[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3]
[b]Ruined Church[/b][/center]

After making his pronouncement and taking up a defensive position, Lewa stood watch. Normally he’d be neither so patient nor steadfast in waiting for potential enemies to come to him, instead happily rushing ahead to solve the problem proactively. For now though, it took about everything he had to just stand firm dealing with all the bizarre stuff in here, let alone out there. Better to take it one step ahead rather than charge off into unknown danger. Still, he could hear all kinds of sounds that found their way into the decrepit church from outside. The clash of metal against metal. Death screams. Butchery. If he had skin, it might have crawled as he struggled to imagine what could be causing those horrible noises. Gradually, though, the din of battle subsided. Voices and heavy footfalls faded into the distance, after another few moments those who’d ventured beyond the church to make corpses drifted back inside.

Upon landing, Sanae gave her report: the enemy was routed. Lewa let out his breath, not even realizing that he’d been holding it. The pulse of his heartlight slowed down somewhat, though his inherent discomfort in this place kept it from dwindling down to a level that could be considered ‘calm’. As it turned out, the same went for the very small creatures; any hint of relief on the little boy’s maskless face quickly turned to horror, but as to why, he didn’t say. Maybe all these strange people distressed him like they did Lewa? Everyone else had a lot more in common with one another than he did with them. Either way, he didn’t even try to figure out what the matter was. Instead he took a step back from the group that was beginning to coalesce, slung his axe onto his back again, and crossed his arms to wait for someone to start explaining.

The best he got was the warrior of metal and black cloth, the only one here whose face Lewa couldn’t see in all its unnerving detail. Unfortunately for him, that knight shared no insight about who, what, or why, instead telling everyone that their task wasn’t done yet after all. He asked the others to join him and the tiny organic he seemed responsible for in order to ‘give chase’. “What? Why?” Lewa raised and rubbed his masked head with one hand, glancing around at the alien beings arrayed before him. “Hold on just one second-moment. I didn’t want anyone in pain-hurt, so I wanted to protect scared little-things, but I’m just completely stumped by…everything!” He shrugged helplessly. “Don’t think ill-little of me, but let me explain. My name is Lewa, and I'm the Toa of Air, defender of Le-koro. One minute I was patrolling in Le-wahi. Swinging through the jungle, hunting for stray Bohrok. Then, light-flash! And I’m here. What is this place? Who are you? [i]What[/i] are you? In my whole life, I’ve never seen such flesh-meat creatures before. Never thought-dreamed such a thing could be possible. Thank Mata Nui we’re even able to talk-speak with each other. I mean, is this a dream? Has the war-fight against the Swarm scrambled my noggin-brain like a Gukko egg?” He clapped both hands against the sides of his mask, his bright yellow-green eyes rolling around like lost marbles. After slumping over for a moment in defeat, he straightened up again, his mask somehow molded to portray his confusion. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to help if I can. But this is all so nuts. I need to go home. The Matoran need me. My brothers need me!” He stared at the humans entreatingly, hoping that one of them might have an answer.