OOC: 'Gray' from Le-Wahi
IC: 'Gray' (Mangaia)
Her steps were light and careful as she slowly made her way down the smooth-edged tunnel, the red hue clashing with the icy glow of her eyes and heartlight, and in a strange way appearing to overpower them. Here, in the bowels of Makuta’s former realm, no other light could exist beyond the strongest of them all, a light of purity and clarity, a light which for her had long been unattainable.
Although the Master of Shadows no longer nested here, his claim to this realm was still indisputable, no one but him could ever call this place home now.
She shuddered; shivering from toe to fingertip, maybe going down here wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Her sight was more or less useless here; the blood-red light didn’t do it any good. So she was forced to rely on her other senses; smell, taste, touch and, most importantly, hearing. She closed her eyes.
How ironic that for once that would turn out to be a mistake.
She continued walking, slowly feeling out the road before her with her staff reduced to a walking cane, completely unable to spot at first the lurking presence in the shadows, staying just out of sight, skipping from hiding spot to hiding spot.
A Son of Makuta was watching her, slowly making its way towards her, clutching its staff tightly in anticipation as it made no sound whilst approaching her.
The Rahkshi’s head and spine was almost invisible, the bladed silver fin and the burning orange eyes being the only elements to stand out from the deep, charcoal black. In every other aspect, the Rahkshi was colored a plain, featureless gray, much like the Toa it was preparing to ambush.
In the dark, dim realm of Mangaia, a scream was for a split-second heard, before silence took hold again.
She wailed in pain from the gash across her back, where the bladed staff had dug into her body, gritting her teeth as her eyes slammed open. She twisted her aching back and neck to see, finding the Rahkshi of Silence looming over her poised to strike the finishing blow, something reminiscent of a sadistic sneer apparent across its reptilian face.
It had made short work of this servant of good, yes; its father would be very pleased.
But it was mildly surprised to see the Toa evade its finishing thrust with blinding speed, disappearing from its sight for a moment or two before he saw her stand before him, panting, and keeping the weight off her back.
The hiss was simultaneously a threat and a warning in her ears, and she cringed as she tightened her grip around her staff. This Rahkshi had a power that left her elemental skills void, her most powerful weapon was useless, and now she was injured.
But she was not going to let up, for she still had her speed and her weapons.
Her back screamed loudly in protest as she dashed forward, swinging her staff into a stalemate with the other ones, the bladed crown of the Rahkshi’s staff just barely missing her shoulder.
She buckled, just barely avoiding a devastating swing from Makuta’s servant before wedging her staff between its legs in an attempt to trip it, twisting rapidly with the aid of her Kakama…
She didn’t hear much now, but she did hear the dry groan as the staff broke in two.
She tumbled across the floor from her momentum, by pure luck avoiding the Rahkshi’s next blow. She looked at the broken splinter of wood in her hand in panic… this creature’s power was immeasurable.
Her back was groaning again, she gritted her teeth and fought it as she got back to her feet.
She turned to face it again, her mind racing for a solution.
She could not overpower it, or outrun it, not with her injured back… but maybe she could outwit it.
She reached for her waist, unsheathing her small knife, and also reached for her quiver producing an arrow. The creature had robbed her of one of her senses… it was time to return the favor.
The Rahkshi hissed and lunged forward, swinging its weapon expertly to catch her in its wide range, while she tried her best to use her speed to its fullest and get closer.
She succeeded, lunging at the Rahkshi’s face with the knife and arrow, digging them into the Rahkshi’s eyeholes.
The Rahkshi wailed as its sight was painfully removed, but it was not done. Quickly regaining its concentration, it took advantage of her close position to it and locked her in a tight grip, squeezing her injured back like a vice.
She screamed again, at the top of her lungs, the pain in her wound grinding at her sanity, blinding her to all else.
“Make it stop… Mata Nui make it stop”
The Rahkshi hissed in triumph, victory was within its grasp, and it was going to savor it.
Her feet wrapped around one of its feet, pulling with all her strength, this time succeeding in tripping the Rahkshi over, both of them tumbling around each other… and making the Rahkshi lose its grip on its staff.
She felt it immediately, the dampening field grew weaker, allowing room for her power to flow, she could hear again, and never had she been so glad to know that. A triumphant fire erupted in her spirit as she moved to fight back.
She gripped the Rahkshi’s head in her hands, and poured her energies into her fingertips, seeing them almost blur from the massive burst of power.
But even that was nothing compared to seeing the creature’s head crumbled to dust before her eyes.
The last hint of a diabolical hiss reached her ears as the Rahkshi fell limply before her, defeated.
Her blood was pounding, her back was aching, her reserves were dry and her mind was clouded and tired… but she was alive.
She picked up the Rahkshi’s staff, weighing it in her hand… yes; this would make a suitable replacement.
She leaned on her new weapon, observing the carcass before her, and spit at the ground before it.
Supporting herself with the staff, she limped through Mangaia, keeping as quiet as she could to not be ambushed again.
She would have to get out of here quick.
OOC: 'Gray' is open for interaction, and she could really use some help