Colosseum - Round 1, Group B - Kopaka vs Ururu Kyuuei

[Storyteller]

Kopaka, standing before an unfurled Kingdom flag, looked across a rolling battlefield at Ururu Kyuuei, who himself stood before a small armory and the rebel colors of the Deserters. Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.'

Someone gestured for silence, and just like that, there wasn't a sound in the building as Victor von Magnus walked onto the small platform near the center of the massive structure. With a smile, he picked up the padded hammer and smashed it into the gong, signalling the fights to commence.

Judge – Sinestro

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[Kopaka]

Kopaka remained motionless, even as the hammer strike that heralded the commencement of this round echoed across the expansive killing floor. The midday sun shone brilliantly on his white and silver exoskeleton; sending sharp, reflected beams of light ricocheting across the otherwise drab battlezone that had been alotted for this initial skirmish.

The diminutive biological who shared the space with Kopaka did not, however, elect for a more quiescent sally into the melee. Ururu immediately called her bladed gauntlets to hand and deftly began folding her fingers together in a pattern of intricate signs. Kopaka could only assume this was preparation for some manner of attack or defense, so the Toa drew his sword and shield in kind.

One might assume a degree of apprehension on the part of the Toa, regarding the prospect of battling a seeming child to the death, but this was not so. Kopaka had no concept of what a child was, save for the basic concept that it generally defined a biological organism in its early stages of development. There was no reason for Kopaka to treat the female any differently because of her physical structure. Regardless, his target was now dashing towards him, so it might be time to move.

The Toa of Ice spun his shield into action, the whirling bulwark making a sound akin to miniature jet engine. The female slid on her feet behind one of the short walls littering the area. Kopaka called upon the power of the Kanohi Akaku, but was bewildered as it failed to pierce the stone veil.

"How?" the Toa muttered, his eye narrowing to a furious slit. The power of the Kanohi was supposedly absolute. Evidently this was not the case in the Omniverse. Was range a factor? He couldn't allow himself to become distracted, however. The female's momentary pause behind the wall gave Kopaka sufficient time to descend the precipitous wall of the ditch between them, though a moment later, she reemerged. Why enter cover, pause, and then exit with no apparent change? Something had happened behind that wall, but due to his afflicted mask, there was no certainty.

Kopaka disliked that.

What was certain, however, was that the female child was charging at Kopaka with reckless abandon, arms thrown wide and poised to strike. At least this much the Akaku was able to reveal to him, even through the solid dirt that formed the wall of the ditch. The biomech decided to go on the defensive, at least until he was better aprised of his opponent's faculties. As such, he rose his Ice Sword high into the air and called on the Power of Ice that flowed through his body. An ice laden wind began to gale forth from the shining blade, slowly causing a howling blizzard to fill Kopaka's immediate vicinity.

It wasn't fast enough to compensate for the female's vicious speed as she leaped down into the ditch and delivered two adroit slashes to his midsection. The swipes were hasty, and had less force than the Toa was anticipating, but left harsh scratches on his metal carapace nontheless. In the next instant, Ururu was gone again, leaping out of the indent with a single bound. Kopaka's pride was slightly wounded, in that he hadn't drawn first blood (per se), but it didn't change the fact that there was now a raging snow storm spiraling in a thirty foot radius around the Toa.

Certainly the spectators would find the icy shroud disenchanting to their bloodlust, but it was tactically sound. Kopaka raised his shield into a defensive stance, watched, and waited...

[Ururu Kyuuei]

The resonating baritone of a gong of all things was what had Ururu on edge, or at least appeared to be when that curtain of something solidified around her; cutting her off from the eyes and ears she had left in amongst the audience. It was only a momentary flinch that struck her, but few things could cause that reaction in her in the first place. Like the same feeling she had when she first came in contact in with a Gate.

Impossibilities like that were what this world was made up of; now she had to face something else that she had thought impossible.

Well more like improbable and it was situated across the field. An inorganic lifeform. Unknown.

Ururu took a deep breath and centered her thoughts from being scientific. There would be time for that later. Now she needed to be the Rogue, and it showed in how her body tensed. Her eyes mapping out the arena and the architect in her found the closest hiding place. Or rather a visual obstruction.

In an instant, her tenseness was unleashed into movement. A diagonal dash that fell into a roll took her from view, the light and into the shade where she belonged. All the while her wrists flicked to bring about claws that wasted no time by twisting into pain inducing shapes.

Hanmyo with me! Commanded Ururu internally as she dived into the Network that existed within this field.

The roll brought her crashing against the stone wall’s face as her chakra laced fingers conjured a clone replica that formed bent into a crouch beside her. Only dimly aware of such things, Ururu instead found herself tumbling into the synapses of the newly wrought grey-matter, her mind expanding with only a brief sense of what she had left behind.

Shaded light streamed into her newborn eyes, allowing her to note the real body as it curled up in concentration. But that was all she spared herself. Literally.

Well-honed muscle flexed at her command into a vault over the obstruction. She was careful not show off the ease she had at clearing such height, opting instead to barely pass over the top.

Withering Rogue was a style that focused on deceit, guerrilla tactics, speed, and dramatic shifts in pace and angle at the best possible times. This was no different as she flew forward from the barricade in a staccato of steps and determination.

It was pure rapture as the wind bit across her cheeks followed by… snow?

Humming to herself playfully and surprise Ururu made note of the beginnings of her opponent’s theme but didn’t hesitate to follow through into the brewing storm. Her path after all was as straight as the field allowed her, no pause, no protest, just living momentum and a joy of speed.

In those last seconds of movement, her visibility had shortened dramatically. Wisps of chilled hinting at just what she could expect as this progressed.

Cold. Potential deadly.

Before this weather manipulation saw her freezing, blinded or at least slowing down, Ururu made her move. Vaulting over another barricade, her feet caught its edge and the slightest bit of chakra gave her more purchase than it otherwise would have in allowing the girl to launch downward.

Trailing cloudy puffs of respiration, Ururu slammed into the floor, sprung and brought her hands to bear as fingers raked their tungsten carbide tips across the robot’s torso.

It was a sound worse than anything her academy chuunin-sensei had ever subjected her class to within those walls adorned with chalk boards and blunted weapons. Metal against metal, sparks trailing as rapidly dying embers within the arctic wind-

Focus you idiot.

Thankful at least that she wasn’t going alliterative in her study and response to the situation; Ururu used what little surprise she had left in her airborne ricochet to twist her feet and then her body into the upper-earthen wall.

The same trick that gave her purchase earlier upon the barricade gave it to her now as chakra and pure back muscle held her crouched horizontal, facing the metallic being’s back. Chakra walking was a skill that gave them advantage in anchoring themselves to almost any terrain feature.

Like Ururu to the trench’s side.

It also allotted her an extra degree of force when she was able to put her back, legs and arms of the Clone into jabbing her fingered claws at the prone metallic backside.

Her retreat from the indent was a feint.

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[Kopaka]

The biomech whipped around as the female child soared back into the air, following her trajectory all the way back down to the wall of the ditch, where she stuck to the wall like some sort of pasty frog. The power of the Akaku was well suited to keeping track of the youth's erratic movements. As Ururu lashed out from her perch behind the Toa, Kopaka brought his shield to bear against the blow, and the twisting motion of the device slapped Ururu off balance. Kopaka attempted to seize this momentary opening, but the female's skill and reflexes saved her from being impaled on the twin tips of the Ice Sword. She did not escape the riposte completely unscathed, however, and let out a muted shriek as her left calf was sliced by the trailing edge of the blade. No blood was spilled, however.

The wound had been frozen shut instantly.

It made for a clumsy landing when Ururu landed on her side of the lip of the ditch. Inspecting the wound, she found the majority of the pain was from a deep, aching numbness. Frostbite was evident in the ugly purple marbling of flesh that surrounded the gash. She couldn't afford to wallow in agony, however; in her retreat, she had lost sight of the Toa. There was barely a moment to spare as a lance of bright blue energy rocketed out from the depths of the blizzard, forcing Ururu to roll backwards. A wide, spiky patch of fresh ice encrusted the area that she had occupied but a moment prior. A quiet moment passed, as the whipping blizzard winds and ambiance of the other deadly fights echoed throughout the expansive Colosseum. Meanwhile, inside the whirling snow, Kopaka silently switched his Kanohi from the Akaku to the Mahiki, and proceeded to conjure two illusory copies of himself. which clambered out of the veil of snow in unison. The surprise on the female human's face was evident as the incorporeal phalanx stalked out from the cover of the storm, each raising their sword and shields in unison. Kopaka himself played the role of the left-most warrior.

Ururu backed up warily and flexed her bladed fingers ever so slightly before sending a fusillade of chained talons towards the collective host of images, even as they themselves broke into a series of simple maneuvers. The one directly in front of Ururu charged directly at her, while the one on the right rolled past the attack and Kopaka himself began strafing around to the girl's right. The frenzied weapons sliced and knived through the air like rattling serpents. Being that one of the seeming clones was nearly on top of her, Ururu focused the frenetic motions of her weapon on that particular phantasm. As the claws passed straight through the projected image, however, her face screwed into a frustrated scowl at the deceit. Kopaka himself, however, was not about to let the opportunity of the girl's missed attack go to waste and rapidly closed on her position, even as she wheeled around to face him. With a desperate, leaping grasp, Kopaka snatched a length of chain from two of the claws as Ururu reeled the implements back towards her. Rather than let Kopaka take advantage of the erstwhile leash he now held her with. Ururu used the ratcheting power of the reeling mechanism within her gauntlets in conjunction with a dexterous leap. The end result of this maneuver was a mechanically enhanced flying dropkick directly to Kopaka's mask, which sent the Mahiki flying off of his face. The Toa roared in a combination of surprised and pain, staggering backwards from the counterattack and losing his grip on the two chains he had managed to get a hold of. Ururu let her own cry of anguish as a fresh spiral of agony went spiraling through her injured leg. That wasn't about to prevent her from gloating, though.


"Nice try, snowball. Also? Dear Sage, your face is weird."

Kopaka was nonplussed by the female's comment. He looked nervously over his shoulder at where his mask lay in the dirt. It was nothing short of shameful that he had managed to lose it this early in the tournament. His monolithic facial features wrenched into an enraged scowl. He had to bide his time until his elemental power was recharged...

[Ururu Kyuuei]

Ururu grunted as she realized what she was doing. Something had taken hold of her, something she didn’t like. Something that didn’t go with her plans. And like an idiot she had used techniques she had specifically plotted never to let anyone fucking see unless her existence was being threatened. Or at least not until later in this tournament.

To use it in the first damn round where possibly anyone could see?

What the hell was wrong with her?

Her left claws caught the ground along with her feet and chakra as she was sent nearly sprawling backwards with the force of deflecting a blow from the Robot with her right gauntlet’s body. She took a single suffering breath of souring mood before her eyes narrowed.

A ten meter difference in this trench was held between them. That was one second of space to turn this shit around.

Her choices were limited, and killing this bastard wouldn’t change the fact that the knowledge was out and her ability to wipe specific information from the mind of beings hadn’t been recovered. If by some fucking chance that the entire audience suddenly missed her sprouting chain like appendages… well it didn’t change anything. Who knew if this thing would blab the first chance it got. All that identified her as Shinobi had been laid bare.

Everything she had done to keep her secrets the last several days was gone, unless the blizzard…

Ururu’s lips rippled in a growl that was much more her personality. She knew she was arrogant, she had every right to be but never was she a showboat like she had been just now. Nor was she so willing to display her talents. If she had she’d have died by the time her first serious mission had rolled around. Even the damn nine year old she had been was smarter than this.

Spitting, Ururu’s arms and feet began to claw herself forward. Friction and force counteracted imparted momentum. Speed was her asset but not if she was going to be sloppy. Again.

A rogue was precision. Wasted moves were unacceptable. Why attack twenty times ineffectively when two careful hits saved her from blood and dealt critical blows greater than that… frantic dipshit had been doing.

Ururu snorted as she felt Hanmyo’s disapproval and agreement with that assessment.

Earth rushed passed her even as her dark mirth made her lose precious breath and concentration. Her target needed to be taken down now, she couldn’t let this fight continue before whatever was pushing her buttons made her do something retard like use her last remaining trump card.

With another step Ururu altered her course down the hole towards the right as she raised her left arm up to intersect the thing’s neck or the equivalent.

It cleaved its sword diagonally as Ururu pivoted out of the feint more to the right. The blade slicing through her skin, into muscle as visceral bits of gore and tissue were painted across the walls with the force of the weapon and the speed of her own momentum. The pain was agonizing but she held it in.

Make up for the errors. One little hurt for one big payoff. Though it did confirm it was trying to kill her.

That’s not very nice!

With the pivot pulling her backwards so she and the robot were parallel, shoulder to well… arm bolt? Her right limb struck out to increase the spin of her body to a full 180 using its’ greater mass to slow up.

Even breaking her momentum, she was still moving forward, allowing her bend back and see behind herself with her feet and their chakra insuring stability. Now was the time, her left arm shot to grab it’s chin, hooking the bladed fingers as secure as possible. She yanked.

Muscles flexed and strained even as a thin but deep line of crimson formed an arc between the thing’s sword and her chest. Hell. she could even see a bit of breast bone flying through the air. Well that was going to really, really, hurt in a second.

Like ow…

Her calves and probably every other piece of connective tissue tightened in an instant. Ururu worked to use what leverage, strength and kinetic potential that she could muster to pull this thing into the air and reverse the parabola that her body had formed. In one almighty crash the Machine hit the ground and Ururu with it, flying some distance for defensive measures.

[Kopaka]

The world flashed white as Kopaka's unmasked face was driven into the unforgiving dirt floor of the arena. Humiliating. More importantly, the Toa had felt a pang of sharp pain in the semi-organic musculature that lined his otherwise mechanical neck. The force of the impact was startlingly fierce for an organic of this female's size and structure. He would have to start making a more concerted effort to end this fight.

That wasn't to say he hadn't been trying before now; Kopaka had merely been resorting to his usual, methodical approach to combat. As this melee had drawn on, however, it was evident that Kopaka and the Ururu girl were an odd match for each other. She could barely hurt him, and he could hardly keep up with her acrobatic antics...though, perhaps her latest gambit had proven this dynamic was not completely balanced. Still, it struck the Toa as odd that she would be willing to sustain such a grievous, possibly fatal, chest wound to turn the battle in her favor.

A sudden slice of pain biting into his right side brought Kopaka back to the immediacy of his predicament. Shaking his head free of the baleful stupor echoing from the recent cranial impact, the biomech lunged back on to his feet, only to lose his coordination and flop heavily back into the dirt. Now genuine panic began to set in. The female's clawed pile driver had more than strained his neck muscles, it had injured his spinal column. Another flash of clawed pain ricocheted off of the dense armor plating on his back. Kopaka could just imagine the pathetic scene; him lying face down in the dirt and her making gleeful hit-and-run attacks, unchallenged. The shame was too much to bear. He needed to calm his mind and remember his past lessons.

Play to your strengths.

Closing his gleaming eyes, Kopaka extended his awareness outwards, trying to hear the female's ephemeral movements over the constant din of the other fighters and raucous crowd. It was barely distinguishable, but Kopaka did catch the muted pattering of feet approaching from his right. With a haggard growl, the Toa lifted the Ice Sword up weakly and blindly fired a brilliant stream of elemental power in that direction. The haphazard shot was far from perfect, but the suddenness of the retaliation managed to catch Ururu off guard. Though she ducked to the left, her left shoulder and a majority of her upper torso suddenly became encased in a thick burl of rock-solid rime.

Kopaka didn't bother to let his bitter gaze rest on the human's struggles. Instead, he frantically propped himself up on one arm and searched the area for his Kanohi mask. There! Just a few scant feet behind him. The solid metal face plate had defaulted to its basic form, the Akaku. Half stumbling, half sprinting, Kopaka surged over to the artifact of power and swiftly fastened it back over his iron features. The Kanohi reactivated immediately, allowing Kopaka to gaze through solid materials once more. The biomech prepared to face his foe, but as his head turned, something caught his eye.

During the course of the battle, the pair of fighters had drifted close enough to Ururu's side of the field that the Toa could now see through a majority of the stone walls that littered the battle zone. Behind one such wall, the one that Ururu had paused behind at the beginning of their fight, there lay a small body, identical to the youthful frame that had been combating Kopaka up until this point.

Kopaka turned to face Ururu, or Ururu's clone, rather, where she stood behind another such wall, peeking at Kopaka from behind cover. After having rid herself of the icy affliction that had bound much of her body, she had momentarily taken cover to observe the biomech's movements. The Toa looked back to the true body's hiding place, then back to the clone. Their eyes locked, and in that instance, each knew exactly what the other was thinking. With all the grace of a Kane-Ra Bull, Kopaka pulled himself to his feet and staggered towards the female's true body as fast as he could. Kopaka had to prepare for one of Ururu's unpredictable maneuvers, so he called upon the Kanohi Matatu, hoping that he could ward off any potential attack with a telekinetic blast of force. Maybe it would be enough to catch the female off guard long enough to deliver a killing blow...

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[Ururu Kyuuei]

Cold. Ice. That definitely matched the theme for the day. She could feel one of her eyes was possibly, no- irreparably, damaged. Her whole body restrained and a thick chill was flowing from her like some sort of fog machine. Swaths of skin likely also frost bitten. The fact that she wasn’t shivering wasn’t a good sign either.

Hanmyo, take over and try and get out. You’re the distraction now. Ururu barked before she released her grip on the body. Remember those times when you are sleep and realize you were dreaming? It’s that very realization that wakes you up? That’s what this felt like.

A distinct falling sensation-

The pain that had plagued her up until now vanished and was replaced with a new sensation. Even more cold, and stiffness. Her body was caked with a layer of snow, though it was thin, body heat melting it in places where it had contacted her skin. Her hair was pure white while her skin was chilled blue; if her finger tips were anything to go by.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! A blizzard in a sealed container? Duh!

I’ll be free in a moment… Hanmyo sent weakly, as if the very fabric of the mind was out of breath.

Without Ururu’s chakra or determination to power the body… it seemed the reality of what had been done to Clone was hitting with all the force that a normal human would be suffering from. Her mind very well could be out of breath. No matter, it would serve its purpose while Ururu came up with a new plan.

I’m out, though my vision is shit- uh Hanmyo paused, Uh… what’s he looking for?

A blink cleared her eyes of snow, a second brought light back, and a third revealed a limping metal form that was far too close for comfort and indeed searching for something. Very, very odd. A possible weakness she had missed? He was a robot after all; things could be different from people.

Ururu restrained a giggle at the thought of lost batteries, though it pierced the dark mood she still trapped in.

She didn’t think it would be batteries; more importantly right now she needed backup, Come my way, you may not be able to fight but try and get him to focus on you. Kill you if need be. The growl she got in response was of annoyed acceptance. Very annoyed. Could be worse he-

A glint of light stole back Ururu’s attention away from her realization she had assigned him a gendered pronoun.

Whatever his search, he’d found it. Just as Ururu was gaining back full sensation in her body his gaze flew past, jerked back and then locked on.

He met her eyes, and then that of her clone as the girl had inched forward and then broke into a run to try and do something. Not that Ururu expected Hanmyo could do much. Without input from a source of power, Hanmyo was as weak as any untrained human.

And- an then something in that inhuman body… gave her warning. Maybe it was the charge or something else but, he meant business.

Ururu threw herself from the cover of the snow even as her limbs still protested their treatment by the chill that had been so far reaped upon her. Toes and claws ripped the ground and commanded it to aid her cause as she literally threw herself away from the direction he was racing towards.

Apparently not enough, if the pain that crashed into her side told her anything.

Ururu swore she didn’t yelp like the little girl that she was. No she was stoic, in the face of danger focused on survival and pain. Much pain.

Force with no source no sign of existence beyond the curling and rippling of air tore into Ururu’s frame and threw her wildly end over end. At the very least it would be a bruise. But that she could handle.

Her landing also helped in that she was able to catch herself, albeit awkwardly, and disperse some of the momentum. A lighter body also saved her from being crushed under her own weight multiplied by the velocity she had been moving. Almost as if it was good for something. Almost.

Ururu didn’t waste any more time, she coursed into an attack for the first time in her own body just as Hanmyo made her last effort to be useful in grabbing the thing’s sword arm. To pin it.

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[Kopaka]

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...