Rhow chuckled as well as Viloz humor. But Taoki's question was quite valid as well. The Skakid turned to Iraanus. "It's your gig. What are we looking for here?" she asked.
"A friend?" Tupua said slowly, eyeing the Matoran carefully. "Most definitely..."
"Not." Taipo finished the sentence, his Kampilan at the ready.
"Who are you?" Tupua asked the Matoran figure.
"Tupua my old friend...you disappoint me. Has it really been so long ago now that you do not remember me?"
Behind Tupua, a gasp was heard. Glancing at the source, Tosp and Kythera could see the look of recognition on Taipo's face. The sword in his hand was trembling slightly and his eyes bore an obvious look of disbelief. "Tupua...it's..." he started to say. His brother nodded. "I know...he's one of them."
"Why didn't we sense him sooner?" Taipo hissed, concerned. "I don't know." Tupua hissed back, never moving his eyes away from the Matoran.
"What do you want?" the dark Toa demanded, his hand clenched around his scythe's handle.
Another chuckle came from the black Matoran, his red eyes glowing as if they were two pieces of burning charcoal behind his mask. He smiled. "A lot of things, all of which I will have in time. But right now, all I want is you."
Taipo's grip around his sword tightened. Tupua caught his brothers expression out of the corner of his eye. He slightly spread the fingers of his right hand, a subtle sign for Taipo to remain calm.
"Me?" the dark Toa asked with narrow eyes. "What do you want with me? How did you even get here?"
"Patience!" the Matoran called, raising his hands, his smile broadening. "For somebody who takes pride in cold logic and with your skills, I am surprised to see you like this. It does not fit you." He chuckled again. Taipo really started to hate the sound. He shifted his stance to an offensive position, ready to strike if the Matoran did anything. The dark ones eyes however were fixated on Tupua, who kept his composure, standing like a statue between the Matoran and his companions, his scythe firmly in his hand. Taipo could only tell by the strength with which his brother held the weapon how unsettling this whole encounter was.
"Do not worry Tupua. You will have the answers to all your questions soon enough. But first, relinquish your weapon and come with me."
Behind his skull-like Tryna, Tupua glared at the Matoran. "Over my dead body." he said coldly.
"That does not make any difference to me." the Matoran replied casually. "So be it."
And with that, the dark being launched itself at the three Toa and one Vortixx, faster than any of them had anticipated.
Edited by Vezok's Friend, Jul 26 2012 - 01:41 PM.