I will not forget that day.

For it made me become stronger.

Make of that what you will, mortal, your thoughts on me are of no concern to he who defeats foes with one attack.


It was almost a day like any other, except with one key difference: there was chaos. Or rather, there was order, depending on from what point of view you look at it. The being had arrived suddenly, a Steltian brute that had escaped and decided to make a name for himself.

Many Brotherhood minions fled that day, saying things like, "It's a hero!" and "run!" assuming they were even capable of speech. In fact, only one Makuta was left to stare at the Toa. It was a cold, blank stare. "Why aren't you running?" Asked the Steltian, thinking he was a match for a Makuta by the looks of it. Kratark rolled his eyes, unimpressed, but the Steltian continued to talk, "I bet you're a Makuta who's not even with the Brotherhood, probably got tired of making all those Rahi, weren't you?!" Needless to say, these are very probing questions for a Steltian to ask a Makuta. "I ate many books about the Brotherhood, and somehow absorbed all the knowledge from them! I know everything about the Brotherhood! EVERYTHING!" He said, flaunting something one does not typically flaunt to a Makuta. "Why aren't you running?" He asked again. "You want to fall before me, is that it?" At last this earned a squint from Kratark, who unleashed his greatest power: the death-stare, upon the Steltian, it gaped in horror as it realized just what it was contending with. The Steltian had fought with Makuta before, even survived mental attacks, but this was different, this was power... overwhelming power... being held back so it wouldn't kill. Unnatural fear quite literally overtook the Steltian as using that kraata power was almost mandatory for the desired effect of the death-stare. The Steltian's mind was completely pierced, his body immobilized, his very being was now at the mercy of this Makuta. His vision had completely blacked out in mere seconds. The only thing he could see in front of his eyes was the unsettling image of Kratark staring at him with his deep, malicious, violet gaze. He could hear words in his head. Words that were not thought, but speech, directly implanted into the mind. Words that came seemingly from without and within. "You are a foolish brute." it said, "I do not fear you, for I can easily annihilate you. No, the question I ask myself today is: are you even worth the effort? I'm no villain, of the Brotherhood, this is true. But you do not know what it is like to know who created you. To know exactly what he thinks of you, what he expects from you, and how he expects you to act! I am the avatar of a god for all intents and purposes, a harbringer of a divine will and purpose. You are a lowly gladiator, fodder for the entertainment of your betters! Do with this paltry outpost what you will, but know that the ultimate life-form has marked you as a worthless fool!" With that, Kratark's hold on the Steltian was relinquished, and it sat in fear as the mighty Kratark disappeared in a wreath of shadows.

Are you sure? Fair warning: being the strongest is actually preeeeeetty boring.

ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!!!!


(3, 2)- what? What do you mean they can't hear the song? This is a written fan fiction? I thought it was an anime. Well that sucks -- we were going to do a half-baked parody of the op and everything! Ugh, fine. Roll fil- I mean, uh, write stuff down! Go on! Do it!


Later that day, Kratark had decided he was going to... do nothing. When one is virtually immortal, and has no need for food, drink, or sleep, one tends to not have much to do in a world such as this, especially when they're a Makuta, and they almost certainly are too strong (and scary) to partake in any recreation. Indeed, all he could really do was sit under the shade of a tree and watch as his beloved pet, Waffles, consumed the carcass of another beast it had recently slain. It was all he could do to draw some measure of satisfaction from his life, given that the Rahi itself was the only thing he ever made, and it was a marvelous specimen at that. He loved it as much, if not more than, his cape, which he wore with immense pride. Suddenly, the most bizarre thing happened: a Steltian brute had appeared, and made a swing at Waffles with his fist.

The Rahi was caught off guard, but Kratark wasn't. The Steltian brute's fist met with Kratark's -- the one with a blade around it. Suffice it to say, the Steltian would never punch with that hand again. Reflexively, Waffles had jumped back, startled, and Kratark turned his head to it, shooing it with his left hand in a caring but stern way. Instead of running, however, the beast pointed one of its finger-like claws toward the other Rahi it had been eating, clearly not willing to relinquish a good meal. The Steltian brute, meanwhile, was bewildered at Kratark's presence, and was also i sharp pain due to what had just happened to his punching hand. Unable to show restraint, it asked "Wha- what?! What are YOU doing here?!" Fear showing clearly as day in his eyes. Kratark then turned his gaze back to the Steltian, scowling in a most profoundly upset way, "That was my PET you just tried to kill. What, in the name of Emarcee's missing eye, would ever have made you thought raising a hand against that beautiful creature would end in anything but pain and misery?" The Steltian, flustered and scared, attempted to come up with some excuse, all the while attempting to put up some form of bravado that might possibly buy him some shred of hope. "That... that thing just looked creepy! And it gave me allergies! I then thought of what would happen if it were to encroach on a village -- so I, an aspiring hero, took it upon myself to slay it!" For possibly the first time in his life, Kratark had not just been caught off guard, he had encountered something so unpredictably absurd, that he was surprised. "You're kidding me... YOU WERE REALLY GOING TO PICK A FIGHT WITH IT JUST BECAUSE IT MADE YOU SNEEZE?!" Shadows suddenly surged through Kratark in a way they hadn't before. A purple mist has begun to rise from his cloak, his armor itself threatened to change, small purple spikes almost appearing on his shoulders, but not quite. Seeing the situation would not be defused, the Steltian now relied solely on bravado in a vain effort to change his fate, "I- You know what? I won't let you get in my way! I am a hero! I cannot let fiends like you obstruct justice!" Kratark paused on this for a moment, and then, without warning, a soft chuckle had begun to escape from his mouth. The soft chuckle had turned into a mild giggle, and then further evolved into straight laughter. "What's so funny?" The Steltian asked, afraid but morbidly curious. The Makuta's response was thus: "It just came to me: you remind me of some hero from television show on Metru Nui!" Angered, the Steltian attempted punch Kratark straight in the chest with its left hand, except... the Makuta did not budge. And then. it spoke again. "You know what... when I had first been created, I wanted to be a villain. I couldn't explain it, but I had a deep-seated resentment to you heroes and your arrogant righteousness... somebody needs to knock you fools down a peg or two, show you how weak and helpless you really are. Not a Great Being's loyal lap-dog, but a villain who could send rotten 'heroes' like you flying with one punch! Forget the Queue of Em! Forget the Brotherhood! BRING IT ON MORTAL!" Enraged and desperate, the Steltian began to wildly swing its one good at at Kratark, banging on his protosteel armor in every conceivable place he could think of. Eventually, he had tired out, and for all his effort, The Makuta had not even been shaken from his original position.

It then spoke in a most chilling tone, after a long, dreadful silence. "...Omae wa, mou shindeiru. Which is to say: you are already dead."

Upon hearing this, the Steltian was bewildered at first, but then all too clearly, understood when he had looked down, and saw the results of a single blow Kratark had thrown. It was so swift, and so precise, it could not even be felt.

Except of course, the wound itself with grievous.

The Steltian so-called 'hero' then collapsed onto the ground.

Waffles the Magala, meanwhile, would now have seconds for his dinner.

I continued

but be warned, watching Kratark beat everyone in one punch is not going to be pretty...

Note: what you're reading is Kratark's true, unrestricted power level. This is what he's like when there aren't other people insisting their characters are stronger than yours

In other words -- this is the way Kratark is actually supposed to be.

The tahtorak was unnaturally large, even for a beast of its size, and it was repeating a mantra: "I am the strongest Rahi... I am the strongest Rahi..."

"Uh, no you're not." Kratark said, standing atop the left shoulder of the colossal monster.

"What are you talking about?!" Said the most annoying voice you could possibly think of, "Of course he is! Aren't you, my little sweetie?"

"Yes my queen! The STRONGEST RAHI!" The tahtorak declared.

"Ugh... what a horrible- waaaait a minute. Where did I hear that voice before? Oh. I thought I smelled Rahi dung and antidermis... ahem. No he's not, Astrona."


It had happened one day in a forest on the Southern Continent. A tahtorak had been obsessively breaking rocks all day on top top of mount Valmai in an attempt to become stronger. It had a stolen painting of a Kanohi Dragon in its den from a nearby Matoran village it encountered, and, not one to be outdone by anyone, it dreamed of becoming the strongest Rahi. Dedicating all of its time and energy into strength training from that day forward.

Astrona, a Makuta unusually in love with Rahi, had taken notice of the creature's struggles, and developed a concoction to grant the tahtorak an immense increase in size (and strength). She had even went through the trouble of adding strawberry flavoring to make it go down easier. She even went through the trouble of giving it a cheesy name.

Feeling a deep sense of gratitude, the tahtorak had sworn fealty to Astrona and downed the "potion" in one gulp, immediately growing in size thereafter. It was then told to go to Zakaz because Astrona had heard it now had buildings, and wanted to wreck them.


Naturally, when Kratark had made the claim this Tahtorak was not the 'strongest Rahi', Astrona said: "What- of course he is the strongest you insolent whelp! Smash that miserable pest on your shoulder my pet!"

With much gusto, the tahtorak raised one of its paws to strike its shoulder... it did not strike Kratark, however.

It DID strike a Makuta's armor, however. Upon staring at the oddly familiar-looking pieces of metal on its paw, the tahtorak developed a look of utter horror on its face, howling "MY QUUUEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!" at the top of its lungs.

Good... good never relents. Never. You could say I haven't made a difference. I have slain many foolhardy Toa, arrogant buffoons, and proud warriors, and yet, it always seems there's another one to fill their shoes... only for me to knock them out of them, that is.

Interestingly enough, however, that is not what has been bothering me of late.

Kratark was on a stroll through a particularly wasted area of Zakaz. A place where grass had barely grown. It made up a quite large part of the island, too, with the only semblance of what you could call "resources" lay up north. But that is a story for another time, especially in light of the fact that a particularly ugly Skakdi has begun to do donuts around Kratark in a motorcycle. The Makuta stood silently as it did this in a completely relaxed pose.

Before, I used to feel something when I fought. Now, I hardly have any anger, I no longer draw pleasure from my conquests, now: all I need is one punch. I have not used a kraata power in combat since attaining this level of power. Not once. It's almost as if there is such a thing as being "too strong"

"HEY! YOU!" shouted the Skakdi, "I'M TALKING TO YOU! I'M A REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE! AND I'M TAKING YOU DOWN!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH-?!"

Before the Skakdi could finish, a bolt of black smoke had struck him squarely in the gut. Dark energies dispersed through the Skakdi's body at such a rapid rate that it had been slain instantly, with hardly any pain.

"Shoot. I should've brought some pikes with me if there were going to be rebels to make examples out of. Now where am I going to put this fool's skull?"