Ignition Comics

2006 - Ignition Comic 3: Showdown

Adapted by Michael Larson. Edited by Jeff Douglas.

Hahli keeled over, unable to withstand Thok’s vertigo-inducing eyebeams. Even with her hands on the sturdy surface of the stone floor it felt like she was tumbling helplessly in the waves of a raging sea. She tried to reach for her weapon, but only succeeded in knocking it farther away. Trying to stand only resulting in falling back down onto her side.

Thok cackled as he loomed over her. “Struggle all you wish, Toa. I like prey that fights back!”

Pushing through the disorientation and pain, Hahli’s arm flared out and grabbed her laser harpoon. Aiming at the sound of Thok’s grating voice, she fired a blast from the advanced projectile weapon.

“Then this should leave you overjoyed.”

Caught off guard, Thok narrowly dodged in time. He dove to the side, and the blast obliterated the wall behind him. He looked at it and smiled before turning back to Hahli. “Sneaky! You would make a wonderful Piraka. Ever think of changing sides?”

But the Toa was back on her feet. “If you think I’d even consider it…” she began, firing lightning-infused water from her palms. “…you’re in for a shock,”

The blast hit Thok like a pile-driver, jolting him with such ferocity that he was thrown into the ceiling above. He landed hard on the ground below.

“Pretty… pretty good, Toa,” Thok responded, slowly picking himself off the stone floor. “But you haven’t seen all my tricks yet… like this one.”

Hahli spun as stone hands taller than her erupted from the floor and came crashing down, threatening to pin her.

“I call it ‘let’s trap a Toa,’” Thok explained, as Hahli rolled to escape one, only to be caught by the other. At the Piraka’s command, the two stone hands merged into one binding structure around the Toa of Water.

“This won’t hold me—or don’t you know what water does to stone?” Hahli inquired.

Thok rolled his eyes, raising his ice gun. “Chill.”

But the ice beam never reached its target, Toa Matoro stepped in its path, absorbing the cold with his own energized ice sword.

“Firing at a helpless foe?” he asked. “That’s cold, Piraka.”

From behind him, there was an explosion, and a spray of disintegrated stone. Hahli stepped beside him, shooting him a look.

“Who are you calling helpless, my friend?”