Kratark appears at the gateway to Vindurax's fortress, arms crossed. A quite peeved expression stuck on his face.
Lightning flashes, and a hooded figure carrying a staff appears behind him.
"Why do you come here?"
"Some Skakdi from Zakaz disappeared. All hearsay points to them having gone to the Southern Chains to stake their claim here. I've come to find them."
Kratark reads the mind of the hooded figure. Unlike most Makuta, he doesn't do this subtlely -- he does this quite forcefully. If there is a wall, he rams through it like a speeding truck. If there is resistance, he puts it down violently. His mental probing reaching deep inside the mind like tentacles searching for prey in a trench.
Lightning flashes, and a hooded figure carrying a staff appears behind him.
"Why do you come here?"
"Some Skakdi from Zakaz disappeared. All hearsay points to them having gone to the Southern Chains to stake their claim here. I've come to find them."
Kratark reads the mind of the hooded figure. Unlike most Makuta, he doesn't do this subtlely -- he does this quite forcefully. If there is a wall, he rams through it like a speeding truck. If there is resistance, he puts it down violently. His mental probing reaching deep inside the mind like tentacles searching for prey in a trench.
"A roving band of Skakdi attacked a Matoran village. They were suitably punished."
No matter how many mental barriers Kratark breaks down, another always appears, each stronger than the last.
"Your futile tricks will avail you, Makuta of Zakaz."
"Some Skakdi from Zakaz disappeared. All hearsay points to them having gone to the Southern Chains to stake their claim here. I've come to find them."
Kratark reads the mind of the hooded figure. Unlike most Makuta, he doesn't do this subtlely -- he does this quite forcefully. If there is a wall, he rams through it like a speeding truck. If there is resistance, he puts it down violently. His mental probing reaching deep inside the mind like tentacles searching for prey in a trench.
"A roving band of Skakdi attacked a Matoran village. They were suitably punished."
No matter how many mental barriers Kratark breaks down, another always appears, each stronger than the last.
"Your futile tricks will avail you, Makuta of Zakaz."
Kratark scowls.
"You have something to hide."
Upon saying this, Kratark's fist suddenly swung out at a ridiculous speed, most likely striking the hooded figure straight across the chest.
"It would be a shame if the great Vindurax were to be keeping secrets from his old pal as well. Come now, what are you hiding hooded one?"
Acting on instructions they were given prior to Vindurax teleporting outside, the guards start to slowly sweep the fortress, searching every nook and cranny for intruders.
Upon saying this, Kratark's fist suddenly swung out at a ridiculous speed, most likely striking the hooded figure straight across the chest.
"It would be a shame if the great Vindurax were to be keeping secrets from his old pal as well. Come now, what are you hiding hooded one?"
The hooded figure starts to move, but is too slow, and is struck.
"Next time I meet you, I should really come in a faster body. I do like Turaga, but they are far too slow for meetings like these."
Vindurax takes a moment to respond.
"And why, precisely, would I have something to hide, Kratark?"
The punch causes a quite deep dent in Vindurax's armor.
"I think, that you killed those Skakdi. And I also think you did so without telling me."
He pauses to step back about a foot away, left arm outstretched, and crackling with energy at the palm.
"I don't care if it's just because you didn't know of my position, or if you stupidly didn't bother. You are going to learn from this mistake even if I have to completely tear you apart to get the message across."
The hooded figure starts to move, but is too slow, and is struck.
"Next time I meet you, I should really come in a faster body. I do like Turaga, but they are far too slow for meetings like these."
Vindurax takes a moment to respond.
"And why, precisely, would I have something to hide, Kratark?"
The punch causes a quite deep dent in Vindurax's armor.
"I think, that you killed those Skakdi. And I also think you did so without telling me."
He pauses to step back about a foot away, left arm outstretched, and crackling with energy at the palm.
"I don't care if it's just because you didn't know of my position, or if you stupidly didn't bother. You are going to learn from this mistake even if I have to completely tear you apart to get the message across."
The Turaga form Vindurax is currently in does not wear armour, but rather robes.
"They were intruding into my domain and breaking Mata Nui's peace. They were offered a chance to repent, and refused. They were accordingly eliminated for their crimes."
Vindurax shapeshifts into a more powerful form, that of a Toa.
"They entered into my domain, and placed themselves under my jurisdiction, as you have now. You have no power here, Kratark of Zakaz. I would suggest standing down before you make a decision you will regret."
The punch causes a quite deep dent in Vindurax's armor.
"I think, that you killed those Skakdi. And I also think you did so without telling me."
He pauses to step back about a foot away, left arm outstretched, and crackling with energy at the palm.
"I don't care if it's just because you didn't know of my position, or if you stupidly didn't bother. You are going to learn from this mistake even if I have to completely tear you apart to get the message across."
The Turaga form Vindurax is currently in does not wear armour, but rather robes.
"They were intruding into my domain and breaking Mata Nui's peace. They were offered a chance to repent, and refused. They were accordingly eliminated for their crimes."
Vindurax shapeshifts into a more powerful form, that of a Toa.
"They entered into my domain, and placed themselves under my jurisdiction, as you have now. You have no power here, Kratark of Zakaz. I would suggest standing down before you make a decision you will regret."
It was by this point Kratark procured a massive greatsword. The blade was nearly as wide as his torso, and nearly as long as his legs. This was to say, it was a REALLY big sword. Clearly made less for cutting, and more for crushing. Make no mistake though, it was quite sharp in its own right. And with Kratark's strength, could be swung around with the efficiency of a normal longsword.
"My eyes... are filled with curiosity. You think that you actually have power over me? ...This is your last warning, Vindurax. There is no excuse for not contacting me about rogue Skakdi. They were my problem as much as they were yours, and you know it you self-entitled twit!"
Kratark swung the greatsword around just to show he could easily wield it with one hand, and then pointed it straight at Vindurax as a form of saying "en guarde." All the while British insults being mentally flung at him.
The Turaga form Vindurax is currently in does not wear armour, but rather robes.
"They were intruding into my domain and breaking Mata Nui's peace. They were offered a chance to repent, and refused. They were accordingly eliminated for their crimes."
Vindurax shapeshifts into a more powerful form, that of a Toa.
"They entered into my domain, and placed themselves under my jurisdiction, as you have now. You have no power here, Kratark of Zakaz. I would suggest standing down before you make a decision you will regret."
It was by this point Kratark procured a massive greatsword. The blade was nearly as wide as his torso, and nearly as long as his legs. This was to say, it was a REALLY big sword. Clearly made less for cutting, and more for crushing. Make no mistake though, it was quite sharp in its own right. And with Kratark's strength, could be swung around with the efficiency of a normal longsword.
"My eyes... are filled with curiosity. You think that you actually have power over me? ...This is your last warning, Vindurax. There is no excuse for not contacting me about rogue Skakdi. They were my problem as much as they were yours, and you know it you self-entitled twit!"
Kratark swung the greatsword around just to show he could easily wield it with one hand, and then pointed it straight at Vindurax as a form of saying "en guarde." All the while British insults being mentally flung at him.
"A band of rogue Skakdi broke the peace and attacked a village. They were executed."
Vindurax smiles icily. "You have been informed."
Knowing Kratark well enough to suspect the sword is about to swing, he teleports out of reach.
It was by this point Kratark procured a massive greatsword. The blade was nearly as wide as his torso, and nearly as long as his legs. This was to say, it was a REALLY big sword. Clearly made less for cutting, and more for crushing. Make no mistake though, it was quite sharp in its own right. And with Kratark's strength, could be swung around with the efficiency of a normal longsword.
"My eyes... are filled with curiosity. You think that you actually have power over me? ...This is your last warning, Vindurax. There is no excuse for not contacting me about rogue Skakdi. They were my problem as much as they were yours, and you know it you self-entitled twit!"
Kratark swung the greatsword around just to show he could easily wield it with one hand, and then pointed it straight at Vindurax as a form of saying "en guarde." All the while British insults being mentally flung at him.
"A band of rogue Skakdi broke the peace and attacked a village. They were executed."
Vindurax smiles icily. "You have been informed."
Knowing Kratark well enough to suspect the sword is about to swing, he teleports out of reach.
Laughter breaks out inside of Vindurax's mind.
"I feel your fear, Vindurax. Your insecurities. Why not just apologize, and make this all go away? You act as if you are in any position to really fight me, and yet, you are clearly not prepared to take a hit. You wear that façade of dominance quite badly, I must say."
The sword itself remains pointed outwards, tracking Vindurax intently, but not seeming to make a move.
"A band of rogue Skakdi broke the peace and attacked a village. They were executed."
Vindurax smiles icily. "You have been informed."
Knowing Kratark well enough to suspect the sword is about to swing, he teleports out of reach.
Laughter breaks out inside of Vindurax's mind.
"I feel your fear, Vindurax. Your insecurities. Why not just apologize, and make this all go away? You act as if you are in any position to really fight me, and yet, you are clearly not prepared to take a hit. You wear that façade of dominance quite badly, I must say."
The sword itself remains pointed outwards, tracking Vindurax intently, but not seeming to make a move.
The source of the laughter feels like a python is wrapped around its mind.
"I am avoiding taking a hit because I dislike the juvenile game that is physical combat. I do not stoop to the low level that is required to take part in it. You may outmatch me in that childish game, but I assure you, I have my ways of crushing opposition."
Vindurax bows deeply.
"Nonetheless, I apologise for doing my job, O Kratark the Mighty."
"I feel your fear, Vindurax. Your insecurities. Why not just apologize, and make this all go away? You act as if you are in any position to really fight me, and yet, you are clearly not prepared to take a hit. You wear that façade of dominance quite badly, I must say."
The sword itself remains pointed outwards, tracking Vindurax intently, but not seeming to make a move.
The source of the laughter feels like a python is wrapped around its mind.
"I am avoiding taking a hit because I dislike the juvenile game that is physical combat. I do not stoop to the low level that is required to take part in it. You may outmatch me in that childish game, but I assure you, I have my ways of crushing opposition."
Vindurax bows deeply.
"Nonetheless, I apologise for doing my job, O Kratark the Mighty."
Kratark death stares Vindurax
"Do not let it happen again!"
He then vanishes, satisfied with the lesson he had taught.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Feb 15, 2018 12:24:17 GMT
A dark figure emerges from the shadows near Vindurax. "Cocky, isn't he?" The figure sneers. "We'll just have to take him down a peg, won't we, dear?" Makuta Anakritis hisses out, her eyes gleaming. Her purple form glistens in the fading light, her claws thrumming with energy. The colossal Makuta barely seems to fit in the room, impossibly tall, impossibly large. Shamrock