IC: Skrall / Metru-Magna Wilderness
Three Glatorian marched alongside a small carriage, with a rather tame looked Spikit dragging it along. The backpart of the carriage was open, and the fourth member of their lot sat with a rather bored expression whilst his fellows trudged alongside the slow moving transport. The actual people being transferred - a pair of Agori - sat comfortably in an enclosed space closer to the front, while a Matoran seemed to be enjoying what was otherwise an all too hot and uncomfortable day whilst driving the Spikit forward.
Skrall remained hidden, on his belly looking at them from the side of the road with the sun at his back. If there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that there were still a few people using the roads in order to close the small distances between the smaller satelite cities where nobody bothered to make new chute lines.
Things like this were what he was looking for, and as he watched the vehicle move, he drew his sword. Out of the blue, he aimed his weapon and fired, sending a blast of energy. The pulse bolt grew in strength as it flew, before finally hitting the Matoran driver with enough force to send him flying out of the seat and putting a lethal dent in his armor. He was dead.
Before any of the guards had a chance to gather their defenses, or indeed register what had just happened, an over-ripe Thornax fruit struck their man furthest from Skrall directly in the chest. The explosion knocked him on his back, and the chemical release of the gases and the explosion of the shell caused severe damage. He began to scream in pain.
By then, the guards were ready. But now with only three left, and the screams of their companion, they were at a morale issue. The leader jumped from the carriage and began barking orders. But that only confirmed what Skrall had been expecting, and he turned his focus to the leader figure. Another pulse bolt flew out, but the Glatorian was quick enough to avoid it. The burst struck near the carriage, and shook it badly, whilst also spooking the Spikit, which reared and ran off.
Skrall had a predicament - either stop the carriage or kill a guard. He chose the first one, and even as the guards advanced on his position, he fired a pulse bolt, causing the Spikit to stop and try to move back, throwing the carriage back and getting itself tangled up. The carriage was thrown to its side, while the two headed beast began ripping at its harness in an attempt to get away.
Now, one of the guards was close enough to aim his own launcher. It was not a Thornax launcher as he expected however, but an arm mounted Rhotuka launcher. The guard let lose the wheel of energy, forcing Skrall to fire another pulse bolt to knock it off course and send it flying away.
One of the guards came close now, and Skrall was forced to raise his shield to block his sword blow. The Glatorian attempted to raise his own shield as Skrall came down on him, but he underestimated the warriors strength. A number of rapidly thrown, repeated blows hammered into the Glatorians shield before he stumbled back. Skrall slammed his shield into the guard, pushing him back further, and then aimed his sword, sending another pulse bolt to knock the guard on his back.
Another Rhotuka barely missed him, and Skrall turned to the source of his difficulties, firing a pulse bolt which was then itself deflected by a follow up Rhotuka. From there he began to launch a flurry of the pulse bolts. The guard attempted to let lose a Rhotuka and dodge away, but eventually the Skrall managed to get a hit. The unfortunate guard was struck in the knee, which was blown out, and he was forced to the ground.
What he didn't see at all was when he heard a click, and the voice of the leader guard saying, "I hope you're happy, Skrall scum. I just hope you know the bounty on your kind is gonna get me out of this job. Serves you right - I lost plenty of friends in that war."
The Skrall cursed himself for letting an opponent come at him from his (literal) blind side. Luckily, this Glatorian saw fit to gloat, rather than end the battle with honor and integrity. Though he couldn't see his opponent, he could picture him putting the gun to his head. Skrall wouldn't have any of that, and he swung his shield up, striking his opponents arm. The trigger went off, but the bullet flew past. Still, it put a loud ringing in the Skalls ear, and he was forced to double back.
The guard, too, was put off by the blow he took, but quickly raised his weapon and went to fire again. Skrall quickly moved to put up his shield, but barely had it up in time. Just below the bladed tips of the fshield, the bullet was caught in the exterior plate of the shield. Shield up, he quickly moved forward before the guard could try again, swinging his blade. What he didn't expect was for the Glatorian to whip out his own, rather thin blade. The swords collided.... and Skrall felt a powerful blast to the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"This sword is a modified Repeller. Whenever you strike it, you..." the Guard began, moving forward with his gun aimed, before being struck in the face by a Rhotuka launcher fired from behind - and in such away it would have struck Skrall had he still be standing. The power of the spinner went into effect, and ice rapidly formed over the guard leaders head, freezing it completely solid. He fell to the ground immediately, killed.
Skrall stood up slowly, surveying the field. The guard he had struck with the Thornax was still screaming; the one he had hit up close was just finishing standng up, while the Rhotuka user was struggling to get high enough to fire another shot, and apparently cursing his untimely shot when trying to hit the Skrall.
As the guard who had just stood up stared at him, Skrall showed no emotion as he fired another few pulse bolts. The first ones merely struck the shield, but eventually the guards arm was too damaged by the repeated blows he dropped it, allowing himself to be struck with unconscious bringing force. Skrall advanced on the guard and swung his sword down, chopping off his adversaries head.
Skrall began to move closer the guard with the Rhotuka spinner. The guard tried firing another shot, but the Skrall was able to knock it out of the way before firing another pulse bolt, this one directed at the launcher. The launcher was shattered apart, leaving the Glatorian defenseless. Skrall put his foot on the Glatorians chest as he moved in, before raising his sword and going for the decapitating blow.
The Agori in the carriage attempted to run as the heads began to roll, moving away from their attempts to provide attention to the screaming guard. Skrall would have none of that, and fired a number of shots, forcing the Agori to stop and turn to him.
Once he had closed in on them, he stared at the terrified looking Agori. These were no members of the lower class; these two had quite a bit of money. And likely good supplies. "You two tried to flee." he said. "There is only one treatment for cowards."
Another five minutes passed before Skrall had finished his clean up detail and cut the Spikit free, allowing it to flee. Leaving all of the tools and weaponry of the guards on their bodies, he looked at the supplies in the carriage. There appeared to be a lot of (now broken) pottery, but there was also something much more important - food and water; two meals worth for seven people, a total of fourteen which would be enough to keep him fed for a week.
He decided now would be a good time to enjoy the first of his spoils, as he hadn't eaten anything to day, and he doubted anyone would pop up on this road fro the rest of the week, if that. So, in the hot of the day, he began his meal consumption, trying to enjoy himself as much as he could.
-Toa Levacius Zehvor