10-26-2015, 11:10 PM
As usual, Kopaka remained motionless even after the gong sounded, gauging his opponent carefully and planning a route of attack. On some level, however, Kopaka was also experiencing an irritating moment of hesitation. Though the Toa’s confidence was usually indefatigable, the biomech was distracted by two distinct concerns. Primarily, the fact that he had been placed on the side of the hated Empire. It was, more than likely, an outcome of pure coincidence, but the fact remained that someone, somehow, may have discovered his true allegiance to Palpatine. Could this possibly be a subtle message? Again, probably not, but the possibility still gnawed at the back of Kopaka’s processor like an angry ussal crab.
The Courier was also taking some time to analyze her opponent. It was definitely mechanical to a degree, but this robot was nothing like the clunky, slow excuses for automatons that she was familiar with. Kopaka’s glistening carapace and lithe form was more evocative of tangling with someone in power armor. Really, really nice power armor. Still, the frosty chump wasn’t moving, so she might as well get shooting while the shooting was good. The wasteland gun master called the Ratslayer to her capable hands and took a knee, scoping the Toa’s shiny metal head into her sights. With a gentle squeeze, there was but a small clacking sound as the silenced bullet fired forth.
Kopaka was unfamiliar with guns, but he did understand the concept of ranged, mechanical weapons. That said, when the high bore round of the Ratslayer ricocheted loudly off of the round dome of the Akaku, he knew it was time to move. The shot was not an entire loss for the Courier; the force of the round had managed to dislodge Kopaka’s mask ever so slightly, forcing the biomech to readjust it before moving again. This split second opening gave her more than enough time to line up another shot at his much more vulnerable looking knee, since it was clear that the mask was definitely not just for show.
As she pulled the trigger, however, she had to squint her eyes as there came a sudden blast of blue light out from under Kopaka’s feet. In the next moment, he was out of her scope, and upon looking out to spot her target, the Courier balked slightly as she witnessed the sight of Kopaka effortlessly bounding across the metal platforms between them with great, leaping strides. The Toa was more than glad now that the Lorn creature had been kind enough to give him the Kanohi Miru, as this sort of environment suited its powers of levitation perfectly. The crowd cooed and shouted in glee at the spectacular sight of Kopaka gliding across the battlefield as the radiant blue jets of thrust that propelled him sent azure light dancing over the sullen metallic landscape.
Despite her best efforts to get to cover within one of the rather familiar feeling metal shacks on her platform, the biomech was on top of the Courier within an instant. The prospect of tangling with the robot’s longsword with the relatively miniscule blade of Blood Nap did not please the Courier at all, but until she managed to put some distance between them again, it would have to do. Still, as Kopaka began to assail the armored woman with a series of wide, simple slashes, the skilled brawler couldn’t help but notice that the token attacks of her opponent were almost lazy or apathetic. As if he was just going through the motions of battle while his mind was elsewhere.
Such was the case, as Kopaka was more preoccupied with the second thought that had been bothering him; one that was more existential in nature. It was the fact that, despite his considerable battle prowess, he really wasn’t enjoying any of this at all. Any of the other Toa may have been better suited to such a spectacle of combat: Tahu, with his brash, fanciful style of fighting, or Lewa, with his constant desire to be the center of attention. Only Gali, with her pacifist ways, may have been less-
Kopaka was knocked out of the mental miasma that had been preoccupying him as the Courier seized an opportunity to deftly swipe one of his legs out from under him after a particularly lackadaisical swipe. The armored huntress quickly wheeled around the rear exit of the shack she had been defending from and smiled maliciously as she pumped a fresh slug into her shotgun...
The Courier was also taking some time to analyze her opponent. It was definitely mechanical to a degree, but this robot was nothing like the clunky, slow excuses for automatons that she was familiar with. Kopaka’s glistening carapace and lithe form was more evocative of tangling with someone in power armor. Really, really nice power armor. Still, the frosty chump wasn’t moving, so she might as well get shooting while the shooting was good. The wasteland gun master called the Ratslayer to her capable hands and took a knee, scoping the Toa’s shiny metal head into her sights. With a gentle squeeze, there was but a small clacking sound as the silenced bullet fired forth.
Kopaka was unfamiliar with guns, but he did understand the concept of ranged, mechanical weapons. That said, when the high bore round of the Ratslayer ricocheted loudly off of the round dome of the Akaku, he knew it was time to move. The shot was not an entire loss for the Courier; the force of the round had managed to dislodge Kopaka’s mask ever so slightly, forcing the biomech to readjust it before moving again. This split second opening gave her more than enough time to line up another shot at his much more vulnerable looking knee, since it was clear that the mask was definitely not just for show.
As she pulled the trigger, however, she had to squint her eyes as there came a sudden blast of blue light out from under Kopaka’s feet. In the next moment, he was out of her scope, and upon looking out to spot her target, the Courier balked slightly as she witnessed the sight of Kopaka effortlessly bounding across the metal platforms between them with great, leaping strides. The Toa was more than glad now that the Lorn creature had been kind enough to give him the Kanohi Miru, as this sort of environment suited its powers of levitation perfectly. The crowd cooed and shouted in glee at the spectacular sight of Kopaka gliding across the battlefield as the radiant blue jets of thrust that propelled him sent azure light dancing over the sullen metallic landscape.
Despite her best efforts to get to cover within one of the rather familiar feeling metal shacks on her platform, the biomech was on top of the Courier within an instant. The prospect of tangling with the robot’s longsword with the relatively miniscule blade of Blood Nap did not please the Courier at all, but until she managed to put some distance between them again, it would have to do. Still, as Kopaka began to assail the armored woman with a series of wide, simple slashes, the skilled brawler couldn’t help but notice that the token attacks of her opponent were almost lazy or apathetic. As if he was just going through the motions of battle while his mind was elsewhere.
Such was the case, as Kopaka was more preoccupied with the second thought that had been bothering him; one that was more existential in nature. It was the fact that, despite his considerable battle prowess, he really wasn’t enjoying any of this at all. Any of the other Toa may have been better suited to such a spectacle of combat: Tahu, with his brash, fanciful style of fighting, or Lewa, with his constant desire to be the center of attention. Only Gali, with her pacifist ways, may have been less-
Kopaka was knocked out of the mental miasma that had been preoccupying him as the Courier seized an opportunity to deftly swipe one of his legs out from under him after a particularly lackadaisical swipe. The armored huntress quickly wheeled around the rear exit of the shack she had been defending from and smiled maliciously as she pumped a fresh slug into her shotgun...
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