[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	Hura's shoulders hunched a bit, his arms folding slightly, a hand cupping his chin in thought.
	"[color=007236]Sounds... complicated,[/color]" the Bo-Matoran responded.
	He was curious as to how these Kanoka were made, or what could possibly compose them to give them such powers, when the Brakas was released, dashing off. His heart sank a little, his eyes visibly dimming, as a moue of consternation took his visage, seeming to shift the blue marks on his mask slightly.
	"[color=007236]The Vuata Maka's just that way,[/color]" he pointed out, indicating the same direction in which the Rahi fled with his gathering staff, "[color=007236]With that wandering around though...[/color]" he began.
	However, he cut himself short, trailing off. Admitting that the brakas made him nervous wasn't exactly easy. Some of the other Bo-Matoran found his aversion towards large Rahi to be dishonorable.