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IC (Korero)

 

The Toa of Air smiled and shook his head at the 'banter in the face of danger'.

 

"If you two are finished," he said wryly, "I think it's time to move in. All agreed?"

 

His three allies nodded.

 

"Then let's show 'em how the Koro of this island are defended."

 

He moved forward towards the corner, careful to make as little noise possible with each step.

 

Korero stepped out into the two Piraka's view.

 

In a heartbeat, Avak's Seismic Pickaxe was raised and ready to blow a hole through the Toa Maru's chest - but in that same heartbeat, Korero was swallowed up mid-step by whiteness which spat him back out right in front of Avak but to the left of the Pickaxe. Within milliseconds of materialising, his right hand was already wrapping around the barrel of the weapon, and with all the speed and strength he could muster, he swung it upwards like a lever towards the Piraka's face.

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IC: Ophaim

 

Ophaim quietly handed a plate with a slice of cake towards the reporter.

 

"Would you like one?"

 

IC: Wokiya -- Ta-Koro Hospital

 

Wokiya hesitated. She had been given tips on multiple occasions to never accept unverified food or drink from interviewees or witnesses on the fly. Freedom of the press wasn't a universally accepted notion and she had heard some frightful stories in the past.

 

She then mused over the context of this situation. Neither Mekana nor Ophaim were shifty or nervous in the slightest. They just went through an ordeal, and they welcomed the reporter. 

 

I'm overreacting, Wokiya concluded. She then leaned forward and graciously took the plate with her right hand.

 

"I certainly can't turn down cake," Wokiya said gleefully, "Thanks Ohphaim"

 

Before bringing a piece of cake to her mouth, Wokiya felt the needed to expand upon what Mekana had said.

 

"Give me your thoughts, Mekana. If Ta-Koro has been so well guarded these past few months, how did an entire Inn manage to get blown up?"

 

She then took a bite of the cake. 

"hey girl: here’s an idea, but… it’s up to you:

You’re the boss of this operation."

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IC: Gunner ~ Smaller Pirate Ship

 

"Who let Mimira onto the ship?" I asked, having returned at the sound of the Matoran's distinctive (and loud) speech.

 

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IC: Rynekk ~ Fowadi

 

The Toa slumped against the ship's railing; the volley of stone had taken it out of him, and although his elemental energy reserves were far from exhausted, he saw that this had been an exercise that was too inefficient for its level of effort. He needed a better strategy.

 

"So, what next?" Rynekk said to no one in particular.

 

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IC: Mekana

 

"Well..." Mekana bit her lip. "...I don't know...maybe those Skakdi were just as cunning and dangerous as they looked? They looked like the type that would blow up an inn if you ask me..." 

 

IC: Mimira

 

"I did!" Mimira exclaimed proudly. 

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IC: Rynekk ~ Fowadi

 

The Toa slumped against the ship's railing; the volley of stone had taken it out of him, and although his elemental energy reserves were far from exhausted, he saw that this had been an exercise that was too inefficient for its level of effort. He needed a better strategy.

 

"So, what next?" Rynekk said to no one in particular.

 

-Void

IC: Wolfram- [Fowadi Disk Launcher]

"I say we take out the guns, but our own weapons don't seem to work very well on them," the Toa of Iron said as he launched another disk at an angle.

 

Unless we board them...?

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IC: "Wait until you can see what the effects are before assuming that nothing is working. Keep firing the disks for now."

 

OOC: Come on guys, don't give Gravity any ideas.

"I serve the weak. I serve the helpless. I am their sword and their shield. If you want to strike at them, you must go through me, and I am not so easily moved."

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IC: "You heard the man." Jol said as he ran, rounding the corner and making liberal use of his Pakari (and oh how useful it was) to leap straight over the grappling Avak and Korero, making a last second lateral adjustment to the right as he saw the Toa of Air yank the thing upwards.

Landing heavily, yet steadily, the Toa of Magnetism raised his guard, cautiously approaching the blue Skakdi. Quickly scanning and electing his points of attraction, the Highwind son then worked his magic. All he had in the tank would go to this, he'd need to hold the blue skakdi in place as long as he could.

It was a rough job of it, true, but basing things off of body mechanics would at least make this efficient while it lasted.

Vezok would now feel a very determined pull on his wrists back and together, which would in theory achieve a similar effect to putting him in cuffs. Cuffs made of magnet. Likewise, his knees would be quite inclined to start meeting that big old jaw of his.

Elegant solution? No. He had to make do with spur of the moment decisioning to stick to the plan. 

Effective, though?

Darn well oughta be.

...

Those two had better be quick on the draw, whatever the case ended up being.

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IC: Elysi

 

Go time.

 

Fighting was a lot less elegant than what people imagined. There were no beautiful sword duels, battles in which both combatants knew each other competently, creating a spectacle that awed any bystander. It was chaotic and confusing, leaving everyone struggling to find the optimal course of action to undertake. Could it be an orderly dance? Yes, but for Elysi, she could not afford to even let her opponents take a breath. Every second that was given to the enemy meant that she was risking herself more and more. And so she would need to act swiftly, brutally.

 

She had a reputation to keep, after all. They expected her to be fast, and she would be.

 

Jolek had barely rounded the corner when Elysi followed, her shortbow already discharging at their foe. Lightning crackled across the expanse between her and Vezok, the scent of ozone filling the air. Her arrow of electricity was meant to kill, and as it travelled rapidly towards the blue Skakdi, the crimson Toa quietly prayed that her companion had done his job, and that her attack would strike true.

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For the first time, Angelus' eyes displayed clear uncertainty. They roved through toppings, candy, and different flavors of conspicuously unmelted dairy, growing wider and more concerned the more that they saw. He bit his lip and then thought, croaked out something unintelligible, and then bit his lip again. Finally he looked at Kino, clearly unsettled.

 

"I just...there were bananas. In the last ice cream. Fruit and stuff. I...is fruit good with most ice cream? Was that a special case? I'm...kinda lost." For the first time he sounded like the young jungle boy he had grown up as, instead of the dry-humored, stoic Captain of the Guard.

 

-Tyler

 

IC: (Kino Iho)

 

I squeezed Angelus' hand gently to reassure him, others might have found his confusion hilarious, but I didn't (it was cute in its own way though), and that wasn't why I brought him here. Gently smiling I turned to look at him fully and spoke.

 

"Tell you what, I'm going to get you the one with cookie dough, it's not a completely strange topping and is in fact really tasty. I've had it a few times before myself." The line moved forward and Angelus and I were now at the front. Angelus continued to look through the menus confused. the Ta-matoran girl behind the screen gave me a confused look.

 

"Umm, what's up with him?" She asked.

 

"There's a lot of choices, he's having some trouble picking, I'll be making the choices for both of us anyways," I grinned.

 

"Okay, so what'll the two of you be having?"

 

"Handsome here will have vanilla with the chocolate chip cookie dough and I'll have the ones with the peanut butter and chocolate ice cream." I replied. She responded with amount of widgets needed. It took her about five minutes to mix the toppings into our ice cream, I paid her, leaving her a nice tip and walking with Angelus over to an unoccupied table nearby the ice cream establishment. I dug my spoon in for a couple of bites and then looked at Angelus. "Hmm, what's up Angel boy?"

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IC: Zelvin (Alley Skirmish)

 

Behind Elysi, Zelvin followed, making a wider turn to let her mask-boosted senses get a full reading, and catching information faster than the naked eye could, she channeled her powers into Elysi's zamor launcher, generating a makeshift crystal sphere glowing red with the heat it gave off.

 

Right after Elysi's bow had fired, she discharged her launcher at the same target, keeping a safer distance than her comrade.

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IC: Gunner ~ Pirate Escort

 

"Mim, you really shouldn't be here. This isn't a playground; it's not safe for kids."

 

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IC: Rynekk ~ Fowadi

 

Rynekk grinned behind a glowing mask, and then he was off.

 

The great thing about Kakama's was that, with them, one could practically be in multiple places simultaneously. This meant that the distances between launchers on the gun deck were infinitesimal to him. This meant that the time it took for each launcher to be prepared and fired was meaningless to him.

 

This also meant that while Four and Wolfram were off firing one launcher apiece, Rynekk was off firing about half a dozen at a time.

 

Made him wonder why he had ever owned a Hau in the first place.

 

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"I am bewildered." Angelus poked at a piece of cookie dough with his spoon and then cautiously rolled it onto his utensil. When he ate it, along with a sliver of ice cream, his eyes popped and he quickly snapped his fingers under his jaw, lighting a small fire. "Mmph. Mmph. Mmph. Cold. Cold on my teeth. I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to bite the cream. Ow. Oww."

 

His eyes popped again.

 

"Y'know, though...that's kinda good."

 

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IC: Gunner ~ Pirate Escort

 

Bingo.

 

I'd say that we all heard the chatter from down below our feet, though admittedly, may have been the only one to recognize what it signified (maybe Lasinia too? definitely not Mim).

 

"If you two could just take a few steps back...," I said, grinning, before bearing down on the portion of deck in between my feet with air until it broke with a KRACK! leaving a nice little hole down to the gun deck. I glanced up at the other two, playfully raising one eyebrow as I leaped down.

 

"Alright, who else is in the mood to be humiliated goddammit." My grin ended right about there. "For crying out loud, Captain!"

 

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IC: (Kino Iho)

 

"That is probably among the cutest and funniest reactions I've seen for anyone eating ice cream," I chuckled, dipping my spoon into my chocolate ice cream, fishing out a chunk of chocolate and peanut butter, letting the ice cream melt on my tongue, before chewing it down. "Oh really? Good! Glad that my taking a chance there paid off. You don't take days off much, do you? Because I'd say you really deserve the break." 

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IC: Wryu

 

"Im not here to play games", Wryu hissed. She was just about form a fighting stance when a sharp pain exploded in her abdomen and chest like shrapnel and stopped her dead in her tracks. She let out a breath of exasperation, but seemed to be unable to breathe back in. The Toa of Fire fell to her knees and looked up with eyes full of helplessness. Her whole body ached as if the blood running through he veins was turning to acid. 

 

"Help...", she pleaded.

IC: Chivinix

 

Chivinix cocked his head slightly as he watched the toa fall to her knees. It was such a pathetic thing to see when such majestic creatures are forced into helplessness. Bending at the knees he approached where the toa lay, peering at her closely

"why should Chivinix help? Chivinix does not know toa."

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IC: (Kino Iho)

 

"That is probably among the cutest and funniest reactions I've seen for anyone eating ice cream," I chuckled, dipping my spoon into my chocolate ice cream, fishing out a chunk of chocolate and peanut butter, letting the ice cream melt on my tongue, before chewing it down. "Oh really? Good! Glad that my taking a chance there paid off. You don't take days off much, do you? Because I'd say you really deserve the break." 

 

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"You know, come to think of it...don't know if I've had a day off since I took the job." Angelus pursed his lips in thought; the look would have appeared more severe if he wasn't holding a piece of cookie dough in his spoon and using a mild flame from his left index finger to try and bake it. He looked up at Kino and smiled sheepishly with a shrug, deciding to eat the cookie dough in its current state and then going for another, more cautious scoop of ice cream. "I don't know if Jaller did, either. I know Tuara wouldn't have. Comes with the territory, I guess."

 

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Reo had felt the heat emanating from Zaktan's eyes the first time he'd dodged the vision strike; a second blast may well obliterate him at close range, so when Zaktan solidified to deliver the strike Reordin struck quick and hard, one last time, to deliver a quick punch into Zaktan's diaphragm. The Piraka wheezed out his next breath, which gave the Toa Maru of Ice just enough time to create a moderate film of ice over the Skakdi's hateful eyes; his vision burned crimson and melted the ice, sending semisolid chunks raining down like hailstones onto the ground around his feet. By then, Reordin had already weaved away, dancing out of range. Zaktan fragmented again and flew, but this time Reordin was ready, and the two began to weave around the very surface of the rooftop.

 

From time to time, the Piraka leader would materialize here or there and Reordin would parry, then parry again when Zaktan materialized for a second blow. The longer he was left alive, the more safe Reo felt in his predictions, but that in itself was a kind of danger - with an opponent as dangerous as the emerald cloud any rhythm would only be a recipe for that scissor to get lanced right through the Toa's chest, and so Reordin made sure to keep his defenses as unpredictable as Zaktan's offenses, and when he saw a chance to drive the Piraka back even by inches he would do it, with the unrelenting prowess of a cold front. 

 

Finally, after nicking Zaktan's forearm just so and watching the Piraka recover instantly for a strike at his right, Reordin realized the inevitable truth, with the cold fury of an icicle in his heart: We're at a standstill.

 

-Tyler

 

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Zaktan could recognize a standstill when he saw one, and given his circumstances he had no qualms about leaving it.

 

Reordin had been a diversion that Zaktan, had he not underestimated his foe’s power – and therefore the time it would take to dispose of him – would not have bothered engaging with. A measure of overconfidence was to blame, Zaktan acknowledged coolly; he might have been out of Ta-Koro with Vezok in tow precious minutes ago had he not believed his blades quicker than those of any Toa. Zaktan reminded himself that even a long record in support of his superiority in combat could not be without occasional exceptions. Reordin, faster and stronger than any Toa Zaktan had faced for quite a long time, was one such exception, for he and Zaktan were nearly equal. Never trust the pattern, Zaktan chided himself.  

 

A fight among near-equals could last a very long time, and as Zaktan was not so blindly proud that he felt it necessary to discover whether he or Reordin had the edge, it would be time wasted. It always had been time wasted; so Zaktan couldn’t afford to waste more. As he made the decision to depart his duel, the Skakdi’s objective quickly changed from killing his rival to merely delaying him.

 

On Reordin’s next strike, Zaktan neglected to parry, instead letting the Toa of Ice’s axe fall through the center of his body. Reordin, by now acclimated to this trick, didn’t follow through on the strike; he pulled back so as not to overbalance himself, and then skirted to the side to dodge Zaktan’s low-scything foot. The torque from Zaktan’s leg moved all the way up his body and into his Zamor Launcher hand, which came at the side of Reordin’s laterally strafing head. Reordin ducked, but not soon enough; one of the prongs of the launcher cracked him above the ear, sending him stumbling dazedly. But Zaktan didn’t pounce on the unbalanced Reordin; he had no reason to prolong his fight any longer. The Skakdi loped on his flat feet to the edge of the roof and jumped unceremoniously down off it, falling into an alley below.

 

Through the residual blurriness that quickly faded from his eyes, Reordin looked up in time to see Zaktan’s form sink below the rim of the roof. Dizzily, the Toa of Ice made his way over to the edge and looked down at the alley; aside from a few crates, a discarded Guardsman’s shield, and a street vendor’s abandoned cart, the narrow lane on the side of the building was empty. Beyond the alley on either side, though, there was lots of movement, shrouded by an oncoming cloud of thick Lavapool smoke carried by the wind; Zaktan, wherever he’d gone, had easily disappeared into it. Shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the ringing in his ears, Reordin followed his enemy’s example and leapt down, catching himself on a pillar of ice before hitting the earth. Which way had Zaktan gone? Reordin’s practiced eyes looked for clues, and he noticed that the film of soot that always seemed to be covering things in Ta-Koro was noticeably disturbed on the right side of the alley. Reordin could think of only one reason that could be.

 

A couple of seconds after Reordin made his choice, jogged to the right, and was lost in the smoke – which started to seep into the narrow alley – another sort of smoke rose, as though stirred by a contrasting wind, up off the alleyway’s detritus. The film of what had seemed to be soot that’d covered all the items there conglomerated in midair, buzzing and shifting as it quickly composed itself back into Zaktan. Corporeal again, the Skakdi’s constantly melting hand quested under one of the crates, pulling out his Zamor Launcher, while the pincers of his scissor pried up the Guardsman’s shield and retrieved the vial of Antidermis from its hiding place. Equipped again, Zaktan exited the alleyway to his left, intent on finding Vezok – and only Vezok – and getting to the Dark Walk, and eventually Mangaia, as soon as possible.

 

 

Of course, with the Piraka, things never worked out so cleanly.

 

Zaktan found Vezok fairly quickly. He was, as luck would have it, in a neighboring alley; less luckily, he was with Avak, and the two were in the midst of a close-quarters melee against a small assembly of Ta-Koro’s protectors, including a powerful Toa of Air who seemed equipped with a flashing teleportation ability. Loath though Zaktan was to bring another of the Piraka along, Avak was essentially innocuous without his trinkets, and wasn’t the type to lead insubordination (though he was more than happy to follow it when it came around, if he saw safe profit in it). In conjunction with Vezok – volatile, but easily malleable, also not a leader – Avak was, Zaktan decided, harmless; and, besides, Zaktan didn’t have time to get choosey.

 

Shortly after Zaktan joined the two other Skakdi in repulsing their enemies – he entered the fray by knocking out the Toa of Air with a surprise blow to the back of the head; the rest didn’t stand much chance thereafter, and most ran away (to Vezok’s disappointment, Zaktan insisted that there wasn’t time to pursue them) – Thok reappeared, bearing Vezok’s weapons and his typical, irritating smile. With deliberate airiness, as he passed Vezok his water harpoon, Thok mentioned that he’d barely escaped from a mountainous Toa of Earth, and that the hero was bound to show up any moment. Once again, pressed now by the impending arrival of the powerful Toa team he’d already seen several of rather than by his desire to leave Ta-Koro with only one minion, Zaktan accepted another of the Piraka into his group, but this time it was with much greater annoyance. Thok’s snide remarks were the least of his disruptive qualities; Zaktan knew that Thok had the patience to lie low until the opportune moment, and that he would certainly try to use the other two Piraka against Zaktan, which would be an inconvenience – but not a threat – later on.

 

Before any of the four Piraka even had the chance to finish off the Toa of Air, who lay comatose and spread-eagled on the ground as they bickered for a few precious seconds over their preferred methods of disembowelment, a broad-shouldered silhouette blocked one end of the alley. With heavy, flying fists of earth – one of which winded Avak as it caught him in the gut – and swipes of a long staff, the colossal Toa, shrouded in smoke, forced the four Skakdi away from his fallen comrade. Under fire, the Piraka popped out of the opposite end of the alley like Patero shot. Zaktan, hoping to use the scramble and the thickening smoke to his advantage, pulled Vezok by the forearm, and the two darted into another corridor of Ta-Koro’s urban maze, intent on outrunning the others.

 

This was ultimately in vain; as Zaktan and Vezok emerged into an empty plaza thus far untouched by smoke or combat, they found Hakann idling there, chipping absently away at the wall of some Matoran’s house with his eyes far away as if he’d been deep in nefarious thought. The appearance of Zaktan and Vezok – and of Avak and Thok colliding gracelessly with their backs as they stopped abruptly at the sight of Hakann – pulled Hakann promptly back to the present, and he made a quip or three before Zaktan suggested between his teeth that the Piraka leave Ta-Koro with all possible speed. By now, Zaktan was quite annoyed by the way things were going; Hakann had been the Piraka he’d sought most to lose in Ta-Koro. Greedy, wrathful, sardonic, and cruel, Hakann was predictable; he was also predictably a thorn in Zaktan’s side. He ignited the mutinous thoughts of the group, and loved destruction for its own sake. Zaktan hated having to use blunt tools.

 

The appearance of Reidak was hardly a surprise, given the pattern Zaktan had faced thus far. The wall of one of the buildings lining the square shattered as Reidak was thrown, back first, through it. He landed on his rump and skidded along the dirty earth for a few feet. Out of the hole his soaring form had created, a slightly hunched, fiendish-looking Toa of Fire emerged, as did a Toa of Water with a staff. Reidak, who had gotten to his feet, met their assaults without giving up much ground. A savage kick sent the Toa of Water crashing away, and a wide arc of his buzzsaw kept the fire-fiend at bay for a beat. It was long enough for Reidak to notice the rest of the Piraka, arranged in a picture-perfect clump, watching him. After a moment’s bemusement, Reidak roared and ran straight towards them; the two Toa followed, and were met by a solid line of projectile weapons raised in such perfect unison that their draws could have been choreographed. The two Toa skittered to a halt; Thok giggled.

 

From various alleyways, rooftops, and buildings, four other Toa rocketed into the square to join their teammates. Zaktan spotted the Toa of Ice from before, as well as the hulking Toa of Earth from the alley, the Toa of Air – revived, with a mean bruise on the back of his head, which would probably debilitate him from using his mask – and a pompous Toa of Stone wielding a halberd.

 

In the middle of the Ta-Koro square, the six Piraka faced the six Toa Maru. Eyes met and narrowed; grips tightened around weapons; feet scuffed the dusty, ashy earth. There was a moment of silence that was almost reverent.

 

Then, Zaktan turned tail and ran away.

 

Whooping and laughing like children playing tag, spines and armaments splayed wild with their impertinence towards life, the other five followed him, and the Toa Maru gave chase.

 

Houses were hurdled, pedestrians pummeled, shops shaken, alleys abused, roads rampaged, and buildings blasted in the ensuing, pell-mell run of the Piraka. They bounded across the Koro with wicked speed and disregard for damages; on their tails, the Toa Maru proceeded as carefully as they could without sacrificing their velocity. The twelve runners – exhibiting the athleticism of jumpers, acrobats, and even (on one instance, involving Vezok and a Madu Cabolo) Kohlii players – exchanged shots of every variety as they sprinted, missing a foe here, grazing a foe there, accidentally-on-purpose setting property on fire and spreading Jitter around the Koro. The Piraka jeered and chortled and made raspberries at their pursuers, and at each other’s misfortunes.

 

Zaktan was the only one of his gang not enraptured by the highs of speed and chaos. The front of the pack of the pursued, he led his gang with purpose to the outer wall of the Koro, where the bridge across the Lava Lake – and, beyond that, the Dark Walk – waited for them. Even as guards watched the progress of the Piraka from below, they made no attempt to lower the bridge and trap the gang with the Maru; Akiri Jaller must have decided that, if a grand confrontation between the two potent forces was to occur, he would not stand in the way of allowing it to happen somewhere other than in his already ravaged Koro.

 

When Zaktan made it to the wall, he hopped from his last rooftop onto the ramparts, which he and the rest of the gang vaulted systematically over. There were no arrows at their backs, because the defenders of the Koro were afraid of hitting the Maru, who were still hot on the Piraka’s heels. Dodging their Toa pursuer’s elemental blasts over their shoulders, the Piraka dashed across the bridge, towards the black maw shallowly situated from the edge of the Lava Lake. Reidak almost succeeded in pushing Thok off the side of the bridge while they ran; unfortunately for Reidak, a powerful jet of water from Leah hit Thok squarely in the back simultaneously, propelling him far enough forward that he caught a crag on the lip of the perpendicular edge of the lake, and was able to scramble to the surface just in time to duck Oreius’ fireball. The Piraka were mere strides away from the Dark Walk, and the Maru were mere strides behind them.

 

“Avak!” Zaktan screeched as he passed inside. “Collapse the—“

 

“Tunnel, he knows!” Hakann roared as the rim of the passage passed over his head.

 

“Yeah!” Avak hollered, both in agreement and in outrage for having been spoken for.

 

As soon as he was past the entrance, Avak aimed his Seismic Pickaxe indiscriminately behind himself and up, and fired. Whether he’d made recent improvements to his weapon or he’d just gotten lucky was unclear, but the result was the same: the bolt of energy from the Pickaxe hit the roof of the tunnel and, with a rumble, the ceiling began to fall. Just as the last of the Piraka – Thok, throwing ornate curses at Reidak in front of him – got into the tunnel, the rain of dust and pebbles became a cascade of boulders. Reordin, who had been at the front of the pack of Maru, barely stopped short enough not to be hit by any of the falling rocks.

 

The Dark Walk’s mouth was totally blocked within moments; the Piraka, their jubilant, colorful hollers fueled by the adrenaline of their escape and the lust of their latest destruction, continued to run further down its gullet. Zaktan, against his will, would escort them all to the power that waited in the heart of dark places.

 

He felt the vial of Antidermis slosh anticipatorily.

 

OOC: Piraka to Kini-Nui.

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