"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."
A shield caught them the second it appeared, then the rahkshi gave a sinister smile. "Too wrapped up in your own fighting style?" He broke free from the Toa's control with a willful jump and speared his staff into the ground, letting lose a splash strike of non-elemental electricity. "This may shock you, but I'm new to fighting toa."
The toa unleashes a hail of buzzsaws on the rahkshi. "...Hmmm. Nothing's coming to me either."
A shield caught them the second it appeared, then the rahkshi gave a sinister smile. "Too wrapped up in your own fighting style?" He broke free from the Toa's control with a willful jump and speared his staff into the ground, letting lose a splash strike of non-elemental electricity. "This may shock you, but I'm new to fighting toa."
The saws melt into dull disks and weld into the shield, making it an awkward piece of metal. "...Ow..." Fekari creates a lightning rod to intercept further lightning and focuses on making Metarahk let go of his staff/making Metarahk's staff hurtle out of his hands.
A shield caught them the second it appeared, then the rahkshi gave a sinister smile. "Too wrapped up in your own fighting style?" He broke free from the Toa's control with a willful jump and speared his staff into the ground, letting lose a splash strike of non-elemental electricity. "This may shock you, but I'm new to fighting toa."
The saws melt into dull disks and weld into the shield, making it an awkward piece of metal. "...Ow..." Fekari creates a lightning rod to intercept further lightning and focuses on making Metarahk let go of his staff/making Metarahk's staff hurtle out of his hands.
The shield was tossed aside, not being attached to Metarahk at all. "...? Nope. Get your own staff." His staff -being his prized weapon- was under his constant focus, and remained in his hands. Just then, the toa's blade warped free and became a rahkshi staff clashing with Metarahk's own. "Why can't our staff meetings be non-aggressive?"
The saws melt into dull disks and weld into the shield, making it an awkward piece of metal. "...Ow..." Fekari creates a lightning rod to intercept further lightning and focuses on making Metarahk let go of his staff/making Metarahk's staff hurtle out of his hands.
The shield was tossed aside, not being attached to Metarahk at all. "...? Nope. Get your own staff." His staff -being his prized weapon- was under his constant focus, and remained in his hands. Just then, the toa's blade warped free and became a rahkshi staff clashing with Metarahk's own. "Why can't our staff meetings be non-aggressive?"
"...Heh." Fekari pushes forth with his new staff, simultaneously willing the rahkshi back and downward with his powers.
The shield was tossed aside, not being attached to Metarahk at all. "...? Nope. Get your own staff." His staff -being his prized weapon- was under his constant focus, and remained in his hands. Just then, the toa's blade warped free and became a rahkshi staff clashing with Metarahk's own. "Why can't our staff meetings be non-aggressive?"
"...Heh." Fekari pushes forth with his new staff, simultaneously willing the rahkshi back and downward with his powers.
The staff became magnetic at the touch of Metarahk's own, making shifts in grip almost impossible. "Your staff is a stick now... 'cause its sticky." He burst free from the Toa's elemental grasp and twirled his weapon in the air. "You should spend time on some smart. Smart makes weapons into tools."
In the upper atmosphere, a strangely marked, 20 foot tall dead black Obelisk appears via teleportation and floats in the air.
System calibration begins...
Illusion is used to make it appear the Obelisk never appeared, and conventional sensors fail to detect anything.
The AA system, usually intended to track interceptors, has the computer of a vahki and is thus illusion proof. If it manages to detect the Obelisk, the Obelisk will be ignored until such time as it begins moving at extremely high speeds.
High above the area, and in the upper atmosphere, four "Defender" Obelisks teleport into position about the originally placed unit. Virtually undetectable due to shadow shielding and illusion, these floating pillars begin to drift about the area, preparing their systems for operation.
Gravity shifts as the city atop the mine floats upward. Sand pours off the rock and daring matoran whoop while hanging precariously off the edge of the city-ship.
Amra is on the ground with the once lively mines, away from the flying city parked here. Though perhaps the mines are still active, just so deep beneath the earth that life is beyond his detection. However, this was not what held the Toa's attention, but rather the massive stretch of lightning in the distance. From here, he could see it coming down upon the ice-domed city of Atero Nui, swiftly incinerating it to nothing. As the energy and city vanishes from view, Amra sighed. Not a sigh of relief or disappointment, but one of acknowledgement. The city was a lost cause, there was little that could have been done for it. But what were Toa, what was he, if not the champions of lost causes?
"Perhaps," the voice said returning after having been silent for so long. "the Toa themselves are a lost cause? Why continue your ways when you are gifted death at every turn?"
"Do you know who destroyed that city?" Amra asked the voice, but it did not respond. "Well, it was done by a being called Tredixs. Others always called him a Toa, I didn't understand why. He was a killer, a mass murderer, broke all codes that hold us back. Yet our brothers and sisters never kicked him out or disowned him--maybe a bit disappointed, but nothing more. When he came to protect the city I would call home, he would leave it in rubble and frozen ash. I saw him as a monster, little did I know such destruction came only after all the Matoran were safe.
One time I came to him, pleading for protection as Makuta Charix built a tower not far from the city. He refused and told us to leave them alone, that he would never cause trouble. He was right, they never did even when the other armies came. When I thought he abandoned us like the other Toa, I later learned that he was protecting us from other threats. Removing himself as to not attract extreme measures from our enemies. Things I did not realize or understand until I had to dip my foot into one of his foot prints left in the sand. A weight so unbearable that I would not dare go any further.
I hated the Toa for seemingly abandoning us, but I have since understood why and am guilty of it myself. Leaving my post to other guardians who I thought could do the job. But if our path, the one of a Toa, was so easy then the blasted Maktua would have been able to follow it. So no, I am not gifted death, my Destiny is not to be a killer. I am a savoir and keeper of life, the most difficult path to walk in every existence. So shut up about this killing nonsense; I'm stronger than that, stronger than my past self, and stronger than you."
The voice remained silenced for quite some time before quietly whispering. "Then what Destiny could it be?"
Amra is on the ground with the once lively mines, away from the flying city parked here. Though perhaps the mines are still active, just so deep beneath the earth that life is beyond his detection. However, this was not what held the Toa's attention, but rather the massive stretch of lightning in the distance. From here, he could see it coming down upon the ice-domed city of Atero Nui, swiftly incinerating it to nothing. As the energy and city vanishes from view, Amra sighed. Not a sigh of relief or disappointment, but one of acknowledgement. The city was a lost cause, there was little that could have been done for it. But what were Toa, what was he, if not the champions of lost causes?
"Perhaps," the voice said returning after having been silent for so long. "the Toa themselves are a lost cause? Why continue your ways when you are gifted death at every turn?"
"Do you know who destroyed that city?" Amra asked the voice, but it did not respond. "Well, it was done by a being called Tredixs. Others always called him a Toa, I didn't understand why. He was a killer, a mass murderer, broke all codes that hold us back. Yet our brothers and sisters never kicked him out or disowned him--maybe a bit disappointed, but nothing more. When he came to protect the city I would call home, he would leave it in rubble and frozen ash. I saw him as a monster, little did I know such destruction came only after all the Matoran were safe.
One time I came to him, pleading for protection as Makuta Charix built a tower not far from the city. He refused and told us to leave them alone, that he would never cause trouble. He was right, they never did even when the other armies came. When I thought he abandoned us like the other Toa, I later learned that he was protecting us from other threats. Removing himself as to not attract extreme measures from our enemies. Things I did not realize or understand until I had to dip my foot into one of his foot prints left in the sand. A weight so unbearable that I would not dare go any further.
I hated the Toa for seemingly abandoning us, but I have since understood why and am guilty of it myself. Leaving my post to other guardians who I thought could do the job. But if our path, the one of a Toa, was so easy then the blasted Maktua would have been able to follow it. So no, I am not gifted death, my Destiny is not to be a killer. I am a savoir and keeper of life, the most difficult path to walk in every existence. So shut up about this killing nonsense; I'm stronger than that, stronger than my past self, and stronger than you."
The voice remained silenced for quite some time before quietly whispering. "Then what Destiny could it be?"
The beings in the area find themselves temporarily blinded by a flash of light, as a toa sized figure catapults across the landscape, running and half flying pell mell in their direction giving a long scream of shock, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"