IC: Qathek Qathek climbed the steps of the Amaja Nui. His black clad body refused to reflect nor glisten in the light, and grey lines traced out his body in an intricate pattern. He carried with him an extremely thin and long silver blade, which he kept just barely above the stone steps. His face was expressionless, as were his eyes. His eyes were not seen at all actually, hidden behind a grey Kualsi shaped mask that had no eyeholes. It was by the actual power of his mask, that of sensory aptitude, and him being a Toa of Sonics that he could 'see' his surroundings. The song will die. I can no longer hear it, praise the darkness beneath my feet, but it is still there. I will spread the silence with the help of my patron, Makuta. He finished walking, and positioned himself in the center of the Amaja. The course sand parted from his black feet, and he readied himself. I am made whole again. Let the song quail at the voice of silence. He thrust his thin sword skyward, yet kept his head low. Using his power of Sonics, he amplified his voice far beyond normal, and spoke. "And again, there was a war of sound." OOC: Open for interaction. The sound is very loud and travels some distance, perhaps your character can hear it.