Kronan paled. "There is no way I will use that. Uh-uh. No."
Coral pointed towards a cluster of huts. "there are some spare huts at the South end of the village."
The group of matorans accept the weapons, and, after inspecting them and messing around for a while, they all go to their huts to sleep for the night. When they wake up, the morning was very quiet. Not a peaceful quiet, however. The noises of the village were gone, and the matorans could no longer hear the talking of the inhabitants. Kronan frowned. He stepped outside his hut to see a burnt, destroyed ruin of a town. The forges: gone. The huts: flattened. The shops: in ruins. Coral stepped out besides him. her eyes widened. "Wha-?"
Kronan scanned the area, looking for enemies. Suddenly, the wall crumbled to the ground, revealing a large group of Bohrok. Kronan pulled out his spear.When he grabbed it, it started to emanate black energy, with wisps of green. One of the Bohrok caught sight of this. "The Kra-Ma-URK." It stopped all of a sudden as a spear sprouted from his chest. Kronan had obviously thrown it and was now charging at the Bohrok group with his rapier.
The rest of the Bohrok looked at their dead brother and glared at Kronan. They sunk into various battle stances, obviously ready for a fight.
Kronan was in the midst of the group, parrying and striking faster than any regular matoran. Something about his form was... not natural. Wherever his rapier hit, it left a spot of black energy. Coral gave one glance at the fight and ducked into all of the huts, yelling, "GET UP, GET UP! WE GOT A SITUATION!"