[color=#2f4f4f;]Waiting was boring. Though Dynra didn't really have anything better to do, it had to be better than sitting around twiddling his thumbs. It had felt like days and now he would take no more. At the moment of Tayis' gesture, Dynra gave the guards a slight wave and barrelled into the assembled crowd. His Kanohi Mahiki glowed and Dynra flickered between forms. At one moment he was a Po-Matoran, the next an Onu-Matoran, rapidly flashing between forms as he descended deeper into the people. Some Matoran attempted to tackle him, whilst others simply dove out of the way of the shapeshifting Matoran. Whether there was a chase being waged behind him or not, he paid the matter no heed. Finally, just when he was sure he had moved far enough and had lost sight of the guards, he kept to the form of a Po-Matoran with a noble Huna and meandered away with the other Matoran.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]Huh, what now? He thought to himself.[/color]
Edited by The Tolerable Automaton, Mar 23 2013 - 04:50 PM.