Sorry. I didn’t know if it was a standard Toa of Lightning or not. I apologize, and will fix it in the story.
Chapter three
Things had begun happening, and fast. Jerik lay crumpled in a corner, where the being had flung him. Makara had his Ion Projector out and was blazing away at the winged monster standing amid the remains of Jerik’s restaurant. Doritos had produced an AL-17 laser pistol from amid her jacket and was firing rapidly and inaccurately at the being. The two of them had succeeded in destroying the bar and much of the front wall when the being shouted something in a strange language and fired a blast that looked like some sort of rotor. The blast hit Makara right in the face, and he fell down, mumbling confused words.
“What the heck was that for?”, screamed Doritos, and let loose with a spray of 27 laser blasts, which did absolutely nothing to the being, other than add a selection of scratches to its armor.
“Would you really wish to know?”, said the being. “I could tell you, but you wouldn’t care. You are so filled with hate for me and my kind that you would not stop yourself from killing me if you could.”
Doritos’ eyes narrowed in anger as she raised her blaster one more time, but she had already hesitated too long. Another blast struck her, and she crumpled into a heap amid the wreckage.
Several minutes later, the winged figure left the building, carrying a blade that was a legend in it’s own right: Torani, the blade of Jerik. It was a word that had struck fear into the hearts of Skrall and Glatorian alike. It was a weapon that could unite a nation. A very particular nation…
Meanwhile, in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, Toa Senit was beginning to awaken. Her head rang with the sound of a metal grinder, the one that Doritos had attempted to use on her mask. Thankfully, it had done no serious damage, only decorating it with a pattern of silver scratches. Senit drew on her power, and began burning through the ropes tying her to the tracks of an off-road transport. After several minutes of burning, she finally snapped the main knot, and was able to free her arms.
Soon, she was standing in what was one of the strangest laboratories in Bara Magna, filled with rusted components, weapons and ammunition, and a strange device housing the damaged fragments of an Olmak. How it had come to be there was a mystery to her. She knew that only two such masks had ever existed, and one was said to have been destroyed.
Senit drew her staff out of a nearby weapon rack and began quietly walking towards the door. Suddenly, she heard the sound of voices outside.
“Did you hear that sizzling?”
“Yeah, must be that Makara’s arc welder again. That crazy thing he has working for him must’ve left it running again. I’m going in to turn it off before he burns down the neighborhood.”
Senit gripped her weapon, prepared to fight to defend herself. The door creaked upwards, slowly, slowly. Outside, the sun was setting, and its rays shone through the space below the door, in a blinding arc of radiance. Creak, creak, creak. Still the door opened. Senit’s grasp tightened, and her staff began to crackle with electricity…
