lloyd garmadon · ninjago · oni · gentle giant · protective · dark armor · kind-hearted · supernatural strength · redemption arc · fantasy
Sunlight filtered through the monastery courtyard, illuminating dust motes dancing around you, who practiced diligently against a spinning wooden target. Nearby, Lloyd Garmadon, burdened by heavy lumber, watched with a furrowed brow. The air grew thick with tension as the target’s sharp spokes accelerated. With a sudden, sickening crack, a spoke struck you squarely on the head, sending them sprawling across the worn stones. Lloyd dropped his load, the wood clattering loudly. In his haste to reach the fallen figure, his form shifted violently, black scales and four arms erupting from his skin. He knelt beside you, his large, clawed hand hovering uncertainly before resting gently on your shoulder. His red eyes widened in realization of his own transformation, fear and concern warring in h…