The village of Po-Koro was busy preparing for another Bohrok attack. This time, they had Ta-Koro's famous guard, catapults used to launch re-purposed Kolhii balls, and Toa Onua and Pohatu. The Toa of Earth was standing by the gate, as Pohatu sped in, short of breath. "Good afternoon, brother...! How goes mounting the defenses...?" The Toa of Stone took pauses in between words to catch his breath, due to a fierce battle with 6 Pahrak, the Bohrok of Stone shortly before speeding back to Po-Koro. "We have every wall secured for the time being. And what of the incoming swarm?" Onua replied. "It's comprised of 5 Tahnok, 7 Pahrak, 4 Lehvak, and 3 Gahlok." "That's the smallest wave we've seen thus far. Either the Bohrok underestimate us, or they have doubled their strength since the last attack." The Toa of Earth remarked, with a shred of concern. "I can only hope that the other villages are faring well-" Pohatu was cut off, as one of the guards had sounded the alarm, and everyone ran to their battle stations. In the distance, the swarm was speeding towards them, and reached the gate in a matter of minutes. The Bohrok broke through the gate with ease, and the Ta-Koro guard was trying their hardest to hold them off. Onua and Pohatu flanked the incoming swarm, focusing on the Lehvak, the most dangerous and deadly of the Swarm. Tahnok were spewing flames left and right, as the Matoran were taken over by the Krana launched from the swarm. The remainder of the Ta-Koro Guard had retreated, as Onua and Pohatu tried desperately to stop the Swarm. 5 Miles from Po-Koro, 18:34 hours. The small fraction of the Guard had escorted Turaga Onewa from the village, and they were stranded for the time being. Soon, a lone Matoran rushed towards them. It was Takua, the 2nd Chronicler. The Ta-Koro Guard was a little wary, as they could not see if the Chronicler had his signature Blue Pakari, or a Krana on his face. The closer he approached, the clearer his face became, and they lowered their weapons, as the Captain of the Guard, Jaller, approached him. "Jaller, I've been sent from Le-Koro to deliver the news that Toa Lewa will be here soon to aid in the battle-" Takua stopped in his tracks, as he saw the rising flames behind the Guard in the distance. Po-Koro was already lost, and the battle had long been over. "P-Po-Koro is... gone?" "Sadly, yes, Takua. The Bohrok Swarm was too much for even the Toa to handle, and we evacuated." Jaller replied, a solemn look upon her face. "Are the Toa okay, at least? They had to have made it out, right?" "It's doubtful that they are simply 'okay', but they could have escaped if Toa Onua dug a hole for the two of them to leap into." "...We can't just abandon them. I'm going in to help." Takua remarks, readying his staff. "W-What?! You can't just take on the Swarm on your own, Takua!" "Who said I was going to fight anyone?" The Chronicler states, as he runs off to help, Jaller in pursuit. Seeing as the village is five miles from where the Chronicler currently stands, Takua instead opts to climb atop a rock, and use a viewfinder to see if the Toa escaped. He does not find Pohatu and Onua, but instead sees The Toa of Air, Lewa, rushing into Po-Koro, presumably with a similar motive to Takua. The Chronicler slides down the rock he was perched on, and speeds towards the doomed village. By this time, there was nothing that Jaller could do to stop Takua from going into Po-Koro. Once Takua reached the village, he saw a Muaka, of all creatures, in battle with Lewa, and no active Bohrok in sight. Lewa was faring quite well, until the Muaka smashed her into a wall, and bit into her Kanohi, infecting it with a strange substance that caused the Mask's color to fade, and replace it with a sickly, ash-like look to the Miru she adorned. After this, the Muaka ran off, leaving Lewa injured, and Onua and Pohatu missing in action.