Ornirax steps to the side (using Dodge) and allows Kratark to fly past him. He swings his sword, charged with molecular disruption, at Kratark's back. After this attack, he jumps several yards into the air and hovers there out of Kratark's reach.
Crystalia nods approvingly of Ornirax's method. She summons her spear, which makes the area colder, enough to cause frost to form. Her seven eyes gleam wickedly, as her mind begins to calculate multiple things. Her mind races, taking into account multiple things. It continues to race, her vastly potent mental prowess calculating, processing and assimilating information. Her telepathic reach extends far, gently caressing the minds of many, quietly taking the information. She continues to do this, her eyes glowing. Her tendrils of psychic energy slowly return to her, and she lets out a snarl at both combatants. She grasps her spear's shaft's handle, the grip fitting smoothly into the handle, and she snarls again, her eyes glowing blood red in her anger. "Kratark! Ornirax! Vindurax! All of you! Cease this tomfoolery! Kratark, you arrogant, walking, talking, piece of scrapmetal. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD DESTROY ORNIRAX!" She snarls out, her eyes pure red. "We are to have a TRIAL. Then, in the absence of Inharax, we hold a VOTE. You little treacherous worm! And you, Ornirax, should know better! Arrogant maggots!" The Ice Witch snarls out.
She raises her spear, slamming it back down to the ground. The effect is instantaneous. A blizzard forms, as the ground is covered by ice, which rapidly extends across the area. "You are defying the laws of the Brotherhood, Kratark. As are you, Ornirax. Cease now."
The ground trembles, before a bulky figure appears. "Thank you, Crystalia. You may step down, now." The figure says, smiling cooly. "Now, boys, Crystalia, shall we return to Destral?"
This amounts to metagaming because there would have been no way for Crystalia to know this fight was happening.
Crystalia nods approvingly of Ornirax's method. She summons her spear, which makes the area colder, enough to cause frost to form. Her seven eyes gleam wickedly, as her mind begins to calculate multiple things. Her mind races, taking into account multiple things. It continues to race, her vastly potent mental prowess calculating, processing and assimilating information. Her telepathic reach extends far, gently caressing the minds of many, quietly taking the information. She continues to do this, her eyes glowing. Her tendrils of psychic energy slowly return to her, and she lets out a snarl at both combatants. She grasps her spear's shaft's handle, the grip fitting smoothly into the handle, and she snarls again, her eyes glowing blood red in her anger. "Kratark! Ornirax! Vindurax! All of you! Cease this tomfoolery! Kratark, you arrogant, walking, talking, piece of scrapmetal. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD DESTROY ORNIRAX!" She snarls out, her eyes pure red. "We are to have a TRIAL. Then, in the absence of Inharax, we hold a VOTE. You little treacherous worm! And you, Ornirax, should know better! Arrogant maggots!" The Ice Witch snarls out.
She raises her spear, slamming it back down to the ground. The effect is instantaneous. A blizzard forms, as the ground is covered by ice, which rapidly extends across the area. "You are defying the laws of the Brotherhood, Kratark. As are you, Ornirax. Cease now."
The ground trembles, before a bulky figure appears. "Thank you, Crystalia. You may step down, now." The figure says, smiling cooly. "Now, boys, Crystalia, shall we return to Destral?"
This amounts to metagaming because there would have been no way for Crystalia to know this fight was happening.
If you didn't notice, Crystalia appeared several pages ago. Page 9, on the 30th of May at 10:11 PM. The post was quoting you XD Also, like, everyone teleported to Zakaz.
*After experiencing weird time dilation stuff halfway through teleporting, Kuhtak finally arrives...on Zakaz's shore. He activates his mask and sighs as he looks at Ornirax's Fortress in the distance realizes this is going to be a long walk.*
"It seems that you're both trying to smash me now. That's.... slightly unnerving. Very well, carry on. Have fun getting through the door. I'm just glad that none of you have ever been here before. I can try my new toys on unprepared victims.
"Also, Kratark: I don't appreciate how you treated EXT-01. He's certainly an annoying chatterbox who gets in my way, but he was certainly a help in some areas. For one thing, he never complained when I told him to take a message to a Skakdi chief saying that he is a bloated fool who doesn't know the first thing about fighting.
"At any rate, we need to get on with this. Come on. Just touch the door again." Ornirax chuckles, then his voice fades into nothing. Suddenly, there are loud roars to the right and left of the Makuta. As they turn to see what this noise is, they see several Ash Bears approaching with their teeth bared.
OOC: We need to resurrect EXT-01, he's my favorite character now
This amounts to metagaming because there would have been no way for Crystalia to know this fight was happening.
If you didn't notice, Crystalia appeared several pages ago. Page 9, on the 30th of May at 10:11 PM. The post was quoting you XD Also, like, everyone teleported to Zakaz.
Uh huh. Yeah. Uh, no. May 30th, you disapeered from Destral
I do wish you would stop interfering with me. How is Kratark going to have any cool moments if you keep showing up to ruin everything?
Ornirax steps to the side (using Dodge) and allows Kratark to fly past him. He swings his sword, charged with molecular disruption, at Kratark's back. After this attack, he jumps several yards into the air and hovers there out of Kratark's reach.
Crystalia nods approvingly of Ornirax's method. She summons her spear, which makes the area colder, enough to cause frost to form. Her seven eyes gleam wickedly, as her mind begins to calculate multiple things. Her mind races, taking into account multiple things. It continues to race, her vastly potent mental prowess calculating, processing and assimilating information. Her telepathic reach extends far, gently caressing the minds of many, quietly taking the information. She continues to do this, her eyes glowing. Her tendrils of psychic energy slowly return to her, and she lets out a snarl at both combatants. She grasps her spear's shaft's handle, the grip fitting smoothly into the handle, and she snarls again, her eyes glowing blood red in her anger. "Kratark! Ornirax! Vindurax! All of you! Cease this tomfoolery! Kratark, you arrogant, walking, talking, piece of scrapmetal. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD DESTROY ORNIRAX!" She snarls out, her eyes pure red. "We are to have a TRIAL. Then, in the absence of Inharax, we hold a VOTE. You little treacherous worm! And you, Ornirax, should know better! Arrogant maggots!" The Ice Witch snarls out.
She raises her spear, slamming it back down to the ground. The effect is instantaneous. A blizzard forms, as the ground is covered by ice, which rapidly extends across the area. "You are defying the laws of the Brotherhood, Kratark. As are you, Ornirax. Cease now."
The ground trembles, before a bulky figure appears. "Thank you, Crystalia. You may step down, now." The figure says, smiling cooly. "Now, boys, Crystalia, shall we return to Destral?"
The frost melts the moment it hits the ground due to the intense heat permeating the area.
Ornirax laughs, and then does something unthinkable. He separates into two - four - eight - sixteen copies of himself. They draw their weapons in unison and move in, each from a different angle.
One speaks up: "Am I Ornirax? Is he Ornirax? You'd better figure it out soon, or you're in trouble...."
Crystalia nods approvingly of Ornirax's method. She summons her spear, which makes the area colder, enough to cause frost to form. Her seven eyes gleam wickedly, as her mind begins to calculate multiple things. Her mind races, taking into account multiple things. It continues to race, her vastly potent mental prowess calculating, processing and assimilating information. Her telepathic reach extends far, gently caressing the minds of many, quietly taking the information. She continues to do this, her eyes glowing. Her tendrils of psychic energy slowly return to her, and she lets out a snarl at both combatants. She grasps her spear's shaft's handle, the grip fitting smoothly into the handle, and she snarls again, her eyes glowing blood red in her anger. "Kratark! Ornirax! Vindurax! All of you! Cease this tomfoolery! Kratark, you arrogant, walking, talking, piece of scrapmetal. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD DESTROY ORNIRAX!" She snarls out, her eyes pure red. "We are to have a TRIAL. Then, in the absence of Inharax, we hold a VOTE. You little treacherous worm! And you, Ornirax, should know better! Arrogant maggots!" The Ice Witch snarls out.
She raises her spear, slamming it back down to the ground. The effect is instantaneous. A blizzard forms, as the ground is covered by ice, which rapidly extends across the area. "You are defying the laws of the Brotherhood, Kratark. As are you, Ornirax. Cease now."
The ground trembles, before a bulky figure appears. "Thank you, Crystalia. You may step down, now." The figure says, smiling cooly. "Now, boys, Crystalia, shall we return to Destral?"
The frost melts the moment it hits the ground due to the intense heat permeating the area.
Ornirax laughs, and then does something unthinkable. He separates into two - four - eight - sixteen copies of himself. They draw their weapons in unison and move in, each from a different angle.
One speaks up: "Am I Ornirax? Is he Ornirax? You'd better figure it out soon, or you're in trouble...."
OOC: I recommend we ignore YJF for the moment until he learns proper 2-people-are-already-fighting-so-back-off etiquette
IC: Kratark focuses for a moment, and, after a pause, is not only able to pinpoint where Ornirax is, but unleashes a massive fragmentation blast at him.
"You would do well to understand one thing, and one thing only Ornirax: no matter how realistic one of your illusions are, they will never get the better of me. Did you really think I wouldn't simply read your mind to find out where you were? Not to mention that sensing nearby shadows is a simple task for me -- of which, you reek of it."
Kratark approaches Ornirax, slowly. Each stride eerily the same as the last. Calm, calculated, and yet, furious.
"The day may come when the Brotherhood rebels, Ornirax. But that day is not today."
Kratark then attempts to deliver a disintegration charged punch into Ornirax, and it would be really cool if it were to land
The frost melts the moment it hits the ground due to the intense heat permeating the area.
Ornirax laughs, and then does something unthinkable. He separates into two - four - eight - sixteen copies of himself. They draw their weapons in unison and move in, each from a different angle.
One speaks up: "Am I Ornirax? Is he Ornirax? You'd better figure it out soon, or you're in trouble...."
OOC: I recommend we ignore YJF for the moment until he learns proper 2-people-are-already-fighting-so-back-off etiquette
IC: Kratark focuses for a moment, and, after a pause, is not only able to pinpoint where Ornirax is, but unleashes a massive fragmentation blast at him.
"You would do well to understand one thing, and one thing only Ornirax: no matter how realistic one of your illusions are, they will never get the better of me. Did you really think I wouldn't simply read your mind to find out where you were? Not to mention that sensing nearby shadows is a simple task for me -- of which, you reek of it."
Kratark approaches Ornirax, slowly. Each stride eerily the same as the last. Calm, calculated, and yet, furious.
"The day may come when the Brotherhood rebels, Ornirax. But that day is not today."
Kratark then attempts to deliver a disintegration charged punch into Ornirax, and it would be really cool if it were to land
When Kratark attempts to read Ornirax's mind, he finds literally nothing. His probes are violently repelled by something.... or someone. It's not a Makuta; none of that race naturally possess this level of shielding. But if it is given to them by an outside source, it can be quite effective.
OOC: This shielding is temporary and is from an canon outside source.
But it appears that Kratark chose correctly after all. The other fifteen Orniraxes vanish, and this one steps forward.
"Just get on with it," he says. "But before you do, know this: you fought well. You have surpassed my expectations and then some. Now do what you have promised, and make sure you don't miss." He makes no move to resist.
The punch connects, and Ornirax's armor crumbles into dust. The last thing Kratark sees on his face is a wry smile and his unmistakable confident expression. His antidermis dispels almost instantly. An eerie silence fills the courtyard, or at least what remains of it.
Anything and everything the Brotherhood might be able to weaponize, including your autonomous teleporters.
"Says she wants anything the brotherhood could weaponize, including our teleporter." "I will have Seeelk brought to her at the first opportunity. Do you only wish to examine your kind's past experiments, or are you interested in my own technology?"
OOC: I recommend we ignore YJF for the moment until he learns proper 2-people-are-already-fighting-so-back-off etiquette
IC: Kratark focuses for a moment, and, after a pause, is not only able to pinpoint where Ornirax is, but unleashes a massive fragmentation blast at him.
"You would do well to understand one thing, and one thing only Ornirax: no matter how realistic one of your illusions are, they will never get the better of me. Did you really think I wouldn't simply read your mind to find out where you were? Not to mention that sensing nearby shadows is a simple task for me -- of which, you reek of it."
Kratark approaches Ornirax, slowly. Each stride eerily the same as the last. Calm, calculated, and yet, furious.
"The day may come when the Brotherhood rebels, Ornirax. But that day is not today."
Kratark then attempts to deliver a disintegration charged punch into Ornirax, and it would be really cool if it were to land
When Kratark attempts to read Ornirax's mind, he finds literally nothing. His probes are violently repelled by something.... or someone. It's not a Makuta; none of that race naturally possess this level of shielding. But if it is given to them by an outside source, it can be quite effective.
OOC: This shielding is temporary and is from an canon outside source.
But it appears that Kratark chose correctly after all. The other fifteen Orniraxes vanish, and this one steps forward.
"Just get on with it," he says. "But before you do, know this: you fought well. You have surpassed my expectations and then some. Now do what you have promised, and make sure you don't miss." He makes no move to resist.
The punch connects, and Ornirax's armor crumbles into dust. The last thing Kratark sees on his face is a wry smile and his unmistakable confident expression. His antidermis dispels almost instantly. An eerie silence fills the courtyard, or at least what remains of it.
OOC: Please elaborate
Kratark snaps his fingers. Crystalia and Vindurax vanish. Before the antidermis can vanish, Kratark lights up the entire room with plasma. He then attempts to sense Ornirax, somewhere, anywhere, looking for his mind, wherever it may be, if not here. If he finds it, he snarls, and punches the nearby wall.
If he does not find Ornirax, he assumes he is victorious.
In any case, Kratark quickly teleports upstairs to shadow bolt the Toa that was threatening to nova blast, annihilating him on the spot.
With this, Kratark disintegrated the entirety of Ornirax's base.
He was right about one thing... and he shall correct it post haste.
Kratark reached out with his vision once again, peeking through all the nooks and crannies of Zakaz. He found a promising fortress, filled with Skakdi. This, he could use...
When Kratark attempts to read Ornirax's mind, he finds literally nothing. His probes are violently repelled by something.... or someone. It's not a Makuta; none of that race naturally possess this level of shielding. But if it is given to them by an outside source, it can be quite effective.
OOC: This shielding is temporary and is from an canon outside source.
But it appears that Kratark chose correctly after all. The other fifteen Orniraxes vanish, and this one steps forward.
"Just get on with it," he says. "But before you do, know this: you fought well. You have surpassed my expectations and then some. Now do what you have promised, and make sure you don't miss." He makes no move to resist.
The punch connects, and Ornirax's armor crumbles into dust. The last thing Kratark sees on his face is a wry smile and his unmistakable confident expression. His antidermis dispels almost instantly. An eerie silence fills the courtyard, or at least what remains of it.
OOC: Please elaborate
Kratark snaps his fingers. Crystalia and Vindurax vanish. Before the antidermis can vanish, Kratark lights up the entire room with plasma. He then attempts to sense Ornirax, somewhere, anywhere, looking for his mind, wherever it may be, if not here. If he finds it, he snarls, and punches the nearby wall.
If he does not find Ornirax, he assumes he is victorious.
In any case, Kratark quickly teleports upstairs to shadow bolt the Toa that was threatening to nova blast, annihilating him on the spot.
With this, Kratark disintegrated the entirety of Ornirax's base.
He was right about one thing... and he shall correct it post haste.
Kratark reached out with his vision once again, peeking through all the nooks and crannies of Zakaz. He found a promising fortress, filled with Skakdi. This, he could use...
Crystalia nods approvingly of Ornirax's method. She summons her spear, which makes the area colder, enough to cause frost to form. Her seven eyes gleam wickedly, as her mind begins to calculate multiple things. Her mind races, taking into account multiple things. It continues to race, her vastly potent mental prowess calculating, processing and assimilating information. Her telepathic reach extends far, gently caressing the minds of many, quietly taking the information. She continues to do this, her eyes glowing. Her tendrils of psychic energy slowly return to her, and she lets out a snarl at both combatants. She grasps her spear's shaft's handle, the grip fitting smoothly into the handle, and she snarls again, her eyes glowing blood red in her anger. "Kratark! Ornirax! Vindurax! All of you! Cease this tomfoolery! Kratark, you arrogant, walking, talking, piece of scrapmetal. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD DESTROY ORNIRAX!" She snarls out, her eyes pure red. "We are to have a TRIAL. Then, in the absence of Inharax, we hold a VOTE. You little treacherous worm! And you, Ornirax, should know better! Arrogant maggots!" The Ice Witch snarls out.
She raises her spear, slamming it back down to the ground. The effect is instantaneous. A blizzard forms, as the ground is covered by ice, which rapidly extends across the area. "You are defying the laws of the Brotherhood, Kratark. As are you, Ornirax. Cease now."
The ground trembles, before a bulky figure appears. "Thank you, Crystalia. You may step down, now." The figure says, smiling cooly. "Now, boys, Crystalia, shall we return to Destral?"
The frost melts the moment it hits the ground due to the intense heat permeating the area.
Ornirax laughs, and then does something unthinkable. He separates into two - four - eight - sixteen copies of himself. They draw their weapons in unison and move in, each from a different angle.
One speaks up: "Am I Ornirax? Is he Ornirax? You'd better figure it out soon, or you're in trouble...."
The frost doesn't melt, being maintainted by Crystalia.
When Kratark attempts to read Ornirax's mind, he finds literally nothing. His probes are violently repelled by something.... or someone. It's not a Makuta; none of that race naturally possess this level of shielding. But if it is given to them by an outside source, it can be quite effective.
OOC: This shielding is temporary and is from an canon outside source.
But it appears that Kratark chose correctly after all. The other fifteen Orniraxes vanish, and this one steps forward.
"Just get on with it," he says. "But before you do, know this: you fought well. You have surpassed my expectations and then some. Now do what you have promised, and make sure you don't miss." He makes no move to resist.
The punch connects, and Ornirax's armor crumbles into dust. The last thing Kratark sees on his face is a wry smile and his unmistakable confident expression. His antidermis dispels almost instantly. An eerie silence fills the courtyard, or at least what remains of it.
OOC: Please elaborate
Kratark snaps his fingers. Crystalia and Vindurax vanish. Before the antidermis can vanish, Kratark lights up the entire room with plasma. He then attempts to sense Ornirax, somewhere, anywhere, looking for his mind, wherever it may be, if not here. If he finds it, he snarls, and punches the nearby wall.
If he does not find Ornirax, he assumes he is victorious.
In any case, Kratark quickly teleports upstairs to shadow bolt the Toa that was threatening to nova blast, annihilating him on the spot.
With this, Kratark disintegrated the entirety of Ornirax's base.
He was right about one thing... and he shall correct it post haste.
Kratark reached out with his vision once again, peeking through all the nooks and crannies of Zakaz. He found a promising fortress, filled with Skakdi. This, he could use...
Zakaz will need a Makuta.
OOC: Toa of Psionics.
Before Kratark can do anything anything about it, the Fire Toa performs a Nova Blast. If he were to think about it, you might say that he heard something, right before the blast. It's a familiar sound to most beings, but some, like Kratark, hate it. Maybe, just maybe, he heard.... laughter?
At any rate, there are more pressing issues at hand, like the oncoming wave of death that will be here in around.... NOW.
