On August 9th, I set out to do a photoshoot of Ekimu and Kulta. On August 10th, I announced it on my photography topic. If it wasn't obvious, it's been quite a while.
I worked on it at quite a steady pace until the final stage of the work was about halfway done, then I just left it and it sat dormant. So I decided to finally stop being lazy and finish it today, so here it is.
Keep in mind, this was a one-shot project, as I am only using pictures from that day, and didn't take any new/better ones in the following days. I had to make due with what I took; some pictures I'm not so proud of, others I am quite pleased with.
So sit back, scroll, and enjoy.
Also, I suggest you listen to this while reading/viewing.
“Kulta, I cannot allow you to do this,” Said Ekimu, the great Mask Maker.
The Skull Grinder turned around and faced Ekimu. Behind the mask a crooked grin stretched across his face.
“So the brave Mask Maker has decided to finally face me,” He mocked, “Where are your Toa? Have they abandoned you?”
“I’m only going to ask you once; lay down your weapon and return to me the Mask,” Said Ekimu.
The brute let out an evil laugh.
“You are in no position to give orders,” He replied, “Okoto is no longer under your control. The age of Makuta’s reign has begun.”
The Skull Grinder’s massive frame towered over Ekimu. He held his large mace in a single hand, resting it on his shoulder.
Even the great Mask Maker was intimidated.
But Ekimu stood strong. He knew that if he failed this the island of Okoto was doomed- He had no choice but to face Kulta.
Kulta grabbed his mace in both hands and began to slowly advance.
Then he lifted his arms and threw them down with full force.
Ekimu blocked the hit with his shield, but was staggered heavily by the blow.
Kulta rained terror down upon Ekimu as he relentlessly swung his mace over and over again.
He reared back once more, this time calling upon the energy of the Mask of Creation into the head of his mace. Ekimu raised his hammer, too. They both swung at each other at the same time.
The weapons collided, creating a shockwave of energy and shattering the head of Ekimu’s hammer.
The hammer flew from Ekimu’s hand in pieces.
Kulta quickly took action and disarmed Ekimu while he was still staggered.
He then caught Ekimu’s arm with the prongs of his mace and hurled him to the side.
Ekimu violently collided with a tree and landed on his back.
His left arm was stripped of its armor, and an intense pain overcame his back.
The Skull Grinder stepped towards him, a wicked laugh came quietly from behind the golden mask.
“I will commend you for putting up a fight, but you truly are foolish believing that you still have power.” Said Kulta proudly, “All of your power harnessed within a single mask- So easily taken away.”
He lifted his leg and sent his large foot down, landing on Ekimu’s right arm and making a dreadful cracking noise.
He grabbed Ekimu once again with his mace and pinned him against the tree.
“That power belongs to me now.”
He threw the Mask Maker once again, and walked over to where he had landed.
He grabbed Ekimu by the neck and dragged him to a rock, where he held the Mask Maker’s head against it.
Kulta leaned in close to the Mask Maker, and whispered a final word.
“Do you ever wonder why they call me ‘The Skull Grinder’?”
A gruesome scraping sound could be heard throughout the woods. Metal against rock.
The Skull Grinder took the mask from the defiled corpse and held it high in the air. He had defeated the great Mask Maker, the ruler of Okoto.
He threw the mask down and left it on the ground.
Kulta, the Skull Grinder, had won.
The Toa have failed.