"Oh for the love of-" The matoran are blown away/Gravitied away/Frozen/Intercepted by rapidly grown trees/flooded away/Intercepted with stone/Redirected by moving earth beneath their feet. "Kelvon, get to work with your mask. Everyone else, watch for those shadow matoran." The toa give varied forms of 'yes'.
A shadow leech goes flying through the air noiselessly and smacks the back of the toa of plantlife's head.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" The toa screams when his head is engulfed by a light-sucking leech. Kelvon promptly freezes and shatters the leech. "I feel... Weird..." "Of course you do. That was one of the leeches that's been corrupting the matoran." "One of the...! Wait, I'm gonna turn evil now?" "Not if I can help it. Vernoil, that one matoran you bumped into seemed to turn a lighter grey for a moment. Do you think you can...?" "That's... Not a bad idea." The toa of water extends a hand toward Folnyr, the shrunken Bo-toa. Her aura of purity begins to erode the barrier preventing the small missing bit of Light from returning to him.
Trasix's mad skills combined with his rocket limbs allow him to blow away or dodge any leeches. He shoots up and flies into the warehouse.
The toa see the fleeing matoran and follow. Kelvon uses his mask on the ground before doing so, seeing the past... Zyglak... He gets yanked out of the effect by a fellow toa. "C'mon!"
Two slabs of ice are formed to block raining leeches...
Trasix, inside, rips a tarp off of one of his creations and goes through the startup sequence.
The toa dash in and Kelvon freezes the building shut for the moment. "What is that?"
Trasix yells over the loud startup of the two big prop engines. "THIS?! THIS IS MY TICKET OUT OF HERE. IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW FIT YOUR ENTIRE TEAM IN TWO PASSENGER SEATS YOU CAN COME"
The toa dash in and Kelvon freezes the building shut for the moment. "What is that?"
Trasix yells over the loud startup of the two big prop engines. "THIS?! THIS IS MY TICKET OUT OF HERE. IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW FIT YOUR ENTIRE TEAM IN TWO PASSENGER SEATS YOU CAN COME"
They turn toward Folnyr. "...Uh. Oh. Kay." The toa closes his eyes and focuses. ... ZATHOOK The team shrinks to six inches tall, the toa of stone still using his pehkui. "Voila... That took a lot..." The team piles in.
Trasix yells over the loud startup of the two big prop engines. "THIS?! THIS IS MY TICKET OUT OF HERE. IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW FIT YOUR ENTIRE TEAM IN TWO PASSENGER SEATS YOU CAN COME"
They turn toward Folnyr. "...Uh. Oh. Kay." The toa closes his eyes and focuses. ... ZATHOOK The team shrinks to six inches tall, the toa of stone still using his pehkui. "Voila... That took a lot..." The team piles in.
Trasic takes the pilot seat and fires some Fire at the hanger doors, melting away the ice. He reaches for a trigger as he slams the canopy closed.
The doors open rapidly, and Trasix pulls the small trigger next to the throttle. The brakes disengage and the plane goes forwards slowly, before the RATO pods kick in and, well, rocket it forwards, forcing kratoran to get out of the way or be bowled over.
They turn toward Folnyr. "...Uh. Oh. Kay." The toa closes his eyes and focuses. ... ZATHOOK The team shrinks to six inches tall, the toa of stone still using his pehkui. "Voila... That took a lot..." The team piles in.
Trasic takes the pilot seat and fires some Fire at the hanger doors, melting away the ice. He reaches for a trigger as he slams the canopy closed.
The doors open rapidly, and Trasix pulls the small trigger next to the throttle. The brakes disengage and the plane goes forwards slowly, before the RATO pods kick in and, well, rocket it forwards, forcing kratoran to get out of the way or be bowled over.
"Wait, you're a matoran. How can you shoot fire?" WHEE FLIGHT The toa cling to the seatbelt for dear life.
Trasic takes the pilot seat and fires some Fire at the hanger doors, melting away the ice. He reaches for a trigger as he slams the canopy closed.
The doors open rapidly, and Trasix pulls the small trigger next to the throttle. The brakes disengage and the plane goes forwards slowly, before the RATO pods kick in and, well, rocket it forwards, forcing kratoran to get out of the way or be bowled over.
"Wait, you're a matoran. How can you shoot fire?" WHEE FLIGHT The toa cling to the seatbelt for dear life.
Most of the kratoran chose getting bowled over, trying to get on or inside in any way to corrupt the toa and ta-matoran.