Another author's note: to prevent posts from being in the wrong order, I am only going to post one at a time. While I do not believe the fight to be terribly violent, I do want to make sure each post gets through moderation in the order they were posted. After all, different people can interpret a story differently. That said, I hope I didn't jinx myself, cus I worked really hard on this
It's a trust fall whenever you post more than one at a time. I haven't got burned on it since the very beginning of my story, but it does happen.
These latest parts are truly epic.
On the bright side, this website is run by human beings who actually use their judgement to make decisions, not by robotic adults who have to fabricate false explanations to explain their delusions about why BIONICLE was never violent
Fun fact, I was once told "BIONICLEs don't die, they go to the Great Beings!" when I raised the matter of perma-smashing apparently not being allowed in the BIONICLE reboot RP.
In hindsight, I probably should've kept my mouth shut and just rolled my eyes at them though I am highly amused I managed to get that response out of them.
The Great Being fell for a whole 5 seconds, and only managed to halt himself and his spear moments before it admittedly would have skewered him. Once that immediate danger had passed though, Emarcee got back to his senses and vigilantly set about gazing around. Waffles was nowhere to be seen, or Kratark for that matter... that was of course, until a noticeable shadow had fallen on top of the Great Being. When he gazed above, he saw a pair of flapping ebon wings in the air several meters above him... in addition to Kratark, who's fist was now obscured by a storm of dark violet shadows. A soft but intense glow fueled by anger and wrath.
Kratark had been reduced to nothing more than base instinct and rage. It just so happens those instincts are very good. In this state of wishing nothing more than to punish the one who dared threatened his pet -- nay, his son, he could scarcely summon any cognitive thought. However, before dealing his ultimate blow, Kratark did attempt to construct a statement. "YOOOOUUUU!!!!" He screamed, "YOUU! DIE! NOW!* WRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
It was a primal scream, a yell of the thrill and the wrath of true battle. Truthfully, this was the kind of fight Kratark had been unknowingly striving for this entire time. Not that he knew it. For the moment though, he was overcome with emotion, a stimulating feeling to be sure.
Waffles performed a flip and Kratark was thrown down upon Emarcee as a blazing purple comet, his first pointed directly forward. The display was so brilliant that the Great Being nearly forgot to dodge.
Nearly.
As Kratark hurtled off toward Emarcee, the Great Being flew over a small distance to the right. As the Makuta passed by his target, Emarcee flipped around, swinging his spear out as Kratark came into range, striking the Makuta with a telling blow. The Great Being then callously turned his gaze heavensward, and summoned a bolt of lightning to strike Waffles, giving the beast a shock and sending it too plummeting to the ground in defeat.
The Great Being fell for a whole 5 seconds, and only managed to halt himself and his spear moments before it admittedly would have skewered him. Once that immediate danger had passed though, Emarcee got back to his senses and vigilantly set about gazing around. Waffles was nowhere to be seen, or Kratark for that matter... that was of course, until a noticeable shadow had fallen on top of the Great Being. When he gazed above, he saw a pair of flapping ebon wings in the air several meters above him... in addition to Kratark, who's fist was now obscured by a storm of dark violet shadows. A soft but intense glow fueled by anger and wrath.
Kratark had been reduced to nothing more than base instinct and rage. It just so happens those instincts are very good. In this state of wishing nothing more than to punish the one who dared threatened his pet -- nay, his son, he could scarcely summon any cognitive thought. However, before dealing his ultimate blow, Kratark did attempt to construct a statement. "YOOOOUUUU!!!!" He screamed, "YOUU! DIE! NOW! WRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
It was a primal scream, a yell of the thrill and the wrath of true battle. Truthfully, this was the kind of fight Kratark had been unknowingly striving for this entire time. Not that he knew it. For the moment though, he was overcome with emotion, a stimulating feeling to be sure.
Waffles performed a flip and Kratark was thrown down upon Emarcee as a blazing purple comet, his first pointed directly forward. The display was so brilliant that the Great Being nearly forgot to dodge.
Nearly.
As Kratark hurtled off toward Emarcee, the Great Being flew over a small distance to the right. As the Makuta passed by his target, Emarcee flipped around, swinging his spear out as Kratark came into range, striking the Makuta with a telling blow. The Great Being then callously turned his gaze heavensward, and summoned a bolt of lightning to strike Waffles, giving the beast a shock and sending it too plummeting to the ground in defeat.
Good grief I need to do a better job of removing my asterisks X_X
The hulking hunk of metal that was Kratark came crashing down onto the Xian streets. The blow from Emarcee's spear thankfully did not slash his armor open, but another hit like that would definitely tear the Makuta asunder. As he fell, he managed to look up to see Waffles had been struck as well. However, it too seemed to be relatively unharmed, and the beast was able to grab a hold on its master's leg to slow his fall. Nonetheless, the two struck the ground with a fearsome amount of force, sending a respectable degree of rubble and dust into the air. Emarcee himself descended slowy upon the scene, a perfect storm of lightning surrounding him as he prepared for round two of this deadly battle. Before he could touch the ground though, a titanic punch suddenly struck him across the head. A massive fist, larger than even Kratark's, and with possibly more strength behind it, had inexplicably dared to strike the Great Being, sending him tumbling through the wall of the nearest building's first floor, he then skid a few feet across said floor, wondering what in the world had hit him.
The juggernaut that struck Emarcee stomped onward to finish off his prey. A Great Being could not be suffered to take more Makuta this day, the newcomer reasoned. The glass lens on Emarcee's helmet was visibly cracked from the strike, and indeed, the Great Being was left unconcious from the direct blow to the head, which was to say nothing of his spear, which had been dropped even earlier than this. He was now completely vulnerable to the next attack.
The juggernaut that struck Emarcee was Karunax, and his massive frame continued its course with unflinching resolve and contempt. One more well-placed punch would do it, and Karunax knew this all too well. Suddenly however, a large claw had grabbed a hold of Karunax's face, and managed to push him backward onto the ground. A bladed punch then followed straight into his midsection -- but it merely left a dent. Granted -- leaving a dent in Karunax's armor is no small feat, but when your foe yet lives to punch you with so-called "infinite" strength, there is something to be left desired. Suddenly Kratark found his own midscection punched... with both of Karunax's fists. Almost immediately Kratark's sides began to go concave under the massive pressure and force. But then another loud clap of thunder resounded across the room. Kratark had managed to turn intangible, and thus, Karunax's fists were now firmly planted into each other, his hands now visibly bent from the forces involved. Kratark and Waffles retreated some distance to plan their next move, the beast taking a defensive stance, and the Makuta an aggressive one. The juggernaut slowly but surely rose to his feet. He could teleport, but there is a certain je ne sais quoi in such a hulking titan slowly rising to his feet, especially when he is visibly unharmed.
"EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Karunax demanded when he had finally managed to turn to face Kratark properly.
"One does not kill a god lightly Karunax. Not even I could ever be evil enough to do that. I don't even think I very much like the idea of your 'Brotherhood' in the first place. And until I know just what to think of it, I won't hesitate to punch you into the dirt."
"Is that so?" Retorted the hulk. A creeping, malicious grin, dripping with vitriol erupted onto Karunax's mask of emulation. In an instant, Kratark felt a stabbing sensation of dread, of a power beyond his own. This did not matter though, it merely meant that whatever actions that were to be taken in the moments that followed would need to be that much more decisive.
Kratark and Waffles split off. The beast flew right out the building, and Kratark charged forward. An elastic punch was thrown out, only to meet Kratark's own fist. It was intended for Waffles, but Kratark had managed to read the situation well enough to keep his precious companion from harm. His arm managed to hold up against the blow, a testament to Kratark's own considerable strength. Following this short exchange Kratark dashed off and managed to get Karunax to follow him. At the same time, Waffles then flew up and circled around the building, entering from the opposite side. Slowly but surely, Emarcee was finally starting to come back to his senses, and the first thing he would see was Waffles. This time though, in a decidedly more relaxed, purposeful stance. It sat before the Great Being, staring down on him with a distinct, violet gaze.
"Where is your spear?" A voice spoke. "If you are willing to overlook the earlier debacle, I can have Waffles take you to Karunax. He is not going to back down."
"Kratark?" Emarcee asked. The Great Being was admittedly just a tad bit perplexed at his creation's sudden change of heart.
"Yes." replied the Makuta from behind the gaze of his pet, "You of all people should know by now just what I can have my pet do. But that is irrelevant -- I have Karunax barreling down on me, throwing punches at me that I have to block. If you want a mastermind to mercilessly tear apart, he's the one that started this. I suggest you find your spear so I don't have to put too much effort into controlling Waffles. This goes without saying but having my antidermis split like this makes it hard to focus on any one task."
"Point taken." Replied the Great Being, who casually scanned his surroundings and managed to retrieve his spear with effortlessness. "Slight problem though: I don't know where that lummox went."
"Right then-" at that, Kratark had the beast sweep Emarcee up off his feet, and onto Waffles' back, like a knight riding a steed. "This is precisely what the Rahi was for." he remarked. The two then sped off, weaving through the shattered and war-torn streets searching for Karunax: there would be a reckoning.
It's a trust fall whenever you post more than one at a time. I haven't got burned on it since the very beginning of my story, but it does happen.
These latest parts are truly epic.
On the bright side, this website is run by human beings who actually use their judgement to make decisions, not by robotic adults who have to fabricate false explanations to explain their delusions about why BIONICLE was never violent
Fun fact, I was once told "BIONICLEs don't die, they go to the Great Beings!" when I raised the matter of perma-smashing apparently not being allowed in the BIONICLE reboot RP.
In hindsight, I probably should've kept my mouth shut and just rolled my eyes at them though I am highly amused I managed to get that response out of them.
The Great Being fell for a whole 5 seconds, and only managed to halt himself and his spear moments before it admittedly would have skewered him. Once that immediate danger had passed though, Emarcee got back to his senses and vigilantly set about gazing around. Waffles was nowhere to be seen, or Kratark for that matter... that was of course, until a noticeable shadow had fallen on top of the Great Being. When he gazed above, he saw a pair of flapping ebon wings in the air several meters above him... in addition to Kratark, who's fist was now obscured by a storm of dark violet shadows. A soft but intense glow fueled by anger and wrath.
Kratark had been reduced to nothing more than base instinct and rage. It just so happens those instincts are very good. In this state of wishing nothing more than to punish the one who dared threatened his pet -- nay, his son, he could scarcely summon any cognitive thought. However, before dealing his ultimate blow, Kratark did attempt to construct a statement. "YOOOOUUUU!!!!" He screamed, "YOUU! DIE! NOW!* WRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
It was a primal scream, a yell of the thrill and the wrath of true battle. Truthfully, this was the kind of fight Kratark had been unknowingly striving for this entire time. Not that he knew it. For the moment though, he was overcome with emotion, a stimulating feeling to be sure.
Waffles performed a flip and Kratark was thrown down upon Emarcee as a blazing purple comet, his first pointed directly forward. The display was so brilliant that the Great Being nearly forgot to dodge.
Nearly.
As Kratark hurtled off toward Emarcee, the Great Being flew over a small distance to the right. As the Makuta passed by his target, Emarcee flipped around, swinging his spear out as Kratark came into range, striking the Makuta with a telling blow. The Great Being then callously turned his gaze heavensward, and summoned a bolt of lightning to strike Waffles, giving the beast a shock and sending it too plummeting to the ground in defeat.
The hulking hunk of metal that was Kratark came crashing down onto the Xian streets. The blow from Emarcee's spear thankfully did not slash his armor open, but another hit like that would definitely tear the Makuta asunder. As he fell, he managed to look up to see Waffles had been struck as well. However, it too seemed to be relatively unharmed, and the beast was able to grab a hold on its master's leg to slow his fall. Nonetheless, the two struck the ground with a fearsome amount of force, sending a respectable degree of rubble and dust into the air. Emarcee himself descended slowy upon the scene, a perfect storm of lightning surrounding him as he prepared for round two of this deadly battle. Before he could touch the ground though, a titanic punch suddenly struck him across the head. A massive fist, larger than even Kratark's, and with possibly more strength behind it, had inexplicably dared to strike the Great Being, sending him tumbling through the wall of the nearest building's first floor, he then skid a few feet across said floor, wondering what in the world had hit him.
The juggernaut that struck Emarcee stomped onward to finish off his prey. A Great Being could not be suffered to take more Makuta this day, the newcomer reasoned. The glass lens on Emarcee's helmet was visibly cracked from the strike, and indeed, the Great Being was left unconcious from the direct blow to the head, which was to say nothing of his spear, which had been dropped even earlier than this. He was now completely vulnerable to the next attack.
Thank goodness Waffles is okay. I'm mainly cheering for him.
The hulking hunk of metal that was Kratark came crashing down onto the Xian streets. The blow from Emarcee's spear thankfully did not slash his armor open, but another hit like that would definitely tear the Makuta asunder. As he fell, he managed to look up to see Waffles had been struck as well. However, it too seemed to be relatively unharmed, and the beast was able to grab a hold on its master's leg to slow his fall. Nonetheless, the two struck the ground with a fearsome amount of force, sending a respectable degree of rubble and dust into the air. Emarcee himself descended slowy upon the scene, a perfect storm of lightning surrounding him as he prepared for round two of this deadly battle. Before he could touch the ground though, a titanic punch suddenly struck him across the head. A massive fist, larger than even Kratark's, and with possibly more strength behind it, had inexplicably dared to strike the Great Being, sending him tumbling through the wall of the nearest building's first floor, he then skid a few feet across said floor, wondering what in the world had hit him.
The juggernaut that struck Emarcee stomped onward to finish off his prey. A Great Being could not be suffered to take more Makuta this day, the newcomer reasoned. The glass lens on Emarcee's helmet was visibly cracked from the strike, and indeed, the Great Being was left unconcious from the direct blow to the head, which was to say nothing of his spear, which had been dropped even earlier than this. He was now completely vulnerable to the next attack.
Thank goodness Waffles is okay. I'm mainly cheering for him.
Bladed punches, disintegration grapples, point black shadow blasts: none of them worked on Karunax. The strength of his armor was unreal. Truly the product of somebody's overcompensating for something. Somehow or another though, Kratark himself ended up in a crater. Likely the product of a devastating punch, or simply being grabbed and thrown into the ground really hard. The blow was such that he couldn't tell how much of the ground had been broken by his own weight and what had been broken by Karunax's own force of strength.
Meanwhile, as Emarcee was riding Waffles to engage Karunax, the beast's eyes suddenly lost the distinct glow they had when Kratark was controlling it. Clearly: something had happened to make the Makuta have to relinquish control of his pet. The poor thing then coughed without warning as it flew, spewing a distinct green gas into the air behind it as it sped off.
Kratark himself, lest any worry, still had his armor intact. That said, a large chunk of his chestplate had been knocked off. Nonetheless, the Makuta, unbroken, spoke words of defiance to Karunax, saying, "You can't win Karun. Isn't that what some of the others call you behind your back? A certain Toa who couldn't even handle *one* Makuta lackey! Even with a whole team to back him up! Absolutely pathe-!"
Another blow struck Kratark straight in the chest, turning it concave as he attempted to taunt the juggernaut.
"You don't get to talk, vermin"
As the great hulk reared his fist up for another blow, a blue flash suddenly struck across Karunax, carving a distinct line through the base of his back. His armor was nowhere near penetrated, but a thin line had been drawn across it nonetheless, one that wasn't a mere scratch. "Oh. You again." He remarked as he turned his attention back to the Great Being. Though the juggernaut did take care to create a stasis field in order to bind Kratark in his 'proper place', that being the crater he was thrown into.
"Yeah. What about me, Karun?" Emarcee asked, a rhetorical question.
-last edited on Aug 31, 2018 2:29:21 GMT by Emarcee
Post by Emarcee on Aug 31, 2018 2:28:04 GMT
Karunax's mask of emulation once more bore that evil smirk, indicating Karunax was about to seriously wreck somebody. "I always wondered just how easy it would be to kill one of your kind." He remarked, practically foaming at the mouth with bloodlust, save the actual foaming.
"Hmph. Take a number and get in line behind all the people that died after saying something like that. Now serving... you!" At this, Emarcee initiated a flurry of blows from his spear, crying his signature "BAKA BAKA BAKA!" as he danced around Karunax. The juggernaut flailed his arms destructively in wide arcs, sending shockwaves through the air as he did so, but failed to strike the Great Being each time. Slowly but surely, small dents and notches were appearing on Karunax's armor. The thunderous blade of Emarcee's spear singing contentedly as its wielder masterfully spun around the juggernaut's devastating blows. The perfect storm of steel and thunder. This was what happened when Emarcee was not caught off guard: complete and utter dominance.
Over time, as the Great Being's barrage of unending spear-strikes took its course uninterrupted by Karunax's wild arm swings, a small point of vulnerability came into being on Karunax's armor. Emarcee had planned for this all along, all the other blows were merely a potshots, a diversion to distract from the fact that the Great Being all along planned to prepare for one single puncturing thrust. Every now and then he took the time to peck away at a stingle point on Karunax's chest, creating a small but no-less weak indentation there. It was only about an inch deep -- but that was all Emarcee needed. If he could thrust into that single point at full speed, Emarcee would be able to pierce Karunax's armor, flooding the interior with lightning as he did so, thus incinerating the juggernaut's accursed antidermis! The time was now, a flash of lightning arced off of Karunax, and then toward him. The Great Being's spear was pointed forward, justice at last would come. Justice in the form of greased lightning.
The glass visor on Emarcee's cracked so much he couldn't see through it anymore. When he burst off he had somehow managed to slam his face directly into Karunax's fist, causing him to fall flat on his back and slide past the juggernaut. A second elastic punch was sent out, intended to be a lethal one. It barreled off toward the knocked out Great Being, but the punch was challenged, namely, by a large, black, flying Rahi, which stomped down on the juggernaut's outstretched arm with all its weight, causing the arm to hit the ground instead. Ravenously, the Rahi then instinctively leapt for what would have been Karunax's throat, maw aflame with shadows.
A crunch, a whimper followed.
A black mass flew over Kratark's line of sight, and landed on the opposite side of the street with a dull thud. He could not hear any further movements beyond this. Without warning, the stasis field on Kratark was lifted, and Karunax stepped over, peering down at Kratark with what seemed to be a mix between a dissappointed scowl and a malicious grin on his face.
"Your creator is beaten." Karunax said, "I could kill him -- but I tire of this chore. Tell him he can expect a quick end should he bother me again. Oh, and see to that rabid mutt you call a 'Rahi'. The next time you create something like that, make sure it knows not to lay a talon on me. Or it too shall meet the same fate." No sooner had Karunax declared this than he up and vanished from the area so that he could stomp around somewhere else on Xia. Leaving Kratark alone in the crater.
really ticked off.
Kratark did not move from his position, even though he was now able to do so. As he lay there, a haze of smoke began to rise from his hole in the ground. A heavy pall was cast over the street within seconds, Something unfathomably wrong just happened, and nothing could ever be done to reverse the loss that had just been suffered. And yet still in shock, Kratark could do scarce but lie in that miserable crater, festering within his own shadows as he internalized what he just saw happen before him.
The hulking hunk of metal that was Kratark came crashing down onto the Xian streets. The blow from Emarcee's spear thankfully did not slash his armor open, but another hit like that would definitely tear the Makuta asunder. As he fell, he managed to look up to see Waffles had been struck as well. However, it too seemed to be relatively unharmed, and the beast was able to grab a hold on its master's leg to slow his fall. Nonetheless, the two struck the ground with a fearsome amount of force, sending a respectable degree of rubble and dust into the air. Emarcee himself descended slowy upon the scene, a perfect storm of lightning surrounding him as he prepared for round two of this deadly battle. Before he could touch the ground though, a titanic punch suddenly struck him across the head. A massive fist, larger than even Kratark's, and with possibly more strength behind it, had inexplicably dared to strike the Great Being, sending him tumbling through the wall of the nearest building's first floor, he then skid a few feet across said floor, wondering what in the world had hit him.
The juggernaut that struck Emarcee stomped onward to finish off his prey. A Great Being could not be suffered to take more Makuta this day, the newcomer reasoned. The glass lens on Emarcee's helmet was visibly cracked from the strike, and indeed, the Great Being was left unconcious from the direct blow to the head, which was to say nothing of his spear, which had been dropped even earlier than this. He was now completely vulnerable to the next attack.
Thank goodness Waffles is okay. I'm mainly cheering for him.
I'm mainly cheering for him. 