Freed from the foul influence of the darkness inside him, and forgiven by his allies for the secret that he had kept from them, Blarkrok had at last found redemption. Countless battles, hardships, and the loss of friends had taught him, and the rest of his teammates, the value of understanding, forgiveness, and yes: even friendship. But all of this paled in comparison to the challenge he would now face: defeating the Makuta Brotherhood. For only then, could peace be restored to the Matoran Universe. And doing so decisively would mean breaking the Toa code -- but he and his teammates had made peace with that. There was, of course, the matter of Alerak disappearing in a huff, something about "raising an army of individuals willing to bear my humiliation in the name of freeing their kin" but that was a potential threat for a later day. No, the Brotherhood had to be ended -- their lives would need to be forfeited. They were beings who had purged any semblance of inner light they might of had, and their powers were too great to be contained. No, they had to be ended to bring a lasting peace.
The Toa stormed Destral, Blarkrok leading the charge. That foul menace Kratark could no longer limit his powers, and he intended to take advantadge of this. Makuta rushed into the halls to stop him, but to no avail. They were cut down with a single glowing blade, armor cleaved and antidermis incinerated. His fellow teammates almost could not keep up with him, but they did their part too -- securing the flanks and covering the rear. The path for Blarkrok may as well have been clear -- his powers of light were immense, they had to be if he was to contain Kratark inside of him. "Stop him! He is almost at the throne room!" Shouted a Makuta as he marched forth to his doom, unable to unleash a single attack before the lightning-fast Toa rushed his blade to its 'armor'. If this was all the strength the rank and file of the Brotherhood could muster, Karunax would be picked off just as easily -- if not more so.
The Toa of light kicked down the massive steel door that led to the throne room. Karunax sat upon his throne, confident in his strength and unimpressed, in spite of the fact that every Makuta that dared to attempt Blarkrok's path had been cut down. The door behind the Toa of light was promptly shut by Inharax, who stood beside his leader, manipulating the door with magnetism, and sealing it shut through that same power. A wry smirk curled upon the mask of guilt, There was banging on the door -- presumably Blarkrok's teammates. But from the sound of the commotion just outside the door -- they were just fine. Blarkrok did not worry for them, they were the best equipped, and most experienced Toa for miles. Albeit, the
only Toa for miles, but still experienced ones nonetheless. This was not their first fight against Makuta -- but they aimed to let it be their last.
Blarkrok pointed his sword at Karunax, and with great daring and bravery, spoke to the leader of the Brotherhood in a bold manner,
"At last Karunax!" He yelled,
"I have penetrated this foul fortress and reached your throne, that I might dispatch you, and rid you and the Brotherhood's influence on this world! In the name of Mata Nui, and in the name of the Queue of Em, I shall slay you!" "Oh really now?" The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, and pierced the hearts of friend and foe alike. When
this voice spoke,
he would invariably follow -- for it was in fact
his voice. A dark, writhing mass of smoke appeared on the red carpet that was strung along the floor of the throne room. Rising above the swirling mass of pitch vapors a disturbing form arose. A form that is disturbing by virtue of the deeds it has done. On its fists sat the skulls of two creatures, a member of Mantax's species an energy hound's. As more of the being's form was revealed, more lightning and smoke followed, the dark clouds swirled more and more violently, until the rushing winds that eventually kicked up were palpable. Then, it dissipated. The wind died down -- but the feeling of dread felt by everyone in the room didn't. "Ah, Makuta Kratark, a timely arrival." Commented Karunax, who for him at least, things were getting interesting. Blarkrok stood before his rival, who though was equal to him in stature, towered above him in presence, and quickly held his sword and shield in defensive stance.
"Kratark! I knew that I would slay Karunax this day, but running into you saves me some much needed effort! Do you even realise how peeved Emarcee was when he saw that I could not fulfill my charge in containing you? My revenge on you will be swift and unmerciful! You have betrayed the Queue of Em and everything it stands for, and have placed billions of lives across multiple worlds at risk! You knew you could stop Karunax, but didn't! And yet, with all this shame, and the weight of all your foul deeds, you still have worked up the nerve to stand before me, Blarkrok, the strongest Toa of light ever created! Why? The Makuta took his left hand, and scratched his Kanohi with it. He then examined his round, large fingers, and flicked away what presumably were pieces of dust or paint. He then stood still for a second, appraising the situation, but made no effort to enter any sort of fighting stance. He then said,
"Because, I'm a villain for fun." "WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!" screamed Blarkrok, his teammates just outside the throne room heard this, and a momentary lull in the distracting sounds of collissions and "fwoosh!"-ing was caused as a result.
"You mean you've slain countless Matoran, and almost jeopardized the fates of our world and countless others, just for personal enjoyment?! THAT is what I have been containing inside of me for the last few months?! UNBELIEVEABLE! No ambitions?! No motivations?! Narcism?! You just do this for FUN?! Do you have ANY idea how insulting that is?" Kratark shrugged, his expression and stance unchanging.
"THAT'S IT! In the name of the holy light, and in the name of the Queue of Em, and in the name of Mata Nui, I. WILL. DEFEAT YOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!" Blarkrok raised his sword and jumped to heroically slash his age-old enemy, the thing that had been the bane of his existence since his creation would soon be destroyed....
Tahriak, who had been hovering very close to the door, spraying Makuta reinforcements with flames, heard a "splat" against the door. This struck him as odd. But he continued fighting anyway.
"Goooood. Very good Kratark. Why don't you join the Brotherhood? There's only so much a single Makuta can do on his own, believe it or not." Karunax said, satisfied with the sight of Blarkrok's broken, mechanical body strewn upon the floor. Kratark ignored him, staring at the purple edge of his fist-blade. A furious look in his eyes. In a sudden outburst, he cried,
"ONE PUNCH AGAIN?! DAAAAANG IT!!!!!!!!!!"Tahriak, upon hearing this, immediately caught wind that something terrible had happened, and ordered the others to retreat, seeing as how he was Blarkrok's deputy, and would now need to serve as team leader.
"What are you complaining about, Kratark, do you realise how many Makuta would slay each other for the power you possess? It's all of them!" Just to prove the point, Karunax punched Inharax, breaking the scientist's armor, and forcing him to find a new body. His only response to this was "Oh not again..."
Kratark ignored his leader, and vanished in the same way he had appeared -- in a violent whirl of black smoke and lightning.
