10-20-2015, 09:15 PM
Kopaka felt as the impostor grabbed his right hand, the extremity normally responsible for handling his legendary blade, just as the true Ururu surged towards him with an attack of desperation. The biomech could only deal with one thing at a time, and in cases such as these, it was always a superior idea to tie up loose ends. With an impatient snort, Kopaka traded his sword from his right hand to his left. Then, with a mighty stab, the biomech plunged over his right shoulder and straight into the clone's already injured sternum, whereupon the weakened, fleshy construct sank to the ground in a snow-caked heap. The true Ururu seized the long opening and crashed into Kopaka's side, trying to plunge her claws deep into his armor with all of her numb strength. Some of the vicious blades even found purchase within the pliable protosteel plating of his armor, and vague trickles of pasty lavender blood leaked from the new lacerations. Kopaka's mechanical breathing grew long and labored as one of his semi organic lungs began to sag within his frame, system failure alerts blazing to life in his cranial heads-up display. Perhaps the battle would have ended there if it wasn't for the fact that Kopaka's brooding anger had fermented far beyond the pale of his usual calm, resigning nature. The female's youthful face was soft and almost spongy has his cold, metallic elbow crashed into her cranium with enough force to send Ururu reeling.
Unfortunately, in Kopaka's state of mind, mercy was an ebbing facet. As the tiny human rolled through the cruel dirt dusted with hoarfrost, Kopaka took an enraged, wobbling stride forward and stabbed his Ice Sword forward with a snarl more befitting of one of the Makuta's Rahi spawn. Ururu was fast; there was no denying it, but lying for so long in the frigid climate of the contained battle zone had slowed her body's responses, despite her frantic, mental begging. The end result was the ninja being encased in a solid block of ice that bound her body in full to the ground, with only her head managing to barely stay above the rapidly expanding rime. The sudden, overpowering chill that seized the female elicited a shrill cry of pain and shock, which acted as a heady tonic to the bloodthirsty crowds.
It was odd...the thronging masses in the stands had seemed to distant, so peripheral to the Toa before this point. But now, as the myriad struggles of life and death were coming to their grim denouements, more eyes could be spared to take in the drama of Kopaka's predicament. Despite the perceptions of his brothers and sisters, Kopaka was not a cruel Toa. It was not his desire to cause pain for its own sake, nor was he completely without compassion, even in an unconditional regard. As he stood now, tall and looming over the encased girl, the biomech took great pause, staring into her defiant yet wide eyes. The blood of her erstwhile double was frozen solid on the gently thrumming blade of the Ice Sword; a grim testament to what the Toa was capable of.
Pain. That was the question that Kopaka needed to answer. What would bring this female more pain? To die, helpless, in front of untold thousands of strangers? Or would she suffer more to be spared like some mewling whelp, forced to cope with the emotional and physical injuries that would endure? Perhaps if Kopaka had been a different kind of person, he would have been considering these options to see which would bring more pain, but right now, Kopaka only pitied the girl. Ururu sensed this.
"S-s-so th-this is it, h-huh?..." she said in a trembling voice that was forced out from between clenched teeth. Kopaka moved his blade to his left, positioning it for a backhanded, cleaving stroke that would no doubt cut the female's skull clean in half. There would be no blood, as usual. Clean. Efficient. These were the words that Kopaka claimed to live by, and yet, he still paused. Her voice, wavering as it was...how much of it was from fear, and how much from the cold? Was there any fear at all? It was so hard to tell with the strange, pliable faces of these biological foes. The Toa dug deeper into his analytical mind, searching for answers. This female...she fought with surrogates and deception. Tactically sound, yes, but there was a sort of pragmatic cowardice that underpinned her maneuvers and techniques. A desire to remain unharmed. Perhaps even a desire to avoid death at all costs. Of course, the Omniverse promised eternal life for Primes such as they, but was that really a reason to become jaded to the sense of apprehension with which all sentient beings should hold their demise? Kopaka's steely blue eyes narrowed as the constant roar of the audience goaded him to finish her off.
"...No."
Kopaka lowered the Ice Sword and let out a deep, rattling sigh, proceeding to hack and cough as his injured lung convulsed in pain. Ururu looked on, dumbstruck, as the biomech turned on his heel and strode back to his end of the battlezone, a tsunami of booing and hissing heralding his seemingly weak-willed decision. Ururu somehow found the strength to shout at the Toa from her icey tomb, even as he walked away.
"H-hey! Where are you going?!" she shrieked, the indignation causing her voice to more shake than tremble. Kopaka kept walking towards his end of the zone, flexing his left hand slightly. The ice that restrained the shinobi girl suddenly receded and cracked, allowing her frigid body to collapse to the ground, weakened by the immense cold.
"You're beaten. Go home." Kopaka said, not bothering to look back. Ururu was becoming more confused by the minute, but damned if this was going to prevent her from mocking the enigmatic machine.
"I don't even have a home you bolt br-"
"I don't care." came Kopaka's voice, growing more distant and inaudible over the frustrated yowling of the Colosseum crowd. The Shinobi tried to shakily get to her feet and managed to get five steps before collapsing to the ground yet again, panting heavily. The cold was insane. There was no way she would last another scrape with whatever the hell that thing was. It was really kind of disappointing that she hadn't managed to get past just one of these other Primes, but at the same time, this robot was damn impressive at what it...he did. Maybe she should get his dataverse details? Then again, he didn't exactly seem social.
Meanwhile, Kopaka shrugged his Sword and Shield into the dirt below and set about using some of his Omnilium to heal the worst of the damage the female had incurred, hypothetically making himself completely open to attack. Confidence, as well as never ending cold, was the only thing emanating from Kopaka at this point...
Unfortunately, in Kopaka's state of mind, mercy was an ebbing facet. As the tiny human rolled through the cruel dirt dusted with hoarfrost, Kopaka took an enraged, wobbling stride forward and stabbed his Ice Sword forward with a snarl more befitting of one of the Makuta's Rahi spawn. Ururu was fast; there was no denying it, but lying for so long in the frigid climate of the contained battle zone had slowed her body's responses, despite her frantic, mental begging. The end result was the ninja being encased in a solid block of ice that bound her body in full to the ground, with only her head managing to barely stay above the rapidly expanding rime. The sudden, overpowering chill that seized the female elicited a shrill cry of pain and shock, which acted as a heady tonic to the bloodthirsty crowds.
It was odd...the thronging masses in the stands had seemed to distant, so peripheral to the Toa before this point. But now, as the myriad struggles of life and death were coming to their grim denouements, more eyes could be spared to take in the drama of Kopaka's predicament. Despite the perceptions of his brothers and sisters, Kopaka was not a cruel Toa. It was not his desire to cause pain for its own sake, nor was he completely without compassion, even in an unconditional regard. As he stood now, tall and looming over the encased girl, the biomech took great pause, staring into her defiant yet wide eyes. The blood of her erstwhile double was frozen solid on the gently thrumming blade of the Ice Sword; a grim testament to what the Toa was capable of.
Pain. That was the question that Kopaka needed to answer. What would bring this female more pain? To die, helpless, in front of untold thousands of strangers? Or would she suffer more to be spared like some mewling whelp, forced to cope with the emotional and physical injuries that would endure? Perhaps if Kopaka had been a different kind of person, he would have been considering these options to see which would bring more pain, but right now, Kopaka only pitied the girl. Ururu sensed this.
"S-s-so th-this is it, h-huh?..." she said in a trembling voice that was forced out from between clenched teeth. Kopaka moved his blade to his left, positioning it for a backhanded, cleaving stroke that would no doubt cut the female's skull clean in half. There would be no blood, as usual. Clean. Efficient. These were the words that Kopaka claimed to live by, and yet, he still paused. Her voice, wavering as it was...how much of it was from fear, and how much from the cold? Was there any fear at all? It was so hard to tell with the strange, pliable faces of these biological foes. The Toa dug deeper into his analytical mind, searching for answers. This female...she fought with surrogates and deception. Tactically sound, yes, but there was a sort of pragmatic cowardice that underpinned her maneuvers and techniques. A desire to remain unharmed. Perhaps even a desire to avoid death at all costs. Of course, the Omniverse promised eternal life for Primes such as they, but was that really a reason to become jaded to the sense of apprehension with which all sentient beings should hold their demise? Kopaka's steely blue eyes narrowed as the constant roar of the audience goaded him to finish her off.
"...No."
Kopaka lowered the Ice Sword and let out a deep, rattling sigh, proceeding to hack and cough as his injured lung convulsed in pain. Ururu looked on, dumbstruck, as the biomech turned on his heel and strode back to his end of the battlezone, a tsunami of booing and hissing heralding his seemingly weak-willed decision. Ururu somehow found the strength to shout at the Toa from her icey tomb, even as he walked away.
"H-hey! Where are you going?!" she shrieked, the indignation causing her voice to more shake than tremble. Kopaka kept walking towards his end of the zone, flexing his left hand slightly. The ice that restrained the shinobi girl suddenly receded and cracked, allowing her frigid body to collapse to the ground, weakened by the immense cold.
"You're beaten. Go home." Kopaka said, not bothering to look back. Ururu was becoming more confused by the minute, but damned if this was going to prevent her from mocking the enigmatic machine.
"I don't even have a home you bolt br-"
"I don't care." came Kopaka's voice, growing more distant and inaudible over the frustrated yowling of the Colosseum crowd. The Shinobi tried to shakily get to her feet and managed to get five steps before collapsing to the ground yet again, panting heavily. The cold was insane. There was no way she would last another scrape with whatever the hell that thing was. It was really kind of disappointing that she hadn't managed to get past just one of these other Primes, but at the same time, this robot was damn impressive at what it...he did. Maybe she should get his dataverse details? Then again, he didn't exactly seem social.
Meanwhile, Kopaka shrugged his Sword and Shield into the dirt below and set about using some of his Omnilium to heal the worst of the damage the female had incurred, hypothetically making himself completely open to attack. Confidence, as well as never ending cold, was the only thing emanating from Kopaka at this point...
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