07-16-2017, 11:31 PM
The lance of bloody energy cruised across the sullen snowscape, crashing into the darkloid's hull with a resounding clang. While it certainly knocked the rotund contender onto his rump for a few seconds, it was hard to discern whether or not Weiss's attack had done any appreciable damage. In fact, to that extent, it didn't really seem like any of their attacks were having a tangible effect on the robotic defender at all. For all their efforts, Blizzardman simply kept getting back on his skis and plowing towards them, time after time.
It appeared as though this time was going to be no different, as after a moment dazzled confusion, the mechanical skier pulled himself upright once more with a pronounced whir-click. Weiss was upon the snowman in an instant, attempting to drive the tip of Myrtenaster into any discernible chink in his armor. Sparks flew and growls were uttered, but after humoring the human girl for a short time, Blizzardman casually slapped Weiss towards the blazing remains of his beloved ski lodge. The warm fires mixed with the unnatural purple tint of the snow to create a spectacle of scintillating carmine glitter that danced and flirted at the edge of the clearing. The darkloid's joviality was rapidly diminishing, as more and more tendrils of tenebrous energy began to leak from his inner workings.
"Better get back on your feet, snow-bunny..." Blizzardman said softly, summoning a long dagger of ice into one hand. He raised it over his head as he advanced towards the fallen girl, sadism dripping from every word. "...you're starting to slip!"
With an almost screeching voice, the enraged navi drove the spike of ice downwards, but as he did so, it shattered hard against the whirling bastion of Kopaka's shield. Glowing blue eyes met the heavy red pupils of the navi's cartoonish face, before the bloated mechanoid was unceremoniously booted in the gut. Weiss, to her credit, was already back on her feet, and probably would have been able to dodge the clumsy coup de grâce had she needed to. She nearly launched herself at the brooding navi once more, but Kopaka held his shield up to block her path. This battle was proving to be a war of attrition; it would not behoove them to waste unnecessary energy. Blizzardman, skilled and fearsome though he was, did not have the wherewithal to realize this, thanks to the infectious darkness eating away at his sensibility. They had to play this to their advantage.
"Slow and steady, Schnee." Kopaka said, referencing a human fable he had come to appreciate. It seemed like such a long time ago that he had first walked into the archives of Coruscant in pursuit of knowledge about this world. Now he found himself in the midst of a fight to preserve the integrity of those treasured minutia. Should Nebula's vision come to pass, Kopaka had no doubt that the spheres of knowledge and intellect would become forever the privilege of the pinnacle of society. In his home universe, many Matoran took a dim view of the lofty beliefs of Ko-Koro natives, but let it never be said that they did not share the fruits of their belabored, mental pursuits.
"Think you're pretty slick, eh? You're skating on thin ice, now, robot!" the Darkling huffed, curling himself into a tight ball and starting to spin on the spot. A plume of dark ice was kicked high into the air as the metal boulder came hurtling towards Kopaka. The Toa stood still and waited patiently before switching to the Kanohi Hau at the last minute. The Great Mask of Shielding, immediately extended a veil of electric blue energy over the biomech's body. Not only did it render him immune to the incoming attack, the but what was once an over-complicated body-slam quickly turned into the equivalent of running head first into a solid glacier. Blizzardman crashed into Kopaka's shielded body with an immense clang, and the darkloid sank slowly to the slushy ground with an almost comical slowness.
Ice may not have had any damaging effect on the navi, but it could still restrain the stunned marauder just as well as anything else. Kopaka slowly gathered what little elemental power he had and blasted a half-hearted burst of rime at Blizzardman; enough to root his left foot and ski to the ground.
"Keldor. Weiss. Aim for the center of his mass, and we may be able to breach his armor." Kopaka said softly, drawing the Ice Sword back for a calculated thrust. The Schnee girl and the Warlock gathered at Kopaka's side, and each took their aim. Blizzardman's eyes widened as he came to, and raised a hand charged with icy pain to fend off his Prime opposers. It was too little too late, and as a spray of razor ice plinked and ricocheted off of Kopaka's protosteel carapace, three blades buried themselves in Blizzardman's chest. An added explosive report from Myrtnaster sealed the Darkloid's fate, and it wasn't until the mechanical nebula boss staggered back a few feet that the Liberators were able to appreciate the smoldering, sparking results of their handiwork.
Unfortunately, the smoking gap in his chest served only to incense Blizzardman far beyond the realm of coherent language. With a shrill scream, the irritable Navi jammed a darkchip into his gauntlet, and the appendage rapidly expanded into what equated to an oversized bazooka.
"Scatter!" Keldor shouted, diving for cover. Schnee did the same, but Kopaka stood resolute against the ensuing onslaught. A torrent of dark, glacial energy washed over him with a cacophonous rumble. The Kanohi Hau had not had sufficient time to recharge since its previous use, so Kopaka was left holding his straining shield in front of him. By the time the river of thunderous ice-energy subsided, Kopaka had been handily frozen in place; with purple icicles jutting out behind his immobile form.
"That fool!"
"Seriously!"
Kopaka's teammates complained, but the Toa was relatively comfortable with this situation. Yes, the darkloid's attack had left him encased in heavy ice for the moment, but this in and of itself was not an inhibiting factor for the Toa. He had been able to draw the full brunt of the Navi's trump-card attack onto himself, and could escape from this chilling entombment with relative ease, but only when the time was right. Let Schnee, Keldor and the bumbling ski-master think that nebula had the upper hand, now. When his moment came, Kopaka would be more than ready to show them what a true master of ice could do...
It appeared as though this time was going to be no different, as after a moment dazzled confusion, the mechanical skier pulled himself upright once more with a pronounced whir-click. Weiss was upon the snowman in an instant, attempting to drive the tip of Myrtenaster into any discernible chink in his armor. Sparks flew and growls were uttered, but after humoring the human girl for a short time, Blizzardman casually slapped Weiss towards the blazing remains of his beloved ski lodge. The warm fires mixed with the unnatural purple tint of the snow to create a spectacle of scintillating carmine glitter that danced and flirted at the edge of the clearing. The darkloid's joviality was rapidly diminishing, as more and more tendrils of tenebrous energy began to leak from his inner workings.
"Better get back on your feet, snow-bunny..." Blizzardman said softly, summoning a long dagger of ice into one hand. He raised it over his head as he advanced towards the fallen girl, sadism dripping from every word. "...you're starting to slip!"
With an almost screeching voice, the enraged navi drove the spike of ice downwards, but as he did so, it shattered hard against the whirling bastion of Kopaka's shield. Glowing blue eyes met the heavy red pupils of the navi's cartoonish face, before the bloated mechanoid was unceremoniously booted in the gut. Weiss, to her credit, was already back on her feet, and probably would have been able to dodge the clumsy coup de grâce had she needed to. She nearly launched herself at the brooding navi once more, but Kopaka held his shield up to block her path. This battle was proving to be a war of attrition; it would not behoove them to waste unnecessary energy. Blizzardman, skilled and fearsome though he was, did not have the wherewithal to realize this, thanks to the infectious darkness eating away at his sensibility. They had to play this to their advantage.
"Slow and steady, Schnee." Kopaka said, referencing a human fable he had come to appreciate. It seemed like such a long time ago that he had first walked into the archives of Coruscant in pursuit of knowledge about this world. Now he found himself in the midst of a fight to preserve the integrity of those treasured minutia. Should Nebula's vision come to pass, Kopaka had no doubt that the spheres of knowledge and intellect would become forever the privilege of the pinnacle of society. In his home universe, many Matoran took a dim view of the lofty beliefs of Ko-Koro natives, but let it never be said that they did not share the fruits of their belabored, mental pursuits.
"Think you're pretty slick, eh? You're skating on thin ice, now, robot!" the Darkling huffed, curling himself into a tight ball and starting to spin on the spot. A plume of dark ice was kicked high into the air as the metal boulder came hurtling towards Kopaka. The Toa stood still and waited patiently before switching to the Kanohi Hau at the last minute. The Great Mask of Shielding, immediately extended a veil of electric blue energy over the biomech's body. Not only did it render him immune to the incoming attack, the but what was once an over-complicated body-slam quickly turned into the equivalent of running head first into a solid glacier. Blizzardman crashed into Kopaka's shielded body with an immense clang, and the darkloid sank slowly to the slushy ground with an almost comical slowness.
Ice may not have had any damaging effect on the navi, but it could still restrain the stunned marauder just as well as anything else. Kopaka slowly gathered what little elemental power he had and blasted a half-hearted burst of rime at Blizzardman; enough to root his left foot and ski to the ground.
"Keldor. Weiss. Aim for the center of his mass, and we may be able to breach his armor." Kopaka said softly, drawing the Ice Sword back for a calculated thrust. The Schnee girl and the Warlock gathered at Kopaka's side, and each took their aim. Blizzardman's eyes widened as he came to, and raised a hand charged with icy pain to fend off his Prime opposers. It was too little too late, and as a spray of razor ice plinked and ricocheted off of Kopaka's protosteel carapace, three blades buried themselves in Blizzardman's chest. An added explosive report from Myrtnaster sealed the Darkloid's fate, and it wasn't until the mechanical nebula boss staggered back a few feet that the Liberators were able to appreciate the smoldering, sparking results of their handiwork.
Unfortunately, the smoking gap in his chest served only to incense Blizzardman far beyond the realm of coherent language. With a shrill scream, the irritable Navi jammed a darkchip into his gauntlet, and the appendage rapidly expanded into what equated to an oversized bazooka.
"Scatter!" Keldor shouted, diving for cover. Schnee did the same, but Kopaka stood resolute against the ensuing onslaught. A torrent of dark, glacial energy washed over him with a cacophonous rumble. The Kanohi Hau had not had sufficient time to recharge since its previous use, so Kopaka was left holding his straining shield in front of him. By the time the river of thunderous ice-energy subsided, Kopaka had been handily frozen in place; with purple icicles jutting out behind his immobile form.
"That fool!"
"Seriously!"
Kopaka's teammates complained, but the Toa was relatively comfortable with this situation. Yes, the darkloid's attack had left him encased in heavy ice for the moment, but this in and of itself was not an inhibiting factor for the Toa. He had been able to draw the full brunt of the Navi's trump-card attack onto himself, and could escape from this chilling entombment with relative ease, but only when the time was right. Let Schnee, Keldor and the bumbling ski-master think that nebula had the upper hand, now. When his moment came, Kopaka would be more than ready to show them what a true master of ice could do...
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