The giant easily stood 30 feet tall.  It's body was equal parts stone and lava, with the solid stone continually melting and reforming.  It was  something beyond any Matoran's experience, a figure not even found in legend.  With a single stride it would snuff out their lives as if blowing out weakly flickering candles.
	"I wondered when you were going to show up, monster!"
	The Matoran turned to see that the words had come from Hakann.  He was charging up the slope with Avak at his side, both of them ready for battle.   The creature opened its mouth and exhaled a jet of flame, but Hakann seemed to shrug it off.  He hurled spheres of molten magma at the giant, melting its substance raster than it could recreate it.  Angered, it raised its fist, threatening to smash the Matoran into the groun.
	Avak shot forward, slamming into the villagers shoving them out of the way just before the devastating blow landed.  Tremors shook the mountain, and cracks shattered the integrity of the lava channels.  But none of that mattered to the Matoran just then.
***
	"You overdid," said Avak.
	"They needed a grand event," Hakann replied "I gave them one."
	"Next time, tell me when you are going to make the creature to slam his fist down.  I almost didn't dodge in time."
	"No one told you to dive underneath it you imbecile."
	"And if I hadn't, your 'grand event' would have played out for dead witnesses," Avak snapped.  "The point was to keep them alive so they could spread the word about their heroes, remember?"
	Hakann sighed.  "Someday, I will figure out why our elemental powers only work in combination. Oh, lava spheres are all right in their place, but they are nothing compared to what I can do when with another Piraka.  Think what I could do with the power of pure flame at my command."

~Greg Farshtey, Bionicle Legends #1, Island of Doom, pg 54-55 & 58