Corpus Rahkshi

OOC: Bullseye = Parkour King.

IC: Bullseye/Nynrah

Bullseye, having parkoured up the Causeway before anyone else, was waiting on the mainland. He looked back to see Hoto being helped by Era, and everyone else flying/walking behind them.

IC: Deadeye

Feeling the hilt of Shank, Deadeye grinned. "You see, my heroic friend, I did not aprieciate what you did to me in the infirmary. But I am more unappreciative of your friend who came along. And so my plan is, maybe I could get revenge on both of you with one operation." Deadeye laughed again.

IC: Toxin/Library

Toxin had been annoyed when he noticed Deadeye walk in. Knowing what the Rahk could do, he approached the crazy Rahk and the Rahkshi who was apparently reading about Toa, and tried to stop him.

"Are you here to read a book, or shred some more?"

IC: Root - Library

This... trickster was the Rahkshi he had interrogated in the Infirmary? And he was seeking revenge? Well, Root was not going to give in so easily! 

"F-f-face me, th-th-then! W-w-we will s-s-see who w-w-will f-f-fall in c-c-combat!"

There was the plant he was looking for. With a quick tap, Root's armor began to glow slightly, just enough to reveal the Laser Vision Rahkshi among the bookshelves. With a flick of the wrist, he sent a vine whip slicing towards his foe.

IC: Deadeye

"Oh I'm here to learn." Deadeye grinned. Hopefully learn about a Kraata's insides. The whip whooshed towards him but he jumped to the next shelf, out of the way. He pounced on Root, Shank and Stab facing towards the vigilante.

IC: Root - Library

Root rolled out of the way, his arm already growing a small shield of thick bark. With the hand, he grasped the tip of his staff, and thorny vines began to grow around the seed pods. If this one wanted to bring injury, he would receive some.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye lunged forward, letting his right arm swing the knife on its rope.

IC: Melody-Secret cave

Melody crawled into her secret cave so she could be alone for a while.

OOC: I won't be avalible tomorrow so Deadeye's plan will have to wait, whatever it is.

IC: Toxin
He ran back and decided to tell Suvak. He didn't think Suvak would take the time to deal with the fight, but it was worth a try.

OOC: Last post of my day.

IC: Root - Library

Root jumped forward to meet him, the shield positioned to catch the knife, and his staff swinging towards his foe's face, the thorns still growing to their full size.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye vaulted over the staff, one of the thorns catching him in the thigh. He then swung one of his knifes at his exposed back.

IC: Era - Mainland. 

"Okay, if you're sure..." Era said uncertainly, a she and Hoto reached the sandy shores of the mainland. "Let's not go anywhere near the village," she suggested to the group, "Mahrika, can you please take us to the exact spot where you saw these Visorak."

IC: Root - Library

The power in his swing left Root reeling, and as he stumbled for a moment, he felt a knife embed in his back. The various plants tangled there prevented most of the damage, but it still hurt. This Rahkshi was quick, so Root would have to be quicker. He twirled backwards, the staff swinging at his opponent once more, while his other hand pressed to his side, growing another plant there.

IC: Hoto - Causeway

When Hoto reached Nynrah, she was disappointed to see someone beat her. She was fast, but the slip must have slowed her down. She would have to be more careful.

She stood with the others and waited for Mahrika to catch up and tell them where to go.

IC: Deadeye

The swing lunged at him but Deadeye leaned back, dodging it. He then threw a punch at Root, wanting to knock him down.

IC: Root - Library

His swing missed again, but his next attack wasn't grown yet. He turned the miss into another twirl, then backed away for a bit more time. He taunted the Rahkshi with his staff, just asking for them to charge and do something foolish. His attacks weren't hitting, but as soon as this scoundrel slipped, he would be ready.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye ran at Root, thrusting his two knifes into his chest.

IC: Root - Library

A blind charge? How... droll. Root spun around them, his shield raised to catch the knives.

IC: Deadeye 

Deadeye pulled out the blades and threw his fist at Root's face.

IC: Root - Library

Root completed his turn to see a fist coming for his face. He stumbled backwards as it impacted, nearly dropping his next plant in the progress. He could recover, except the books still lay on the ground, and he tripped over them, collapsing on the ground. One plant was almost ready, but with his other hand he frantically searched for something to get him away or back up. He had dropped his staff as he instinctively tried to catch himself.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye slammed his foot down onto Root's face.

IC: Root - Library

He slammed backwards into the books at the impact, his faceplate denting under the foot. Before his foe could get in another strike, Root whipped out another vine and threw it back to tangle around a bookshelf. He gave it a hard yank, and his body slid out of the way, hopefully far enough to at least stand.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye sprung back up onto a shelf and pounced on Root again,.

IC: Root - Library

At last, he was ready to reveal what he'd been growing. His hand flew forwards, flinging out a wide net of vines to tangle his foe. 

Just try to evade that! He thought, triumphantly.

Still, he had a large and heavy Rahkshi falling towards him, so Root rolled out of the way again and got to his feet for the final blow.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye was caught in the net, and he struggled to cut through it with his knife.

IC: Root - Library

Before his foe could rise, Root started forward to bash him into unconsciousness with the blunt end of his staff. There was no need to grow more plants. This would be over quickly.

IC: Deadeye

The staff hit him in the face, making him feel woozy. He managed to focus enough to fire blinding beams of light through his eyes at Root.

IC: Root - Library

Of course, how could he forget the laser vision powers? Before he could deliver another attack, his vision was suddenly lit up by the light, and he stumbled forwards, tripping over the prone body of his enemy. He blinked to try and clear away the spots, but he knew he would be vulnerable for the moment. He curled up and grasped his sides. The plants covering his body began to swell and grow, providing a bit more cover while his vision returned, but limiting his movement.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye finally cut the net open and grabbed Root's head, pulling it up and slamming it back down.

IC Kat:

I hope they'll be okay. But, as it was, someone had to keep an eye on Omega and Fang.

Even if said person was still recovering from a head wound.

IC Poly:

I continued to eat slowly, savor ing the ability to simply lift food Into my mouth.

Truly, it was the simple things.

~not alone~

Right.

OOC both open for interaction.

IC: Root - Library

The plants protected him from the worst of the impact, but stars still flashed before his eyes.

Get up and fight like a hero! You cannot perish under this unworthy hand!

But in his covering, he could do little more than roll. So he did, back and forth, trying to prolong his fate while he thought of a plan.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye kept stabbing, missing each time. "You know if you stop struggling I'll try to refrain from torturing you when I catch you." Deadeye said, grinning.

IC: Root - Library

Root could feel the knife sliding off his armor and knew it was time for drastic measures. If he didn't act soon, he would perish.

"A h-h-hero n-n-never s-s-surrenders!" He cried from inside the shell. His arms reached around in the small amount of room he had, but at last he grasped what he was looking for. With a burst of power, thorns erupted from the plants around him to impale the hand stabbing at him.

IC: Deadeye

His hand suddenly spiked with pain. He looked down to see it was bleeding as a thorn had stabbed it. Deadeye growled and threw a punch with his other hand at Root.

IC: Root - Library

Root could only feel a dull thumping through the plants as his attacker continued to punch him. The thorns and the shell were a temporary solution. He needed to find a way to break free and finish this fight in a glorious way! He began to roll faster off to the side, the remaining thorns slicing through the air as his shell withered away. With his limbs free, he tried to push himself up again.

IC: Deadeye

Deadeye tried to swing his knifes at the vigilante.

IC: Root - Library

Root saw his foe approaching as he turned and just kept rolling... into a bookcase. It was now or never. He could no longer play evasive. His staff was gone, but he still had several salvageable plants. He reached a hand back to pop oven his Kraata case and pulled out a gnarled and twisted vine. As he yanked on it, small bulbs began to take form along its length. He could win this, he just needed time. He stooped down into a battle stance, ready to jump out of the way of a knife strike.

IC: Deadeye

By the time Root looked back at him, Deadeye was gone....kind of. He had sprung up onto a shelf, up into the shadows. He watched, amused at Root's confusion.

IC: Root - Library

Root was momentarily confused, but he knew that an unseen enemy was even more dangerous than a seen one, and he had to remain calm and find them before they found him. The vine had sprouted several small buds, and he ripped it off into one hand. With the other, he lit up his armor again to provide better visibility, then grew another shield. At least this disappearance had given him time to recover.

IC: Deadeye

"All heroes need a nemesis, my little vigilante." Deadeye said, stalking Root. "Call me....Deadeye." Deadeye said. And with that, he jumped out of the shadows, foot raised at Root's face.

IC: Root - Library

Ah, the villain's first mistake: speaking while hiding. No villain could resist the urge to reveal their plans to the hero, even in such an unwitting manner as this! Without thinking or taking the time to respond, Root swung his vine towards the voice, the bulbs flying off to deliver their poison. Given time, the poison could render a victim unable to walk for days, but Root didn't have time, so a bit of nausea would have to be sufficient. He stepped forwards and raised his shield to ward off any incoming blows before responding. No battle was complete without some heroic banter!

"Y-y-you are unw-w-worthy of m-m-my heroics, D-D-Deadeye! P-p-playing at v-v-villainy when y-y-you're j-j-just a c-c-coward!"