[h2][color=9d00f7]S[color=e1ac3d]u[/color]a[color=e1ac3d]v[/color]o[/color] and [color=6ecff6]Kumanu[/color][/h2]

[color=9d00f7][color=e1ac3d]"Yeah, I think you're right"[/color] Suavo admitted with a sigh. [color=e1ac3d]"Well, their loss".[/color]He turned back to the Ko-Matoran and the Bo-Matoran, and adderessed them with a musty old voice and a stony expression.[color=e1ac3d]"Thank you, oh Great Explainer, for your wisdom" [/color] he intoned, [color=e1ac3d]"But since you are so terribly boring, I'm afraid you are no longer welcome in this conversation. Do take your hesitant friend with you, as well."[/color]

So saying, Suavo quickly took Kumanu by the shoulders and spun him around, pointing the taller matoran away from the rest of them.[/color] The Ko-Matoran turned back over his shoulder to give Suavo a glare like an ice wind, but did not protest further. It would be pointless, he realised. He had other things to do anyway, and it probably would be good to keep the little Bo-Matoran out of trouble. [color=6ecff6]"Come on, Hura. Let's go.[/color]

[color=9d00f7]It wasn't until the pair were well away and had disappeared into the mass of festival-goers that Suavo bent to pick up what Kumanu had left behind. When Suavo had grabbed him, a kanoka had spun free from his bag and fallen to the ground. As he examined it now, Suavo saw that it was a specialised akilini disk, with grooves moulded into the top for a player's feet, and a power code 447.

[color=e1ac3d]"Their loss"[/color] he repeated, smiling as he tapped the disk to his chest. The kanoka's power felt like a splash of cold water across his face as it took effect, but as it faded he felt sharper and more alert. This would work out just fine, he thought. Who cared about those old stick-in-the-muds? [/color]


An hour later, Kumanu fumed in frustration as he paced up and down a locker room at the Fe-Congro Akilini arena. He couldn't find one of his disks, and as each new search proved fruitless, he bet he knew where it was now. That remove poison disk had been one of his favourites, almost a lucky charm that he used for matches. Now it was in the hands of that stupid little gambler who had accosted him and Hura after the play. It rankled him to think he had lost it over something so small, and to such an infuriating matoran.

He would play with a replacement disk, of course: there were plenty of others around the arena. In truth, many would be just as good as his own. There wasn't anything for him to do about it now, and his team would need him to have him mind on the game. Still, as he walked out with the five other Ko-Matoran, a plan was beginning to crystallise in his mind. Once this game was over, he would find Hura in the stands and then... A grim grin graced his mask. Yes, then he would see about getting his disk back.