Bonkled

Verdant eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity behind his angular Kanohi mask. His gaze darted continually, following every rustle and twitter in the undergrowth.

"We've been expecting you, brother." A wide smile painted the visible bottom half of the green figures face.

The red giant dropped his balled fists and let them fall open. "Brother?" He said slowly, deliberately. His thoughts traversed the corridors of his own essence, fragments of forgotten identity and purpose were rekindled by the verdant sentinel's words.

"Yes! You're my brother!" He spread his arms in a dramatic gesture. "We are the protectors of this land, and all its people. We are Toa!" Elation sparkled in his eyes, his enthusiasm contagious.

He put his hand on the red giants shoulder and lowered his voice. "A protector ought not be leaving such burn-scars on the forest." He was solemn for a moment, offering this with stoic humility. The familiar pang of guilt clawed at the red giant with renewed strength. He resolved internally to limit his destructive capability, for in that moment, it seemed that the well being of every plant and creature was his responsibility.

The green strangers smile quickly returned and he began hopping from foot to foot. With a wave of his arm, the earlier discarded sword flew back into view, landing at the red giants feet. "Take up your sword brother, and see that you aren't so easliy parted with it!"

The red giant stooped and took the blade in his hand. It roared to life once again, flame roiling and swimming across the blade. He quickly dropped it back into the scabbard at his hip, taking care not to touch any of the plant life.

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"Sindrek gathers pockets of combustible gas and with a strike of his two blades, unleashes explosions at will. His combat armor is so dense that he can use these explosions as a means of propulsion, flinging himself at enemies, blades forward.

'I fear ye will not indeed agree to do this deed, and I alone shall have to pay the penalty of a great sin.'

And they all answered him and said: 

'Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.' 

Corruption has sprouted in the house of our progenitor, but vision persists in our collective; timeless, pure, and raw. We will embrace tomorrow in a new form, with a new face. We will build something to call our own. Our creativity transcends your boundaries.