06-26-2017, 11:03 PM
Kopaka uttered a long, synthesized groan as he swept the last hunks of snow off of his frigid body. In passing, the Toa noticed that his Kanohi had been knocked off of his face during the tumbling frenzy of the avalanche. Kopaka dug around in the drifts for a few minutes, mostly inured to the echoing pleas of Keldor. Yes, he was aware that the warlock was currently in mortal danger, but his Mask of Power was the single most important possession he owned. Vexing as it was to find an artifact that granted x-ray vision in a pile of snow, the biomech did eventually pull the Akaku out of the anti-snow and affix it back onto his monolithic, grey features. It was then, and only then, that Kopaka jogged over to the rickety black pylon that supported the cables crossing the ravine.
The Toa of Ice immediately had a plan to both rid them of the indefatigable yeti and cross the yawning gulf, but he suspected that Keldor was very much not going to like it. Luckily, TriKy FliPz was far too occupied with harassing the panicking blue man to notice the Toa calmly scaling the ebon metal behind him. Without so much as a word, Kopaka summoned what little elemental energy he had regenerated and fired an icy blast at Keldor, freezing the sorcerer in a bolus of solid rime. Though Keldor was unable to turn to look directly at the Toa, he had no problem expressing his outrage.
“B-Betrayer! Fiend! Wastrel! When I am free of this snare you will know the full extent of my wrath–“
The masked skeleton’s words were cut off as there came a sharp twanging sound ricocheting up the length of the steel cord. This caused even the monumental yeti to turn his head back towards the biomech, who was steadily hacking the cable in twain.
Zdang!
“Wait! Kopaka! What are you doing?!”
Zdangg!
“Stop!”
Zztwap!
With a vicious snap, the cable came free and whipped through the air, causing yeti and sorcerer alike to plummet into the fathomless gulf below. Keldor howled the entire time he fell, at least for ten seconds, before smashing against the glacial wall of the opposing peak. Reflexes saved his skin, as the shattering ice gave him just enough time to grab the cable and prop himself against the frigid wall. Kopaka came slamming into the mountain a few yards away, his blue optics gleaming peevishly. The shell-shocked sorcerer gave the Toa a blank stare for a few moments before the biomech wordlessly began to ascend the face of stone and ice, bracing his legs against the sheer drop and using the cable for assistance.
Keldor followed suit, and as the two worked their way up to the precipice where Weiss had landed, they deigned to share words again.
“…I thought this is what you were asking me to do.” Kopaka said in a tone that was borderline apologetic. This was not lost on Keldor, and the self-centered magician capitalized on the passive regret.
“Bah! This is the WORST solution to the problem we faced. I was asking you to knock the yeti off, you articulated ice-box!” the warlock sneered, glancing over at Kopaka. The Toa of Ice kept his gaze firmly fixed on their goal. Using the Kanohi Akaku, he could peer through the mountain itself to see Schnee fending off the darkling revelers that had been frolicking minutes prior. The girl could certainly look out for herself, but as loathsome as the truth was, they were a tightly knit team now. It wouldn’t do to leave her to herself. Kopaka doubled his pace, gripping the cable hand over hand in a relentless climb. He quickly got far ahead of Keldor, and it occurred to him that, once again, his ability to move flawlessly on slick, icy surfaces was not a boon that his teammates shared. Oh well.
Neither of them had seen or heard from their abominable nemesis, so Kopaka had to assume that TriKy had lost his grip on the cable when it fell. It made enough sense; the sasquatch was immensely heavy. Heck, he may have even cut his fingers off trying to hang on. Either way, in due time, Keldor and Kopaka clambered over the edge of the escarpment. The bruised and blighted sunset in the frozen Nebula Space illuminated the ski village with a surprising amount of warm, golden hues intersect by stretching shadows. The rustic cabins were in poor condition, with windows broken and madness-induced graffiti carved into their pinewood exteriors.
Schnee was visibly relieved to see her teammates, skidding towards them after having blasted one of the quaint cottages into flaming oblivion with her explosive dust.
“Oh good! I was beginning to worry you two had died.” She said in a chiding tone that was totally transparent. Even Kopaka could tell that she had secretly been immensely concerned about their survival. Once again, the three Primes stood three abreast, arrayed against the Nebula dregs that had scuttled up to meet their unwanted guests. Kopaka was practically vibrating with anticipation; his thirst for violence had been growing steadily since embarking on this farce. He drew the blade of his sword along the rim of the Ice Shield as it spun up to defensive RPMs, eliciting a hollow ring from the split blade.
These darkling plebeians would serve well to sate him.
The Toa of Ice immediately had a plan to both rid them of the indefatigable yeti and cross the yawning gulf, but he suspected that Keldor was very much not going to like it. Luckily, TriKy FliPz was far too occupied with harassing the panicking blue man to notice the Toa calmly scaling the ebon metal behind him. Without so much as a word, Kopaka summoned what little elemental energy he had regenerated and fired an icy blast at Keldor, freezing the sorcerer in a bolus of solid rime. Though Keldor was unable to turn to look directly at the Toa, he had no problem expressing his outrage.
“B-Betrayer! Fiend! Wastrel! When I am free of this snare you will know the full extent of my wrath–“
The masked skeleton’s words were cut off as there came a sharp twanging sound ricocheting up the length of the steel cord. This caused even the monumental yeti to turn his head back towards the biomech, who was steadily hacking the cable in twain.
Zdang!
“Wait! Kopaka! What are you doing?!”
Zdangg!
“Stop!”
Zztwap!
With a vicious snap, the cable came free and whipped through the air, causing yeti and sorcerer alike to plummet into the fathomless gulf below. Keldor howled the entire time he fell, at least for ten seconds, before smashing against the glacial wall of the opposing peak. Reflexes saved his skin, as the shattering ice gave him just enough time to grab the cable and prop himself against the frigid wall. Kopaka came slamming into the mountain a few yards away, his blue optics gleaming peevishly. The shell-shocked sorcerer gave the Toa a blank stare for a few moments before the biomech wordlessly began to ascend the face of stone and ice, bracing his legs against the sheer drop and using the cable for assistance.
Keldor followed suit, and as the two worked their way up to the precipice where Weiss had landed, they deigned to share words again.
“…I thought this is what you were asking me to do.” Kopaka said in a tone that was borderline apologetic. This was not lost on Keldor, and the self-centered magician capitalized on the passive regret.
“Bah! This is the WORST solution to the problem we faced. I was asking you to knock the yeti off, you articulated ice-box!” the warlock sneered, glancing over at Kopaka. The Toa of Ice kept his gaze firmly fixed on their goal. Using the Kanohi Akaku, he could peer through the mountain itself to see Schnee fending off the darkling revelers that had been frolicking minutes prior. The girl could certainly look out for herself, but as loathsome as the truth was, they were a tightly knit team now. It wouldn’t do to leave her to herself. Kopaka doubled his pace, gripping the cable hand over hand in a relentless climb. He quickly got far ahead of Keldor, and it occurred to him that, once again, his ability to move flawlessly on slick, icy surfaces was not a boon that his teammates shared. Oh well.
Neither of them had seen or heard from their abominable nemesis, so Kopaka had to assume that TriKy had lost his grip on the cable when it fell. It made enough sense; the sasquatch was immensely heavy. Heck, he may have even cut his fingers off trying to hang on. Either way, in due time, Keldor and Kopaka clambered over the edge of the escarpment. The bruised and blighted sunset in the frozen Nebula Space illuminated the ski village with a surprising amount of warm, golden hues intersect by stretching shadows. The rustic cabins were in poor condition, with windows broken and madness-induced graffiti carved into their pinewood exteriors.
Schnee was visibly relieved to see her teammates, skidding towards them after having blasted one of the quaint cottages into flaming oblivion with her explosive dust.
“Oh good! I was beginning to worry you two had died.” She said in a chiding tone that was totally transparent. Even Kopaka could tell that she had secretly been immensely concerned about their survival. Once again, the three Primes stood three abreast, arrayed against the Nebula dregs that had scuttled up to meet their unwanted guests. Kopaka was practically vibrating with anticipation; his thirst for violence had been growing steadily since embarking on this farce. He drew the blade of his sword along the rim of the Ice Shield as it spun up to defensive RPMs, eliciting a hollow ring from the split blade.
These darkling plebeians would serve well to sate him.
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