(I know, I know, this is the millionth time I've redone this, but I PROMISE this is the last time! I got some new ideas and they're WAAAAY better!)
Pythor and the Serpentine travel to an ancient temple in search of the second fang blade. Lloyd frowns to himself as he looks at the chains he's been wrapped in. Two Serpentine guards push him in whatever direction the Serpentine head.
Once deep into the temple, Pythor halts to a stop.
"Why mussst we ssstop when the first fang blade is jussst ahead of usss?" Scales, the second in command general, asks in confusion.
Pythor takes his staff, lifts it in the air, and hits the bottom of it onto the ground. The flooring in front of them collapses about 12 feet into the room.
"What good is awakening the Great Devourer with the four fang blades if we're not around to see it? Get the boy!" Pythor orders.
"Bring the boy!" Scales repeats to the tribes.
The two guards that were watching over Lloyd, bring him to Pythor. The guards release him from his chains.
"You're letting me go?" Lloyd asks happily.
"Just to fetch my dear boy." He pushes Lloyd forward, "Do step lightly!"
Lloyd steps along some flooring that hasn't collapsed. When he reaches a gap between the flooring, he tenderly jumps, but when he lands, the flooring breaks. Luckily, Lloyd's able to grab ahold of the floor before he falls. He lifts himself up and looks back to the Serpentine.
"Bring me the fang blade, and I'll let you go." Pythor tells him.
Lloyd walks and some more flooring begins to collapse. He begins running and the flooring begins to collapse from behind him. He leaps and lands on safe, steady ground. The ceiling, that's covered in spikes, begins closing down on him. He quickly crawls until the ceiling stops barely an inch above him. He crawls out from under the spikes and stands up. He walks only a couple of feet before accidentally stepping onto a button. Arrows shoot from the walls! Lloyd quickly runs across the room. He's able to make it across without a scratch, unbelievably. He then walks right into a stick and the ceiling begins to collapse. He runs and runs until the rocks push him into the room where the fang blade is supposed to be. He walks up the steps and looks at the platform where a light glows onto the center of it. There's no fang blade.
"It's gone!" Lloyd yells from in the room.
"It's gone?" Pythor asks in frustration.
"Where isss it?" Scales asks.
"Do I still get to be free?" Lloyd yells.
"No!" Pythor yells back angrily, and Lloyd pouts.
Meanwhile, Nya and the four ninja are at the Bounty thinking the same exact thing. They're all grouped around a holographic image of a fang blade, thinking.
"Though the Serpentine have the first fang blade, there are still three more and we only need one to stop Pythor. They have a map and we don't, so, the question remains: how are we gonna find 'em first?" Nya asks, with her arms folded.
Jay then randomly says, "I still can't get over the fact that you were the mysterious Samurai!" He sighs happily, "Is anyone else blown away like I am?"
"We're over that! Can we move on?" Kai says, wanting to get off of the subject.
"Whoop boop boop whoo! Someone's a little hot under the collar!" Jay smirks.
"It appears his impatience is because he has not found inner peace and unlocked his true potential like you and I have, Jay." Zane says with a small smile. Kai glares at him in irritation.
"Great observation, Mr. Roboto! Cole hasn't found it, either!" Kai says.
Cole, who was lost in thought finally says, "I've got it!"
"You've unlocked it? Oh, why am I the only one?" Kai yells.
"No, I recognize where I recognize the fang blade from. I have a picture of it!" Cole runs out of the room.
"Oh, is that it? Heh…" Kai says sheepishly.
"I got it!" Cole comes back in with a photo album and places it on the table in the center of the room. He opens up the book to reveal the picture of the fangblade put together as a trophy.
Jay grabs the album and looks at the photo, "Ooh! That's it!"
"Back where I grew up, there was this pretty big competition where the winner won the Bladecup. My father's won multiple times." Cole explains.
"You never told us your father was an accomplished athlete. What sport?" Zane asks.
"Oh. Uh, he's a blacksmith…" Cole says softly, his smile turning into a small frown.
Kai smiles, "Nothing wrong with that. My father was a blacksmith, too, but I don't remember there being a competition-"
"That's because he's not a blacksmith blacksmith. He's a Royal Blacksmith." Cole gets up to turn the page of the album. On the next page is a picture of Cole's father, Lou, smiling while holding the Bladecup. The boys snicker for a moment and then get serious again.
"But how did the fangblade become a trophy?" Kai asks.
"Well supposedly, the fangblade was made by some guy that collected priceless artifacts. His name was something like Dutch, no Clutch! Clutch Powers!" Cole says, "Anyways, it gets passed on to each year's winner."
"Who has it now?" asks Zane.
"I don't know. I haven't talked to my father in years!" Cole frowns, his head slumping down.
"Well then we'll call him up!" Kai holds out a phone.
"You can't! He thinks I'm in Ninjago City training at the Marty Oppenhimer School of Performing Arts." He sighs and walks over to the steering wheel, steering it a bit, "He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. When I couldn't sing or dance I-I ran away. When he sees that I can't sing or dance, he'll know I've been lying in all of the letters I've been sending him."
"He doesn't know you're a ninja?" Zane asks, quite shocked.
"What, you gonna crack some joke that my ol' man wears a tutu?" Cole spats.
"No, but if we're gonna have any chance of getting the fangblade before they do, "Kai says, placing a hand on Cole's shoulder, "We better get our own act in tune!"