IC: Crewo, Zorvon and Spellbinder (Archives)
Below Lhikan, in the dimly lit sub-level, stood a spindly figure with a wicked grin tearing across her mask. She had detected the many minds at battle, brought to her attention by Spinner's sudden moment of alarm before he was frozen.
Four Toa, three Hunters, that wasn't fair, now was it?
Small trickles of dust drizzled from the ceiling, one such streamer sputtering against the mad Ce-Toa's open, outstretched palm. She examined the fallout, quickly realizing the cause, the floor was losing its structural integrity thanks to Crewo's work, whatever it now was he was doing. In any case it threatened to drop Lhikan right in her lap, something she absolutely could work with.
Rather than wait for Crewo to go far enough, Spellbinder unleashed her powers with a mad cackle, mentally gripping around the roof's main support beam and tearing it clean from the concrete...
the floor gave way above her, and she threw up a psionic shield around herself for protection until the dust settled.
Crewo was completely taken by surprise when the floor gave way, he hadn't intended to go this far, but the sudden, ghastly howl of mad, sadistic joy that rung in his ears answered his question before it was asked.
But even then, the sudden surprise and quick drop made any immediate reaction impossible, even for him.
Crewo disappeared in the rubble.
Zorvon refrained from charging forward when he saw the results of his attack. He charged his sword to superheat, holding it before him ready to defend against any surprise movements while he switched back to his Akaku. A quick look confirmed that the creature was more or less all machine.
In that case, more heat was his best option.
Taking advantage of Karorahk's injured leg, Zorvon charged at the Mutant Rahkshi from his bad side, swinging his white hot sword at its head.