August 4th

We had only been flying a few minutes when Gali spotted something down below. A moment later, so did I — half a dozen insectoids, each about seven feet high, flying close to the surface of the swamp. Each had four arms with nasty stingers on the ends. “What are they?” I asked.

“I heard them called Niazesk,” answered Pohatu. “Some little pets of the Makuta who got transformed somehow into big pests you see. Better off staying away from them, they're —”

An angry buzz interrupted him. The Niazesk spotted us and were coming in our direction!