LN2 - 4 - Durability

Tahu Nuva threw up a wall of flame, temporarily cutting the Toa off from their attackers. “What do you want us to do?” he snapped.

(...)

“I don’t know,” said Kopaka quietly. “But I can only guess those Matoran are somehow responsible.”

The Toa of Ice started forward, heedless of the wall of fire. Tahu reached out to stop him, but Kopaka shrugged him off. “I have had enough,” said the master of the winter storm. “And more than enough.”

To Tahu’s amazement, Kopaka proceeded to walk through the fire. If he felt pain, he showed no sign of it. The Toa of Fire immediately doused the barrier and watched as his brother Toa marched toward their attackers. Pulse bolts and hurled boulders struck him dead-on, but never once did he waver.

“Back him up,” Tahu told the others.

“But you said –” Lewa began.

Tahu cut him off with a heated glare. “I said back him up.”

He glanced up to see that Kopaka really needed no help. The usually cool and collected Toa had given in to an icy rage that showed no signs of abating. He had already flash-frozen three of the villagers, with only the Ga-Matoran and Onu-Matoran still fighting.

“Do it while they are still alive,” Tahu said. Pohatu, Onua, and Lewa dutifully charged forward, as much to restrain their fellow Toa as to fight their attackers.