“Lekori… where’s Wokapu?” Wokiya asked softly and anxiously.
“Wokapu,” Lekori began… “Wokiya, you need to come with me. He’s alright now, but I don’t like him remaining where he is any longer than I have to.”
“Sure… of course,” Wokiya replied, “Where are we going?”
“An abandoned Kofo-Jaga nest in the catacombs of Onu-Wahi,” Lekori said, trying his best not to distract himself with how Wokiya might respond. He hoped that she would just trust him.
“Of course, I’ll go,” Wokiya responded anxiety and concern keeping her awkwardly still.
Lekori then faced Darien.
“Will you join us, Toa of the Green?”
Darien gave Lekori a dutiful nod. "Yes. I've come this far with Wokiya, and I'd like to see it through to the end. Besides, I wouldn't feel right letting two Matoran go into an abandoned nest all alone."
IC: Skyra - Deep with in some horrid cave, Ga-Wahi -
I opened my eyes, only to be greeted with more darkness, save for a few natural lightstones that made up the cave. It was just my luck that I was trapped in the one place Le-koran's hated the most, underground. We just weren't meant to live underground, we Le-koran's need the fresh air and lots of room to leap around like were brakas monkeys, otherwise we tend to get claustrophobic. I was no exception, already feeling quite anxious. The cave was like, way too small and crapped, and not being able to see two feet in front of you sucks. I bumped my head on the massive rock that was keeping me trapped in here. I rubbed my forehead and groaned. Without my mask I felt so weak, every little movement I made that I normally took for granted was twice as difficult.
My internal clock was also completely off balance, I had no idea how much time had passed at all. Was it nighttime, daytime, feeding Gukko time? I had no clue. I guess it didn't really matter though, I was trapped in here for the time being, and I had no possible way of getting out. Well, I still had my katanas, which could technically cut through solid rock thanks to their lazier tips, but I had to be realistic, even if I had the strength to start slicing all nilly willy through the rock, it would just end up in small chunks and I'd still have to shove that out of my way with my bare hands. I'd kill myself before I escaped, plus there was no way this new Onuzek was dumb enough not to periodically check on me, he'd put a stop to it before I even was halfway done. Heck he could be waiting on the other side of this rock right now, just waiting for me to try, only to cruelly shove a new rock in the way.
I shook my head in frustration, what was wrong with me? I never had such a defeatist attitude before, one of the things I was most well-known for was my persistence, it's what got me through my Gukko Force training, what got me through all those ranks so quickly, it was instrumental in my transformation into a Toa, it defined who I was. I never quit, ever. The fact that I was just going to sit here and do nothing...that just....disturbed me.
I let out an angered cry, drawing one of my katanas, holding it in both hands. That was it, I was going to bust out of here if it killed me. I'd never let anyone say that I called it quits.
I began to strike at the rock relentlessly, despite my screaming muscles, despite the fact that my body dangerously close to overexertion, I kept at it, sparks lit up the small cave as I struck through the rock with the lazier tipped edges of my blades, slowly cutting away at the rock. I let out a cry with each strike. My first few strikes were rather eloquent, even in my weakened state my advanced swordsmen skills shown through, I struck with determination and purpose, always aiming for the weakest point of my target, always at roughly the same diagonal angle. But then, about five swings in, I wavered, my blows became uneven, they lacked strength, focus, precision. My vision began to blur as I began to swing wildly. Instead of the image of a skilled swordswoman I looked like a raving lunatic that should not have anything sharp in her hands. My cries and screams of rage and agony became louder and hoarser. My shaking knees suddenly gave in, causing me to fall onto them. I dropped my katana in surprise as I smacked my face against the rock with much force.
I fell onto my back, blood dripping from my nose, my eyes immediately fixating themselves on the glow of my dropped weapon. My breathing was irregular and I was hyperventilating. My stomach felt like it was in a knot, and my head was screaming bloody murder. My entire body radiated with heat as I sweated away what little water I had, most likely I was very dehydrated. Still, I remained completely focused on watching my katana's lazier edge slowly die away, without elemental energy to feed it the lazier tips shut off, till I could no longer see my weapon.
I just lay there, unable to move, my muscles aching horribly from the exertion I had forced them through. Tears started to fall from my eyes, I realized I was probably going to die in here.
But at the very least, no one could ever be able to accuse me of just giving up and accepting defeat, I had given my all in an attempt to escape, and if anyone found me like this they would know that, this fact alone gave me a small comfort.