CN4 - 1 - Skiing

“Help! Brother, help me!”

Kopaka whirled and saw Pohatu floundering in a drift. The Toa of Po-Koro had lost his footing and gone down. Without something solid to hold on to, Pohatu was finding it impossible to rise.

Frowning, Kopaka split his ice blade in two and attached the ends to his feet. In an instant, he was flying down the mountain on his power iceskates, sparks flying as the protodermis blades sliced through the ice. He was aiming for the curved lip of a ridge, and as always, his aim was true. His momentum sent him soaring through the chill air toward Pohatu.

Kopaka waited until he was at the height of his arc, then curled up and did a series of midair flips. He hit the slope at just the right angle and slid to a stop beside the fallen Toa.

“I will help you up,” Kopaka said, as quietly as a snowfall. “Then you will leave my land.”

“I have a better idea,” replied Pohatu, springing to his feet. “I’ll get up on my own, thanks, and then we’ll travel together.”