07-02-2018, 09:54 PM
Kopaka let out a long hum as the snow started to pick up. Big, fat flakes tumbled from the occluded skies, beginning to coat the clearing in a small dusting of foreign rime. The Toa began to pace the female Prime, sizing her up and down as she stood there in her desecrated rags. This girl was not the legendary predator that the Dataverse had painted her to be, no, but she had excellent potential. The Kanohi shimmered on his face for a moment before shifting to the Kakama. The mask of speed hummed slightly for a moment, and Hecate was barely able to conjure a fresh blade of ice before the frigid marauder crashed his blade into hers. Flakes of ice and protosteel glimmered in the light of the fire as a mirthful glare issued forth from Kopaka's diseased countenance. She was fast. Flurries displaced in small gusts of wind as the crimson-eyed huntress flanked the Toa in a blur of movement. With a savage cry of unsure betrayal, she brought the edge of her sword down the length of Kopaka's back, causing a nearly-harmless scuff in the dense plating of his chassis.
The Toa lurched forwards in pain before uttering a small laugh. Oh, this was good fun. A quick whirl on light, metal feet allowed Kopaka to drive the flat of his shield into her exposed right flank, sending her sprawling onto the ground with a surprisingly petite gasp of surprise. By the time the biomech turned to observe her, she was gone. An angular path of footsteps, with Hecate at their leading edge, blistered into the white powder before she slammed back into the melee. A feral snarl split her lips as Kopaka parried and warded against a literal hail of sword blows. Still, despite his skilled defense, long, bloody stripes of lavender ichor opened up along the length of his arms and torso. A splurt of the icy juice splashed onto Hecate's face, and an instinctive tongue wiped her lips clean.
She immediately spat it out.
"The fuck are you..." she growled, taking a few swift steps backwards. Kopaka's shield spun pensively for a moment.
"I am..." he mused, summoning a bolus of elemental power to his hand, "...the Makuta." he finished, with an uncharacteristic wavering of glee coloring his inflection. The sheer perversion of the words that had just left his mouth had left him shocked. Never in his entire operational history would he have dared say such direct blasphemy. Yet, here, this savage, squishy little moppet was bringing out the filth within his soul. Should he, then, not bare it? Yes, the Darkness wanted to hurt her again. The Beast had been yapping in his ear for hours now, as he had been sniffing the girl down. It would only be polite to feed it just a morsel. The whirling sphere of icy power was held aloft, and swirled into an expanding torrent of snow and powder.
"I am cold. I am the winter. I am ice, and all the stillness and death that follows. I am that which makes a canvas of the world, clean and white, that it may be painted with all the pigments of life's humors."
He was making this up as he went along, but it felt right. It felt good. The Toa watched from within the shrouding storm as Hecate starting summoning her own wellspring of elemental death.
"You're a sucker punching coward." Hecate snapped, condensing the explosive sphere even further. Kopaka blinked slowly, and allowed the howling storm to dissipate in abrupt fashion. The entire clearing was now utterly cloaked in fluffy, clean snow.
"Oh? Art though not amused? 'Tis but a jest, my good maiden." the Toa said, staring at her dumbly while sheathing his sword. Hecate kept the quivvering ball of frigid power floating above her skyward stretched hand. She sniffed slightly.
"No, I'm NOT amused, I'm..." she mumbled, growing more quiet, "...hungry."
Kopaka's eyes flitted towards the center of the camp, where her erstwhile cookfire smoldered in damp ash. A look of dawning comprehension began to stretch across his gaze.
"Ah, yes. Do excuse my eagerness to test thee. Come, thou may sup in peace under my vigil. Regain thy strength, and mend thy tatters." Kopaka offered in a politely apologetic tone. With a wave of his hand, he banished the fluffy snow to the perimeter of the clearing, making it dry for another attempt at a hot meal. Hecate looked at him in dumbfounded awe. Was this foul-tasting 'Makuta' serious?
The Toa lurched forwards in pain before uttering a small laugh. Oh, this was good fun. A quick whirl on light, metal feet allowed Kopaka to drive the flat of his shield into her exposed right flank, sending her sprawling onto the ground with a surprisingly petite gasp of surprise. By the time the biomech turned to observe her, she was gone. An angular path of footsteps, with Hecate at their leading edge, blistered into the white powder before she slammed back into the melee. A feral snarl split her lips as Kopaka parried and warded against a literal hail of sword blows. Still, despite his skilled defense, long, bloody stripes of lavender ichor opened up along the length of his arms and torso. A splurt of the icy juice splashed onto Hecate's face, and an instinctive tongue wiped her lips clean.
She immediately spat it out.
"The fuck are you..." she growled, taking a few swift steps backwards. Kopaka's shield spun pensively for a moment.
"I am..." he mused, summoning a bolus of elemental power to his hand, "...the Makuta." he finished, with an uncharacteristic wavering of glee coloring his inflection. The sheer perversion of the words that had just left his mouth had left him shocked. Never in his entire operational history would he have dared say such direct blasphemy. Yet, here, this savage, squishy little moppet was bringing out the filth within his soul. Should he, then, not bare it? Yes, the Darkness wanted to hurt her again. The Beast had been yapping in his ear for hours now, as he had been sniffing the girl down. It would only be polite to feed it just a morsel. The whirling sphere of icy power was held aloft, and swirled into an expanding torrent of snow and powder.
"I am cold. I am the winter. I am ice, and all the stillness and death that follows. I am that which makes a canvas of the world, clean and white, that it may be painted with all the pigments of life's humors."
He was making this up as he went along, but it felt right. It felt good. The Toa watched from within the shrouding storm as Hecate starting summoning her own wellspring of elemental death.
"You're a sucker punching coward." Hecate snapped, condensing the explosive sphere even further. Kopaka blinked slowly, and allowed the howling storm to dissipate in abrupt fashion. The entire clearing was now utterly cloaked in fluffy, clean snow.
"Oh? Art though not amused? 'Tis but a jest, my good maiden." the Toa said, staring at her dumbly while sheathing his sword. Hecate kept the quivvering ball of frigid power floating above her skyward stretched hand. She sniffed slightly.
"No, I'm NOT amused, I'm..." she mumbled, growing more quiet, "...hungry."
Kopaka's eyes flitted towards the center of the camp, where her erstwhile cookfire smoldered in damp ash. A look of dawning comprehension began to stretch across his gaze.
"Ah, yes. Do excuse my eagerness to test thee. Come, thou may sup in peace under my vigil. Regain thy strength, and mend thy tatters." Kopaka offered in a politely apologetic tone. With a wave of his hand, he banished the fluffy snow to the perimeter of the clearing, making it dry for another attempt at a hot meal. Hecate looked at him in dumbfounded awe. Was this foul-tasting 'Makuta' serious?
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