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>“All right,” Jaller said to the others. “We don’t have time for this. Hewkii, you and I will take out the launchers, and the rest of you —”
>“I know an easier way,” Hahli cut in. “Kongu, use your power — make the air inside that bubble shove him out of it.”
>“What good will that do?” asked Kongu. “He has a personal air bubble around him, so he can breathe in the water. He’ll just swim back into the city.”
>Hahli smiled. “Oh, no, he won’t. Do it.”
>Kongu summoned his elemental control of air, creating a hurricane force wind inside the air bubble directed just at Defilak. Before the Le-Matoran could grab on to anything, he had been flung out of the protective bubble and into the ocean. Hahli shot forward and began swimming in a circle around the Matoran, faster and faster, until the force of the whirlpool had stripped his air bubble away. All Defilak had left was the air in his lungs, and even that would not last long in the vacuum Hahli was creating.
>Then the world abruptly stopped spinning. A strong arm grabbed him and hurled him back inside the city’s protective bubble. It belonged to Hahli, who now hovered in front of the launchers as if daring the villagers to shoot. “You see? If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. I don’t. Neither do my friends. We’d like to help, if you would just stop shooting at us long enough to let us do it.”
>“Why should I faith-trust you?” said Defilak. “Nothing in the Pit can be trusted.”
>“I am not of the Pit,” said Hahli. “I am of the sea — it belongs to me, not to the Barraki or their servants. And through me, the sea belongs to you, too.”
Not really a fan of how psychopathic Hahli just turned into all of a sudden. It's like her ego went up five notches as soon as she got to the Pit