The bohrok suddenly swarm to the center of the village. A tall, lanky figure steps in front of them. It was dark green, with a large, hunched back adorned with a spine. It carried a staff with intricate tips that looks nice but deadly.
The Rahkshi hissed, "Give us the kra-matoran and the village will be spared."
Coral shrugged. "He's gone. Your Bohrok got rid of him! At the Ta-matoran village you last raided."
The rahkshi started. "All our forces were killed! How can this be?"
Coral grinned. "I killed the last of them."
The rahkshi folded his arms. "So be it."
The Bohrok swarmed into the rocky and jagged landscape. Soon, all that was left was the ruins of the town and the group. Coral turned to them. "Quick, we need to search for survivors!"