Wheua Mīti [Dark Data]

[Skeletor]

“Nevermind that mangy paint bomb!” Skeletor shouted, “We don’t have time for AUGHHHHH!” a neon painted mound of furry flesh collided with the Warlock at top speed, and both prime and yeti cleared the end of the dock. Plunging over the edge into the empty air below. Skeletor lunged, managing to hook the end of his Havoc staff onto a metal bar, and his momentum jerked to a halt as the Yeti continued past him.

“Keldor!” Wiess cried out in what sounded like genuine concern, and her face appeared over the edge of the landing dock. Skeletor looked up at her, hanging suspended above the icy slope, arms gripping tightly to the slick metal of his Havoc staff. Her eyes widened with shock and surprise, and she recoiled. Skeletor wondered if she had seen through his disguise, but her behavior was explained as the massive yeti leapt up and past him with a belittling ease, landing on the dock with a bellow. How had it already managed to get back from that fall so quickly? Kopaka and Wiess dropped into combat positions, as Skeletor struggled to get enough leverage to reach the edge of the dock.

The sounds of yeti fist on bio-mechanical metal sounded from above as Skeletor slowly worked his way, reaching hand over hand, back towards the ledge of the cable car dock. There was a sickening slicing sound, and a howl that shook the nearby mountains, it seemed that at least one of them had managed to score a good hit. Skeletor heaved himself upward with powerful muscles, his toned abs flexing as he grabbed hold of the ledge. He paused for a moment, catching his breath as he watched his allies battling the massive and obnoxious yeti. As he watched the twelve-foot behemoth leapt into the air, dropkicking Kopaka and sending the Bio-mech flying.  The Toa of ice slammed solidly into the railing besides Skeletor, nearly causing him to lose his grip. Wiess glanced briefly back to her allies, but almost the entirety of her efforts were spent simply to avoid the maniacal flurry of punches that the punk yeti was sending her way.

“I could use… some help… here!” she shouted between dodges.

Kopaka was stirring slowly, but it seemed he had taken a heavy blow from their painted friend. Skeletor swung his body, managing to get one foot up and over the edge before rolling back onto solid ground. His faith in the structure was short-lived, as the metal groaned and shook alarmingly. TriKy FLipZ was getting frustrated with the stinging ripostes that the huntress was delivering, and now seemed simply to be trying to bring down the whole cable-car platform.

It worked. As Skeletor stumbled to his feet he saw Wiess’s foot twist as she landed badly from a jump. The Huntress stumbled and their foe capitalized on the opportunity, sending Wiess flying back towards the portal with a double fisted wallop of a punch.

“This isn’t working, ice bucket!” Skeletor hissed at Kopaka, and the Toa’s ice-blue eyes fixed on him with a grim expression.

The yeti had its back to them, and seemed more inclined to gloat its victory than to finish them off, pounding its chest and repeating the same three syllables in a garbling howl. “TREE KEY FLEP! TREEE KEY FLEP!” beating the words spray-painted onto its fur. Wiess was struggling back to her feet surprisingly quickly, and Skeletor though he could see a faint white shimmering about the huntress’s body? How had she managed to weather that blow so easily?

“Do you have a suggestion, mage? Or are you not intending to actually help us get out of here alive?” The edge was very obvious in Kopaka’s words, and Skeletor would never have tolerated such insubordination from one of his minions back on Eternia. But then again, he didn’t have to face a twelve-foot snowboarding yeti in Eternia without the majority of his powers available to him. He would just have to live with the Bionicle’s cheek.

“That thing is going to destroy the entire station at this rate!” Skeletor shouted, the yeti had rushed Wiess before she could fully recover, and the young girl looked to be quite hard pressed.

“Hey! Quit chatting and help me with this guy!” she shouted, spiraling away from a meaty fist and swiping at it with Myrtenaster.

“We need a way to get across that mountainside, and quickly!” the Warlock argued, reaching down and grabbing his Havoc staff once again.

Kopaka got to his feet, spinning his shield as he prepared to charge back in to assist the rapidly tiring Wiess. “Not with this thing after us. If we flee it will bring down the whole structure and send us hurtling down into the abyss. We need to deal with that snow beast first.”

The Bio-mechanical warrior burst into motion sprinting forward and leaping into the air, landing on the creature and planting his blade into the yeti’s muscled back. Kopaka clung to his foe, heedless of the purple flames that licked at his protodermis limbs. Skeletor made a face at the Toa from behind.

“Deal with the beast first? Who do you think you are, you iced over lawnmower!” he muttered to himself as he began to fire blasts of energy at the Yeti. TriKy FLipZ was far more distracted by the white Bio-mech mounted on his back, and for the moment was completely ignoring Skeletor’s attacks, so the Warlock took his time, lining up each shot and aiming for the patches of fur which looked more red already. The yeti seemed to hardly have slowed.

Their foe had finally solved the problem of the Toa on its back, simply by springing backwards into the ground. Kopaka leapt away from the initial impact, but the Yeti turned the seemingly clumsy flop into a series of breakdancing moves, slamming the Guardian of Ice with a flailing limb the size of his torso.
But Skeletor was out of range, and the Warlock produced an emerald talisman in the shape of a ram from his belt. Holding the talisman between outstretched fingers Skeletor uttered the incantation. A brilliant emerald light slammed into TriKy FLipZ, causing the monstrous yeti to stagger backwards and tumble down into a short ravine.

“And that is what happens when you challenge SKELETOR! You pigment impaired sasquatch!”  the warlock shouted in triumph. Heaving slightly with expended energy, Skeletor turned to his companions. “The cables! Follow me and do EXACTLY as I do!” he commanded before jogging over to the end of the cable dock. “Like this!” he shouted and leapt into the air, looping his Havoc staff’s head around one of the cables. The momentum of gravity would take them all the way to Nebula’s front door. Skeletor tried to turn and look behind to ensure they were following, when he felt a massive fist close around his legs. If it were physically possible, the blood would have drained from Skeletor’s face.

“oh no…”

1166 words according to MS word. Skeletor used T1 SA: the Ram Stone