself in a cleared patch of steaming dirt. His red eyes met the shadowed ones of the smoky apparition. As quickly as it had appeared, the form was gone, the smoke blowing away in an errant wind that gusted along the slope.

“There!” Skeletor heaved, arm shaking with the effort of keeping the power in command. It was concerning how tame it had appeared, compared to its unbridled fury. Still, in the end it had bowed to his whims.

“Now don’t you EVER talk down to me again, you walking scrap heap! Or I’ll make sure you end up as a Xerox machine!”

1052 words, MS word
Skeletor uses stolen super attack.

T1 Super Attack: Phantom Hammer

Emerging from the crystal of harvested power, a great shadowy form emerges, humanoid in form but with a bestial, demonic appearance and with a towering height. It is semi-transparent, as if composed of thick, swirling smoke. It forms within just three seconds, before hefting both of its clawed hands, linking them together and striking with all of its massive bulk at the target, smashing them into the earth and releasing a stream of fire from its jaws at the grounded target. Moments after the attack is done, it vanishes in a whirl of smoke.