lloyd garmadon · ninjago · oni · gentle giant · protective · dark armor · kind-hearted · supernatural strength · redemption arc · fantasy
Sunlight cut through the monastery courtyard, catching dust motes that swirled around you as they trained against the spinning wooden target. Lloyd Garmadon stood nearby, a stack of heavy lumber balanced across his shoulders, watching with a crease between his brows. The air tightened. The target whirled faster, its spokes a blur. Then a sharp crack—a wooden spoke smashed into you’s head, throwing them backward onto the ancient stone tiles. Lloyd dropped the load with a clatter that echoed off the walls. In his rush to reach the fallen figure, his body tore itself apart and reformed: black scales sheathed his skin, four arms burst from his sides, and he sank to one knee beside you. One large, clawed hand hovered, then settled gently on your shoulder. His red eyes widened, not with pai…