Hello again and thanks for bearing with me in my long absence of updates XD I've just been busy and on an artist's block, but now I've pulled it back together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bionicle, Varia or Yistran.
Warning: moderately strong language and implicit violence with a little gore
"RAGE"
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"YISTRAN!!!" Kalnur bellowed as his vision was bathed in a blood-red mist and his mind warped to thinking little farther that 'beat-the-stuffing-out-of-him-until-he-tells-what-happened' mode. "WHAT THE HELL YOU DID NOW?!?!" The Great Being said as he rushed to a somewhat startled –and very deranged- Great Being of Life.
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Said Great Being turned around, his face a mixture of boredom and contempt, and proceeded to summon ten clones of himself; the bloody git currently barreling towards him wasn't even worth his attention, let alone his awesome fighting skills and weapons, so he'd have the honor of trying to take on ten clones… oh, Yistran was so gonna enjoy watching this.
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Kalnur answered accordingly by growing an extra pair of arms and morphing his lower half into the appearance of an Artakha bull; wielding his tri-claw in one hand, his sword on the other and producing spears for the other arms to carry, Kalnur managed to run over three of them before another one took out his hook, tied it with a rope, and clothe-lined him.
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By this point, Yistran's good mood was starting to fade, not only had the idiotic brute dared to destroy three of his clones –eliminating their little consciousness' in his head, something Yistran didn't really like—but he had also charged in hopes of trying to maim him; outrageous!!!!
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Kalnur had managed to get on two feet again, and was holding off one of the clones with his claws while trying to cut him in two or something with his sword, two others were already disappearing in midair, with part of their limbs sprawled on the floor.
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Yistran was starting to feel good again, that lovely red mist that he always enjoyed was already starting to crawl on the edges of his vision, and maybe all this pointless battle would have something enjoyable after all. Smiling a sly smile, Yistran saw his sixth clone go down.
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Kalnur knew this battle was turning in Yistran's favor: while his enemy could make endless copies of himself, Kalnur's abilities so far were standard, VERY standard with the exception of his easiness in changing stuff, be it an inanimate object or his own body; had it not been for the rage giving him strength and sharpening his senses, he would have probably be much worse by now than he already was –slightly cracked mask, torn armor, small cuts and bruises, and dents in his blades from parrying those accursed hooks-- ,but he'd still fight until he got what he had come from.
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Yistran was only down to two clones now… impressive in his own opinion, but then again, they were just ten clones, even Varia could handle ten clones like they were twigs in a gale, and brute as his enemy might be, he had spent an awful lot of time with her, so she must have rubbed off something on him…. Another poison to be taken care of, yay!
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Kalnur panted as he managed to –messily—rip the last clone to shreds, if this was an entrée of what he was about to face, this was definitely the mort grim scenario since his standing up to the Nameless Ones in his own dimension… and everyone knew how THAT had ended.
During his battle two of his claws had broken off and his sword had cracked in the middle, he'd have to repair and strengthen those when he managed to walk away with his answer… a nice and kind of difficult prospect if you asked the two warriors.
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Yistran knew now was the moment to prove to "Kalnur" just how much trouble he had gotten into; never stick your hand into a Muaka's mouth if you can't escape being eaten whole, nuh-uh, really dumb.
The mad being took out his own sword, the outer edges slightly coated in hydrona; not enough to destroy the blade, but enough to make the cut many times more painful than most other swords made so far.
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Kalnur reacted just in time to kick Yistran's blade away from his chest and into the ground, after all, he had charged head-on against him, but he was too late to react as a clone that had been hiding behind him grabbed the two broken blades in the ground and stabbed him through the shoulder and torso simultaneously.
The scream could be heard through a thousand different dimensions.
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Yistran dumped the –still breathing— body into the small lake nearby; had it not been for the red mist he enjoyed so much, this battle… no… this pitiful attempt of a skirmish would have been otherwise boring and almost disgusting.
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As Kalnur sank into the depths of the lake, his armor torn and dented by Yistran's clones, his own blades piercing through his body, he started thinking about all that had brought him here.
His exile from his original dimension, the loss of his powers at the hands of a sister, being saved from a makuta by Varia and Vorx, his training under the Order of Mata Nui, him becoming a toa, the incursion to Gorst's stronghold, the arrival at Metru Nui, the Dark Hunter war, being kidnapped by ANOTHER Gorast into Spherus Magna, becoming one again and regaining powers, his arguments about the original Great Beings, fighting 'Kreya' and realizing she was something else... and just a few minutes ago, watching Varia being sent who knew where in who knew what state by the idiot who had just kicked his ass. Not pretty.
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Yistran watched as the body sank; his job done of ridding the dimension of poison, he walked towards the newcomer's fortress… that place should be torn down or turned to his uses… the small visit would decide that.
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As Kalnur's consciousness started to slip away, he saw a gleam in the water above him; it emanated such raw energy and change that the Rebel Great Being immediately felt pulled to it, as he managed to swim closer, he noticed two things: one, it was the Ignika mask of Life, and two, it wasn't the Ignika of this dimension... having nothing to lose and almost everything to win, he reached out for the mask...
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"Don't you DARE walk out on me Yistran! We're not finished yet!!"
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Well, hoped you liked it and sorry for taking so long to update again; I was busy and kinda lazy/uninspired too, still, I hope you enjoy it and review; after all, the next chapter will be the final chapter of Artakha Chronicles……