Reidak - Quicksand

Onua Nuva peered over the edge of the crater. Reidak lay at the bottom, battered and bruised, but still smiling. “Had enough?” the Piraka said.

“I think I am supposed to ask you that,” Onua replied. “What are you, and why are you fighting us?”

“My name is Reidak. I’m a Piraka. Does that name mean anything to you?”

Onua frowned. Piraka was a Matoran term, but one that was rarely used. Loosely translated, it meant “thief and murderer,” and it was so vile a term that the Matoran considered it an obscenity. The Toa of Earth couldn’t imagine why someone would voluntarily brand himself a Piraka.

“Why are you on Voya Nui?” he asked.

“To steal,” answered Reidak. “I steal for a living. Oh, and one more thing —”

The Piraka slammed his weapon against the side of the crater. The ground beneath Onua’s feet suddenly turned to quicksand, rapidly dragging the heavy Toa under.

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Island of Doom, Chapter 8