Finally. After almost two years, I've finished another part of my storyline.
About this creation
(IMPORTANT NOTE: I highly advice you to read an older story of mine, The Nidahk Chronicles, before you really get into this story. TNC isn't exactly great, but it has some plotpoints that return in this story.)
Somewhere on the Southern Continent, an unusual scene is taking place. Two Toa are fighting each other!
Shanra: Heh, nice try.
Motax: You betcha! Wanna see another?
Shanra: Go ahead. Give me your best shot.
Someone: Stab. You’re dead.
Pohtor: Always watch your back, rookie. Especially when there’s lots of people around.
Shanra: Or anytime, really. Just in case.
Motax: Ok, I’ll remember that. But right now I wanna take a break.
Shanra: A break? We just sta- Aaahk!
Motax: What happened? Are you alright?
Shanra: Something… stabbed me…
Motax: But I don’t see anything.
Motax: Get your paws off her!
Pohtor: Let’s see how you like this!
Pohtor (choking): What the…?
Motax: Where did you learn to fly?
Motax: W-what just happened?
Pohtor: Ugh, my head.
Motax: What was that thing? And why did it attack us?
Shanra: I don’t know, but it seemed like he was after me.
Pohtor: Why would he be?