"Mad? Raving! but it's not as bad as you might suspect." He carves out another Guurahk, and flings both statues into the air. "RAHKSHI!!!" The metal toa and servant of Makuta land mere feet from eachother.
"You really should stop that before they throw you out." The rahkshi statue is blasted apart again. The toa statue is examined "Who made these things?"
"I did! -and I wish I could say the same for your friend/foe identification capabilities, because it is spot on!"
"You really should stop that before they throw you out." The rahkshi statue is blasted apart again. The toa statue is examined "Who made these things?"
"I did! -and I wish I could say the same for your friend/foe identification capabilities, because it is spot on!"
"I wasn't trying, I did scare them. They overcame their fear and acted with proper judgement. Don't you find that fascinating?"
"Personally, I find your statue-throwing irresponsible. But yes, they did act well."
"Alright alright alright alright. Let's do something cool." The Rahkshi of Iron whirled his staff back and forth, eventually planting it into the ground in salute. "Duel?"
"Personally, I find your statue-throwing irresponsible. But yes, they did act well."
"Alright alright alright alright. Let's do something cool." The Rahkshi of Iron whirled his staff back and forth, eventually planting it into the ground in salute. "Duel?"
Fekari grins and stabs his rahkshi staff-sword conglomerate of a weapon into the ground in response. "En garde."
"Alright alright alright alright. Let's do something cool." The Rahkshi of Iron whirled his staff back and forth, eventually planting it into the ground in salute. "Duel?"
Fekari grins and stabs his rahkshi staff-sword conglomerate of a weapon into the ground in response. "En garde."
"Urn god?" The rahkshi shot a confused expression at the toa. "I don't get it."
"Huh." The rahkshi whipped his staff around his body to bring it down on the toa's head. "We say, 'HSSS...' before dueling."
"Heh." The staff is shunted to the side with elemental iron, and Fekari slashes at Metarahk with his sword.
The other end came around to make contact with the sword, which sent a surge of electricity through the toa. "The two things I'm good at are scarring matoran, and fighting. I'll try to use those skills for good."
"Heh." The staff is shunted to the side with elemental iron, and Fekari slashes at Metarahk with his sword.
The other end came around to make contact with the sword, which sent a surge of electricity through the toa. "The two things I'm good at are scarring matoran, and fighting. I'll try to use those skills for good."
"Agh!" Fekari's arm tenses up because electricity, but his powers shove metarahk back. A hail of needles peppers the Rahkshi. "Good."
The other end came around to make contact with the sword, which sent a surge of electricity through the toa. "The two things I'm good at are scarring matoran, and fighting. I'll try to use those skills for good."
"Agh!" Fekari's arm tenses up because electricity, but his powers shove metarahk back. A hail of needles peppers the Rahkshi. "Good."
Metarahk kept himself in place, knowing that the toa would likely use his control over iron to disrupt the flow of electricity. However, the close distance meant that the needle shower was a complete success. "HSSS!" He verbally writhed while jumping back.
"Agh!" Fekari's arm tenses up because electricity, but his powers shove metarahk back. A hail of needles peppers the Rahkshi. "Good."
Metarahk kept himself in place, knowing that the toa would likely use his control over iron to disrupt the flow of electricity. However, the close distance meant that the needle shower was a complete success. "HSSS!" He verbally writhed while jumping back.
Fekari wrings his arm out. "Smart." The toa shoots a toa-length square of protosteel foil at Metarahk intending to restrict his movement.
Metarahk kept himself in place, knowing that the toa would likely use his control over iron to disrupt the flow of electricity. However, the close distance meant that the needle shower was a complete success. "HSSS!" He verbally writhed while jumping back.
Fekari wrings his arm out. "Smart." The toa shoots a toa-length square of protosteel foil at Metarahk intending to restrict his movement.
The foil bent back around and clap itself on Fekari's mask. "Eh, you should have stuck to the needles." The rahkshi spun himself at unbelievable speeds while manipulating his suit to drill into the ground. "Thi-i-i-i-is i-i-i-i-i-i-is go-o-o-o-o-on-na-a-a-a-a-a be-e-e-e-e you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-our gra-a-a-a-a-a-ave." He taunted in his nearly inaudible voice.
Fekari wrings his arm out. "Smart." The toa shoots a toa-length square of protosteel foil at Metarahk intending to restrict his movement.
The foil bent back around and clap itself on Fekari's mask. "Eh, you should have stuck to the needles." The rahkshi spun himself at unbelievable speeds while manipulating his suit to drill into the ground. "Thi-i-i-i-is i-i-i-i-i-i-is go-o-o-o-o-on-na-a-a-a-a-a be-e-e-e-e you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-our gra-a-a-a-a-a-ave." He taunted in his nearly inaudible voice.
Fekari absorbs the foil and proceeds to shoot needles at the spinning rahkshi. "Is it now?"
The foil bent back around and clap itself on Fekari's mask. "Eh, you should have stuck to the needles." The rahkshi spun himself at unbelievable speeds while manipulating his suit to drill into the ground. "Thi-i-i-i-is i-i-i-i-i-i-is go-o-o-o-o-on-na-a-a-a-a-a be-e-e-e-e you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-our gra-a-a-a-a-a-ave." He taunted in his nearly inaudible voice.
Fekari absorbs the foil and proceeds to shoot needles at the spinning rahkshi. "Is it now?"
The rahkshi dropped through the ground and avoided the needles simultaneously, only to emerge right behind the toa with a nasty looking root in his hands. "No. Have you ever tried tea?"
Fekari absorbs the foil and proceeds to shoot needles at the spinning rahkshi. "Is it now?"
The rahkshi dropped through the ground and avoided the needles simultaneously, only to emerge right behind the toa with a nasty looking root in his hands. "No. Have you ever tried tea?"
"... Matoran and toa don't eat like organics do." Fekari whirls, swinging his sword in the process. He holds the rahkshi's body in place with his control over metal.
The rahkshi dropped through the ground and avoided the needles simultaneously, only to emerge right behind the toa with a nasty looking root in his hands. "No. Have you ever tried tea?"
"... Matoran and toa don't eat like organics do." Fekari whirls, swinging his sword in the process. He holds the rahkshi's body in place with his control over metal.
"But you still drink liquid protodermis. Steeping roots and leaves in hot- hey!" He folded the blade back and wrapped it around the toa's arm. "...I could give a sly remark about this, but nothing is coming to mind."
"... Matoran and toa don't eat like organics do." Fekari whirls, swinging his sword in the process. He holds the rahkshi's body in place with his control over metal.
"But you still drink liquid protodermis. Steeping roots and leaves in hot- hey!" He folded the blade back and wrapped it around the toa's arm. "...I could give a sly remark about this, but nothing is coming to mind."
The toa unleashes a hail of buzzsaws on the rahkshi. "...Hmmm. Nothing's coming to me either."