There was something about the drake's form too that struck Kratark as all-too familiar... and then it hit him. The small, Kanohi-like head. The long, strong body and tail. Its four agile legs. But most importantly: its wings. Large and menacing, weapons unto themselves. Kratark could immediately visualize the way this beast could have killed those three Toa -- it was all but based on his own Waffles! Kratark could have sworn the bone structure to be identical to Waffles'! The similarities were completely uncanny. Kratark's proverbial blood boiled. This insufferable copy of Waffles could not be suffered to mock the noble beast's memory! "Scuuuuumbaaaaaaaaag!!!!!" he yelled, emerging from the darkness and charging forward on all sixes with reckless abandon. "Bingo" the drake on the opposite side seemed to remark, rocketing forth on the plasma exhaust from its trident-like wings, bursting well beyond the speed of sound. Kratark seeing this immediately took off into the sky, only to fire shadow bolts on the red comet. Each one missed, and he found himself tackled into the ground only a second after having made that initial attack. Using intangibilty, he rolled out of the way to try and outmaneuver his opponent, but the opposing Rahi was too fast. He then resolved to teleport into the sky, a tactic which allowed him to remain solid for roughly three seconds before having bolts of plasma launched at him. These were reflected with a simple magnetic field on Kratark's part though, and a violet lightning strike followed, smiting the copy-cat Rahi directly on the head... to nearly no effect. There is only one kind of being in all the universe that cannot be affected by lightning: Makuta.
"Proverbial blood"
Never let it be said I don't keep a constant awareness of the anatomy and physiology of the characters I'm writing about
How foolish he had been all this time! Shadow, the one thing Kratark is most familiar with, was the missing ingredient. It was woven directly into Waffles' form after all! At last he understood what he needed to do. the Makuta set about creating viruses with furious inspiration. Kratark began to weave them with his own energies, causing a black fog to develop inside of him, a fog that fused temporarily to his antidermis. As he continued to surge with this power, it continued to become clear to him: he felt this sensation once before, the time a Steltian had brazenly tried to clobber Waffles. It's been years, but everything was familiar again. he didn't pay any heed to it at the time, but this was in fact a hidden, untapped potential that had existed ever since Waffles' creation. A hidden away 'super' form if you will. Kratark's body began to mutate without the use of shapeshifting. Demonic horns erupted from his kraahkan, pointing directly forward from his brow. Several spikes of purple erupted as well, running along the rest of the length of Kratark's brow and ending at the neck. Spines came into being along the length of his back, and his cape-like wings significantly increased in size. This was not akin to the incident on Xia, but this was nonetheless an improvement on his base strength. The form was not merely cosmetic. He had more power available to him, and his speed and strength were, as was previously mentioned would be the case, improved significantly.
Kratark's shoulder was run-through. The silver drake's wing was contorted such that it formed a long, relatively slended blade which extended several meters out. The drake's second wing rised into the air as a massive, flaming claw, and slammed itself down upon Kratark's back, flattening his frame against the ground. Thankfully, protosteel is a rare metal which does not melt unless exposed to Toa-strength plasma, but still, the attack was no less fearsome. Reeling from the blow, and having had enough of such antics, Kratark resolved to not bother with attempting to outmanuever his opponent anymore. It was a master of moving around and attacking from different angles, and it could suddenly change direction on a dime. With a mere adjustment to the direction its wings were facing, it had complete control of its speed and movements at all times. Kratark needed to make an attack that could not be dodged. The only question was how.
Kratark stood his ground, and an eruption of pitch black came into being all around him, blowing away the enemy drake's wing. Now, amidst the darkness? Orbs of violet. Shadow bolts were flung in all directions, and all the while Kratark's true position was concealed by darkness and smoke. Amidst the blasts of shadow there were also blasts of fragmentation, the drake, though fast, could not dodge all of these attacks due to its size. Volley after after volley of projectiles began to chaotically fly from the haze of shadows, and some inevitably hit their mark, scarring the enemy's armor.
"Give up!" Kratark demanded, "It's over! No matter which angle you attack from now, I have the advantadge of my position being unknown! I can easily grapple you, and disintegrate you if you come near! Surrender to the Queue of Em!"
that was the first time Kratark invoked the name of the Queue of Em, and it felt decidedly good.
The drake, however, had one last trick up its sleeve.
Kratark's shoulder was run-through. The silver drake's wing was contorted such that it formed a long, relatively slended blade which extended several meters out. The drake's second wing rised into the air as a massive, flaming claw, and slammed itself down upon Kratark's back, flattening his frame against the ground. Thankfully, protosteel is a rare metal which does not melt unless exposed to Toa-strength plasma, but still, the attack was no less fearsome. Reeling from the blow, and having had enough of such antics, Kratark resolved to not bother with attempting to outmanuever his opponent anymore. It was a master of moving around and attacking from different angles, and it could suddenly change direction on a dime. With a mere adjustment to the direction its wings were facing, it had complete control of its speed and movements at all times. Kratark needed to make an attack that could not be dodged. The only question was how.
Kratark stood his ground, and an eruption of pitch black came into being all around him, blowing away the enemy drake's wing. Now, amidst the darkness? Orbs of violet. Shadow bolts were flung in all directions, and all the while Kratark's true position was concealed by darkness and smoke. Amidst the blasts of shadow there were also blasts of fragmentation, the drake, though fast, could not dodge all of these attacks due to its size. Volley after after volley of projectiles began to chaotically fly from the haze of shadows, and some inevitably hit their mark, scarring the enemy's armor.
"Give up!" Kratark demanded, "It's over! No matter which angle you attack from now, I have the advantadge of my position being unknown! I can easily grapple you, and disintegrate you if you come near! Surrender to the Queue of Em!"
that was the first time Kratark invoked the name of the Queue of Em, and it felt decidedly good.
The drake, however, had one last trick up its sleeve.
Do drakes have sleeves?
Your parts remain equally mystifying and amazing to my uneducated mind.
Kratark's shoulder was run-through. The silver drake's wing was contorted such that it formed a long, relatively slended blade which extended several meters out. The drake's second wing rised into the air as a massive, flaming claw, and slammed itself down upon Kratark's back, flattening his frame against the ground. Thankfully, protosteel is a rare metal which does not melt unless exposed to Toa-strength plasma, but still, the attack was no less fearsome. Reeling from the blow, and having had enough of such antics, Kratark resolved to not bother with attempting to outmanuever his opponent anymore. It was a master of moving around and attacking from different angles, and it could suddenly change direction on a dime. With a mere adjustment to the direction its wings were facing, it had complete control of its speed and movements at all times. Kratark needed to make an attack that could not be dodged. The only question was how.
Kratark stood his ground, and an eruption of pitch black came into being all around him, blowing away the enemy drake's wing. Now, amidst the darkness? Orbs of violet. Shadow bolts were flung in all directions, and all the while Kratark's true position was concealed by darkness and smoke. Amidst the blasts of shadow there were also blasts of fragmentation, the drake, though fast, could not dodge all of these attacks due to its size. Volley after after volley of projectiles began to chaotically fly from the haze of shadows, and some inevitably hit their mark, scarring the enemy's armor.
"Give up!" Kratark demanded, "It's over! No matter which angle you attack from now, I have the advantadge of my position being unknown! I can easily grapple you, and disintegrate you if you come near! Surrender to the Queue of Em!"
that was the first time Kratark invoked the name of the Queue of Em, and it felt decidedly good.
The drake, however, had one last trick up its sleeve.
Do drakes have sleeves?
Your parts remain equally mystifying and amazing to my uneducated mind.
...
Okay, not gonna lie, you actually made me check to see if I mentioned a sleeve anywhere on "the drake's" anatomy
The silver dragon's form twisted and contorted, compacting to form the resemblence of a biped, until a Toa-like appearance had been achieved. Finally, the Makuta revealed its true form... it was Valfakt, the alleged 'Toa of Stars'. Still sporting his trident-like rocket wings, Valfakt zoomed around Kratark's attacks with ease, avoiding for the most part any further damage to his body. The storm of fragmentation intensified, but Valfakt was poised to return fire. Valfakt drew two pistols out, and began to shoot barrages of plasma into the dark. Weaving in and out of Kratark's storm of projectiles. The bolts of plasma lit up the darkness, revealing the sillouhette of Kratark's massive form.
"There's no hidin' Kratark!" Proclaimed Valfakt, "I'm bringin' down the long arm o' the law on you!"
"Fancy yourself a gunslinger do you?" Asked Kratark. The shadows began to recede, and not only that, they were solidifying. They began to absorb the pellets of plasma being fired on Kratark, and the mass continued to shrink until it formed an oval like blob around what could be assumed to be Kratark's body.
"I guess fighting you as a Rahi isn't practical anymore, is it?" He said, even as his form began to shrink
A hailstorm of shrapnel and explosions continued to rain down upon Valfakt, but the gunslinger continued to fire his pistols into Kratark's barrier. The pattern of explosions soon forced Valfakt to fly lower to the ground, and change his strafing direction.
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Warning: I rant seriously about current events in China for a solid two posts after the article. Don't read that if you just want to read a tongue-in-cheek spoof.
Well, maybe the first bit of the second post, 'cus there is a little joke in there that I both am and am not proud of
This post is written under the assumption that the mods approve said news article.
It would be funny if all the disclaimers I wrote got approved but the article didn't.
Warning: I rant seriously about current events in China for a solid two posts after the article. Don't read that if you just want to read a tongue-in-cheek spoof.
Well, maybe the first bit of the second post, 'cus there is a little joke in there that I both am and am not proud of
