[Their insistence doesn't do much to calm the small mob, though they have successfully frightened enough of them to take pause on further action. Those that try to run forward once more halt in their tracks as Vakama raises a shaking hand from the ground, instead gesturing towards the dazed Matoran that had been thrown back at such highspeed against one of the huts.

The elder's eyes burn like fire as he struggles back to his feet.]

You come into our home, do such pointlessly destructive and disruptive things, endanger our people, and yet you stand here and have the gall to demand for peace and calm.

Perhaps you are not the Makuta, because you clearly learn nothing. [Pointedly sharp despite its vagueness. "Bitch."] And you are not welcome here.

[He weakly grabs for his staff, leaning his weight against it as he points a finger towards the gates.]

Out.