IC (Oreius, Inu)
They're attacking our city.
Attacking our city.
The taste of blood filled his mouth; the stench of smoke and brimstone choked his lungs; and fire flashed before Oreius' eyes as both Parakuka and Toa reeled in shock and sudden anger. Tahu's spirit flamed within them, eagerly licking up the news and stoking their surprise into an inferno that burned somewhere behind their sternum-
The Toa of Fire felt blood leaking from their palms where their fingernails pierced their skin, dripping. Their knuckles were white. Their teeth clenched, threatening to shatter like ceramic. The Piraka's face sneered in their mind's eye, and their chest tightened-
Each heartbeat was an eternity, a rumbling of thunder that shook the stars to their foundations and turned their vision red-
The Wanderer's voice called to them from somewhere far away. Reluctantly, they returned, eyes blinking away the mist, pulling the room back into focus. They saw... he saw his brothers and sister watching them... him warily. Stannis waited for an answer, his eyes sharp as glass. The floor was wet.
“I met the blue one,” Oreius said. His voice sounded odd in his ears: too quiet, and too cold. “Agile. Smart, but short-tempered. Strong, but breakable.”
And we will break him.