The matoran struggles around the pounding stones and narrowly misses being crushed by one of the massive boulders.
The rock golem falls on its side and swings an arm to catch itself, hitting Decu square in the chest and knocking the wind out of him.
When the matoran managed to land from the mighty blow, he found himself within inches of the Energized Protodermis...
The silvery doom launches out at the Matoran and touches him.
"Graaaahhhhhh!!!!!!! It BURRNZZZZZZ!!!!!" Instead of evaporating, the matoran begins to take on a new form, one of a disfigured toa. He screams in agony when muscles shift and grow into one another, when his cry pierces his audio receptors with such intencity, when his bionic organs rearrange themselves inside his chest for no apparent reason, when his armor mutates into a mess of shrapnel coated around him and cutting him whenever he strugled, but most of all when he realized that it wasn't killing him, it was transforming him.
Whether it was Destiny, or his mental inclination toward anger that amused the EP, he had become a toa. A toa with spiked armor fused through his skin, a bent back frame, and sharp claws at the ends of his fingers, but a toa nonetheless.
The silvery doom launches out at the Matoran and touches him.
"Graaaahhhhhh!!!!!!! It BURRNZZZZZZ!!!!!" Instead of evaporating, the matoran begins to take on a new form, one of a disfigured toa. He screams in agony when muscles shift and grow into one another, when his cry pierces his audio receptors with such intencity, when his bionic organs rearrange themselves inside his chest for no apparent reason, when his armor mutates into a mess of shrapnel coated around him and cutting him whenever he strugled, but most of all when he realized that it wasn't killing him, it was transforming him.
Whether it was Destiny, or his mental inclination toward anger that amused the EP, he had become a toa. A toa with spiked armor fused through his skin, a bent back frame, and sharp claws at the ends of his fingers, but a toa nonetheless.
He lifts up a hand toward the rock golem, and a sonic wave shatters it into pieces. "The power... It's mine." The toa of Sonics takes a step forward, and his smile vanishes as a shock of pain greets him everywhere his armor is fused in. Gritting his teeth, Decu marches for Atero-Nui in a slow fasion.
"Graaaahhhhhh!!!!!!! It BURRNZZZZZZ!!!!!" Instead of evaporating, the matoran begins to take on a new form, one of a disfigured toa. He screams in agony when muscles shift and grow into one another, when his cry pierces his audio receptors with such intencity, when his bionic organs rearrange themselves inside his chest for no apparent reason, when his armor mutates into a mess of shrapnel coated around him and cutting him whenever he strugled, but most of all when he realized that it wasn't killing him, it was transforming him.
Whether it was Destiny, or his mental inclination toward anger that amused the EP, he had become a toa. A toa with spiked armor fused through his skin, a bent back frame, and sharp claws at the ends of his fingers, but a toa nonetheless.
He lifts up a hand toward the rock golem, and a sonic wave shatters it into pieces. "The power... It's mine." The toa of Sonics takes a step forward, and his smile vanishes as a shock of pain greets him everywhere his armor is fused in. Gritting his teeth, Decu marches for Atero-Nui in a slow fasion.
The Toa Kranok perilously cross the plains of the wahi. Tholot uses his powers of Ice to control the raging storm around them.
Their leader, Toa Krunad was last seen in the vicinity of this wahi. Vuulta hoped dearly the rumours were true. She longed to see her captain. It seemed like ages ago when the Kranok and the Kra-Hagah team clashed on the beaches of the southern continent of the Matoran Universe. It had been a great battle. It cost the lives of two of her comrades, whom Vuulta missed dearly. Krunad, weighed heavily down by his dark side, was merciless in retaliation. He slew his old friend Dertre in an act of rage.
That was the last the Kranok saw of their leader. When the Matoran Universe landed on Bara Magna, and the great wars broke out, they were separated. But the Kranok never gave up searching for their leader.
We need him now more then ever. And face it, he needs us.
Toa Krunad looks across the white plain. The snow and ice swirl around his mask, but he does not care. He wanted to curl up on the mountain side, and let the ice cover him, a tomb fit for someone as dark as himself. He had no proper existence anymore. He had murdered his one time best friend. He had killed in the battle on Bara Magna. He was not a Toa anymore. He was a Zyglak. Despised, feared, and evil. He wanted to rid himself of life.
But his Rage would never let him. Rage towards the being that had made him this way. Kolokvar. Perhaps when Kolokvar's empty shell lay at his feet, and his antidermis was fed to the volcanoes of the north, then he would be free. One last murder. One last Death.
The Kranok, safe from the snow, gain ground on their leader. They identify the tracks of a Toa in the snow, half buried by the heavy snowfall. They hurry to make up the ground between them
There was once an island where Kra matoran dwelt, living their lives peacefully. Then the Makuta came, and, claiming the island as their own, built it up into a massive island fortress. The Kra-matoran, being linked to shadow themselves were willing to help the Makuta, and, as the years wore on they increasingly devoted their efforts to the Brother-Hood's war efforts. The matoran became skilled in the creation of unique and strange technologies, and the island was prized by its leader. And then one day, it vanished, never to be seen from again. A particular spot on this frozen plain once hosted this impressive facility, but, where the fortress once stood, all that now remains is ice. Cold, desolate, and uncaring ice.