[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3][/center]

Soon after finding Rayne, several more of the ragtag bunch showed up. Out of everyone present, Lewa figured that Sanae and Saria probably had the least to worry about given their remarkable abilities, so he wasn’t surprised to see both of them in good shape. Not that he understood anything about their biology, but their body language indicated no particular pain or distress, so he assumed they were fine. Of course, that wasn’t everybody, and their presence here begged the question of what happened to the others. Hopefully they were okay, too.

Lewa sighed, allowing some of the tension that weighed on him in the battle’s aftermath to fade. As one might expect of a random assortment of strangers suddenly dumped in an unfamiliar land against their will, this ‘team’ lacked any semblance of unity. If that one Raven Herald had been as powerful as her actions and manner suggested, he might have been in for a lot more trouble than the one called Varst gave him, and could he have relied on any of these temporary allies then? That said, he knew he couldn’t be too picky. Though the Toa Mata were a de-facto team, its members squabbled plenty, their relationships filled with ups and downs. Unity was not something hard-wired into their minds; they’d had to learn what it meant and how to achieve it for themselves. He’d just have to do the same for these people, despite having much less in common with them, if that was what it took to get home. To survive.

Speaking of survival, there was the matter of this town. The Raven Heralds might have withdrawn, but things were far from happy here. These organics needed help. Lewa couldn’t heal, and if fact none of the Toa Mata could, but he figured he could help with search and rescue. Physical strength was his brother Onua’s department, but even at a baseline Lewa was made of much sterner stuff than the average human. Plus, his winds could smother and extinguish the remaining fires. With a plan in mind, Lewa got to work at a brisk pace, his attitude cheerful and offhanded as he tried to reassure -and then show- the townsfolk that things would be alright. His axe proved to be indispensable for cutting through obstruction and blockage to make sure that every building that had fallen prey to the Heralds’ assault was scoured for trapped or hidden survivors. The more the toa worked, the more he stirred the winds, gradually chasing away the deathly atmosphere and acrid smoke that hung over the village to give its people a fresh lungful of hope.