With nothing for it, Matau started to run, heading after the two figures in black, and gaining speed with every passing second. He glanced at the walls on either side of him, frowning mildly and starting to wonder if he should really try what he was hoping to. This was going to be close…too close if he wasn't careful. But he had no time for second guessing, now that he was already going almost full speed. The wind began to whistle in his ears now, and he spread his wings, flapping as hard as he could. He could feel his feet lift off the ground, and quickly checked the building walls again.

"Still doing alright…" He thought, gaining altitude with every flap of his massive wings. "Just need to get that kid now."

However, as he flew past the two figures in black, the Toa Metru noticed that they were splitting up, and no matter how he looked at it, this new twist was very bad. This race was getting even more dangerous, and thus, in Matau's mind, more exciting. But despite this new thrill, he also knew that careless actions could endanger not only himself, but the winged boy he was trying to rescue. The figure in black, who'd vanished from sight, now returned, and was flanked by two others. Now there were four of them! They really had to be desperate if they had to bring in re-enforcements.

"I'll have to be ever-quicker than this if I'm going to reach that kid first!" Matau thought grimly, increasing his speed. "But where did those other two come from? He shook the thought from his mind as he dived, heading straight for the Matoran child so he could grab him and fly off to safety. His hands stretched out in front of him, Matau was just inches away from grabbing him, when a bolt of shadows hurtled past, clipping several of his feathers as it went by. Now unbalanced, Matau found himself crashing into the Matoran boy, knocking both to the ground. However, despite this crash, it was a lucky thing that they both went down. Had they dropped a second or two later, one, if not both, of them would've been trapped in an energy net.

By now, Matau's mind was racing a mile a minute. Not really sure why he was asking such an off-topic question, the Toa asked quickly.

"Are you the boy name-called Lewa? I have to know!" The child pinned beneath the fifteen year old groaned dazedly.

"Yeah…I'm Lewa…" Matau found a weak smile was forming on his face, but it soon changed to an urgent expression as he got off, pulling the boy to his feet as quickly as he could, and keeping a firm hold on his wrist as he started running again.

"Can you wind-fly?" He asked urgently.

"Kind of…why?" Matau looked over his shoulder at the four figures that were pursuing them. Since plan A had failed, he had to resort to a desperate back-up plan.

"Spread-open your wings. Wind-fly to the Great Temple, and tell-say that Toa Matau sent you. Don't wait-pause for me to catch-hurry up with you." The boy shakily nodded, spreading his wings and starting to flap. Glancing warily over his shoulder once more, Matau let go of Lewa's wrist, thrusting his other hand upwards, and causing a strong gust of wind to push the winged Matoran high into the air… and not a moment too soon. Just as Lewa went up past the roofs, another energy net was launched, and this time, it didn't miss. Matau let out a yell as he hit the ground, unable to free, and defend, himself from whatever was going to happen next. Writhing and twitching, the Toa of Air could only watch helplessly as Lewa shakily flew off towards Ga-Metru, and as the four figures in black moved in to inspect their catch. Even through the bright glow of the net, Matau could see that one of the figures was severely mutated, and when he considered how he was caught, he realized, in horror, who this was.

"N...Nihdihki…" The disfigured being laughed, his voice high pitched and quite raspy.

"So…you still remember my name from our last little encounter. Perhaps that is the most impressive feat you have pulled off so far, little Matoran." A low, dim-witted laugh drew Matau to look from Nihdihki, to the hulking form beside him. So Krekka was here too… But why? They weren't the sort for hunting down children, no matter how odd or unusual they were. As far as Matau knew, they only hunted down…

The Toa's face went pale when he realized, in shock, that though Lewa had been a target, he wasn't the primary one…

Their real target was Matau all along. And now, there was no escape. He was doomed.