IC: Arzaki Astounded, Arzaki looked down at his waist and saw it was soaking. Not only did that rust his joints, it also made him ever angrier. He clenched his fists even harder, and slowly turned his head toward the Matoran. He drew his blades slowly, and as soon as his swords left their scabbards, they burst into flames. He assumed a combative stance and stared at the Matoran, neither moving, for at least five minutes. Eventually, the flames dwindled and Arzaki returned his blades to his waist. "Sorry," is all he said.