Chloe felt the disturbance in the water the moment Clint hit it. Even with the tide as it was, she could feel it. She stood only long enough to fall forward and plung into an oncoming wave. Her speed underwater far outstripped her speed above it. She kicked her feet and sped through the dark water, diving down to the very depths of the lake, before coming back up much nearer Clint. She decided to give him a minute underwater, just a moment to consider surfacing. A little test perhaps, or just a joke to suggest she might've actually told him to jump in the lake for no good reason.<br/><br/>Then she moved again, upward, wrapping her arms around Clint, and pulling him downward. It would take her about thirty-seconds to get down to the bottom of the lake. She pulled hard, and being a far superior, natural, swimming, it wasn't hard to make Clint come with her, even if he was on the edge of drowning, though she'd know if he was in real danger.<br/><br/>When their feet touched the lake bottom, an air bubble began to form. She'd always figured the ability was an extension of pulling the components of air out of the water, but she wasn't sure. Within moments, their bouancy was gone, and their weight was on their feet again, the air pocket she'd created forming a more or less 'dome' shape on the bottom, which expanded well until it was larger than they were. Of course it was still pitch black.