Vezok - Boulder

Hewkii hefted a huge boulder. Vezok only smiled. “Drop that or I freeze-fry your two pals,” he said.

The Toa of Stone shrugged and casually tossed the rock aside. Only Matoro noticed it hit another rock, ricochet, hit a second, and so on.

“Do yourselves a favor,” Vezok continued. “Clear off Voya Nui while you still can, or you’ll wind up like those other Toa. You can’t beat one Piraka, let alone six.”

Now it was Hewkii’s turn to smile. “Guess again.”

The boulder ricocheted one last time and slammed into Vezok’s back. Stunned more by the surprise of the blow than from its force, Vezok stumbled forward. Nuparu triggered his mask power and shot through the air, slamming into the Piraka’s midsection and knocking him to the ground. The other three Toa closed in.

Vezok snarled, energies crackling around his open palms. Jaller rested the tip of his energized flame sword on the Piraka’s throat. “Think about it,” said the Toa of Fire. “Can you get off a blast before I do? Are you fast enough?”

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Power Play, Chapter 4