IC (Shadowboxer): Fresh from his (moderate) success at the disk launcher, Krahua moved on, coming to a door. It opened easily enough, revealing what appeared to be nothing more than a storeroom. A jumble of furniture and machinery littered the room, and in the brief glimpse he had, there seemed to be no pattern to their arrangement. As soon as he had stepped through the door, it pulled shut behind him with a grinding of gears. Krahua found himself sealed inside a dark room, unable to see anything at all. Not even the cracks around the door let any illumination enter. A soft beeping sounded, off in the distance, then silence.
This, then seemed to be the challenge: to navigate through a jumbled room without sight. Krahua hoped that given a bit of time, his Onu-Matoran eyes would adjust, but he had no such luck. The darkness, it seemed, was total. The beep sounded a couple more times, presumably guiding him in the direction of the exit. He followed it cautiously, with arms outstretched so that he wouldn't bump into things without some warning.
He did bump into things, quite a lot of them, but never too badly, he thought. As he moved further across the room, he developed a kind of intuition for where the open space was, the places that were filled with nothing but deep shadow. He couldn't explain exactly why he felt this connection in the darkness, but it proved useful, so he followed it until eventually, his hand alighted on a door handle, and he burst back out into the bright light of Odina's empty plains.
The light burned him, so bright it was almost a physical pain to him. He had been so used to the cool embrace of the shadows that he shrank back into them now, rather than face the brightness of the outdoors. He narrowed the scope of his mask down as far as it would go, and blinked his watering eyes so furiously against the searing light that he was almost weeping. He couldn't remember ever having such difficulty adjusting his eyes before, not even after spending long days underground. Perhaps he had been in that room for longer than he thought.
Eventually though, his discomfort subsided, and Krahua was able to continue on through the maze. Another door waited in front of him, across a tiled area where some sections occasionally rose up to reveal a rope tied to their undersides before quickly sinking back down.
Expecting some kind of trap, Krahua cautiously approached the challenge. To his surprise, however, he was able to walk right up to the door without any apparent retribution. the tiles continued to rise and fall just as they had been doing before he arrived. The lack of any apparent danger was worrying him more than the dark room had, even when he had risked blundering into rusty blades or bringing a heavy cabinet down on himself.
He put his hand to the door - nothing happened. He turned the handle - still nothing. He pushed it open a little way, and it swung open easily - then met resistance. Krahau jumped back as it he had been stung, but the door only swung closed again. The Matoran shook his head. What was this about?
He tried to door again, but figured that it would only open a few inches - not nearly enough for him to squeeze through. As he jammed his head into the gap to get a view of the other side, he saw that it was being held back by a number of ropes affixed to it, ropes that didn't just stop at the doorframe, but wound back into the wall, and presumably back through to his side. They were the same ropes attached to the rising tiles. Understanding filled his mind before he could completely articulate the realisation. He would have to cut the ropes under the tiles, which would then release the door. It would be a test of speed and reaction times, to get to the rope under each rising tile before it sank back into the ground.
Smiling at having worked it out, Krahua jogged back to the front of the tiles, took up a ready stance in front of them. He was confident that he could beat this obstacle, and show why he was codenamed "Shadowboxer". A tile rose not far in front of him, and Krahua jabbed a fist forward. Just as his arm reached its fullest extent, a crackling bolt of shadow energy issued from his fist and crashed into the rope, severing it and leaving the frayed ends looking slightly charred. Another opened up, and Krahua spun towards it, punching out another shadow bolt. This one missed its mark slightly, but his follow-up connected dead-centre.
The rest of the ropes fell, one by one, as Krahua pushed himself to see just how fast he could go, and how few shots he could waste. By the time he was done and the door swung open, the courtyard was a wreck, still trailing a few dark wisps of shadow, but Krahua was smiling broadly. That challenge had actually turned out to be fun, and cathartic in its destructiveness. Bring on whatever comes next!, he thought.
The next challenge turned out to be a mundane net to climb, which he did, though slowly. After that, a series of wobbly rubber pillars provided safe passage across a pit. In this, unlike the net, Krahua was thankful for his small stature and weight.
Across the pit, Krahu turned a final corner to find himself at the finish line, where a number of trainees were already talking about their experiences in the maze. Krahu knew that he hadn't been very fast in getting through, but he was still pleased that he had managed to solve the puzzles and come through relatively unscathed. It seemed that some other hadn't been so lucky, particularly a hulking black brute with green eyes, whose arms looked to have seen shredded.