And the Toa is meant to be completely on his own, too! Surviving with every method he can think of. Survival of the fittest!
Now to cut my rant short! (Dunno why I love ranting so much before letting you guys read... xD ) (Or why I use so many emoticons!)
A green, armored arm cut through the air around him, calling upon another massive breeze to let him keep floating. The buzz around him filled his ears, ruining any chance of hearing anything other then the massive Venom Flyers. He twisted his body through the air, narrowly avoiding the strike of another one of the Rahi.
Aima could feel another one right behind him, and activated his powers to form an intense air bubble around him, knocking the Rahi away with ease. Releasing his hold on the air bubble, he felt its power ebb away in an instant, disappearing with several tendrils stretching out around him. His Miru, still activated and working, allowed his body to float several feet higher then what he wanted. Flipping upside down, he bashed his foot into another Venom Flyer, sending it falling towards the ground below as it lost control of one of its wings.
The powerful kick propelled him away from the Rahis original position, and the air pulses he sent out every few seconds warned him of another attack. Turning to his left, he dug his blade into the head of another one, swiftly pulling it out and watching it fall to the ground. His face grimaced, still unable to cope with the idea of killing Rahi, but survival called for it.
Having rarely killed before the attack, Aima had to force his body to commit the acts, or risk being pulled into the waiting webs of the Visorak, and either become mutated, or in eternal sleep. Having survived for countless years, his mind having lost track of his existence, he refused to let an attack by Rahi bring him to his ruin. Any other Toa would refuse to do what he was doing, but, his mind reasoned, where was the wrong in ridding the world of a few more Matoran-killers?
Another air pulse alerted him of danger, and he thrust his knife above him, stabbing another one in the stomach. This time, the body landed heavily onto his head, knocking him down several feet, and almost into the waking jaws of the Visorak below him and the Horde. He heard several overly excited squeals, only to be accompanied with disappointment as he sent several bursts of air below him, propelling his body higher up. His body felt the urge to sigh in relief, but the threat of several hundred Venom Flyers still pervaded his mind, and his knife-less hand pulled out a second knife, matching the other pair perfectly, and stabbed it into another one on queue.
The fight dragged on for another hour, and despite slowly ridding himself of the swarm, his body began to feel intense fatigue, encouraged by the constant use of his air powers. He threw a punch into the face of another attacker, straight into the mandibles of it. Ignoring the way the jaws felt, and the burst of pain that went up his hand, he pulled it out, ignoring the crunched armor that dug into the flesh underneath.
Buzzing noises still pervaded his hearing senses, but he could now hear a faint hiss from below them. The Visorak were standing underneath him patiently, eagerly awaiting their Toa captive, staring patiently at their newest victum. Normally, if any other Rahi had taken this long in capturing their prey, they would have either joined in with their spinners long ago, or left due to lack of entertainment. Aima shivered, hating becoming a form of entertainment for such emotionless Rahi.
One of the Venom Flyers saw him shiver, and attacked him while he was in the middle of it, and he barely bashed his foot into one of the eyes of it, and slammed his other foot onto the top of its head, sending it too crashing into the ground. Exhaustion flooded his limbs, but he ignored it, the will to survive barely overcoming it. The others backed away quickly, giving him space. The other Venom Flyers had grown more wary of him, and weren’t attacking nearly as often as they had been earlier.
His air pulses still went out every couple of seconds, alerting him to their every move. They caught another sneak attack, and he twisted around, slamming his knife once more into another one.
Sensing another attack coming upon him, he whirled around in an instant, knife prepared to attack his latest victim. Instead, another hand quickly grasped his own, and his other hand thrust forward, narrowly missing his newest attacker.
A flutter of feather wings began to fill his ears, and the other arm snaked around his waist, pinning him to the body of the newest creature. All happened within an instant, and he felt his body falling downwards, towards the Visorak. “Just relax.” Came a playful voice, and Aima’s face was covered by the feathers on the newest figure, effectively blocking his view.
The Visorak beneath them roared with satisfaction, apparently mistaking the battle with a different outcome. Aima could feel his exhaustion shut down all his powers, and the figure seemingly took advantage of it. They freefell through the air, slowly increasing in speed, the wings opening within meters of the Visoraks waiting jaws. Powerfully beating, the wings carried them far away from the Visorak within seconds, the hissing and spitting they emitted in fury having fully left his hearing, along with the buzzing of the Venom Flyers. They still rang, but it was a soft thud.
They were in the air for a good hour, the wings still beating powerfully before his rescuer flew closely to the ground, dropping the Toa of Air to the ground and letting him roll. As Aima finished rolling, a thud of feet, and rustling of feathers filled the air as the figure landed.
Rolling onto his back, having regained energy from the battle, but still not enough, he finally had a good look at his rescuer. Staring into the golden eyes, white feathered head, and brown and black feathered body, his normal reaction would have been a slightly gasp, and he would have armed himself had it been any other situation. Instead, he felt his body tense slightly, before loosening again.
“What are you?” Aima asked silently, calmly. “What Makuta formed you into existence?”
A chuckle left the throat of his rescuer, and he could see silent laughter. “What Makuta could possibly capture the essence of an Bald Eagle so perfectly into this body, when a Bald Eagle doesn’t even exist here?” His voice gained a sarcastic tone to it when he said that, and Aima wondered what an Bald Eagle was. Despite the sarcasm in his tone, though, Aima still felt that he could trust this intriguing stranger. Study him, learn him, and be able to kill him should he ever become a menace.
The creature leaned forward towards the Toa, his humanoid appearance strangely similar to his Toa form. Not all tall as the average Toa, but his form radiated strength. “Don’t think you can kill someone of my species so easily. Even the weakest could easily overcome a Toa.”
Edited by Alena Spirit of Hyperness, Nov 15 2011 - 01:56 PM.