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𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ neteyam finds an unconscious
na'vi in the woods during a patrol, who
happens to be the last of her clan,
massacred by the sky people. t...
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THE FIGHT HAD already started by the time they arrived. The wheezing of arrows was followed by the rattling sound of gunfire, the whole mixed with shouts and yells. Amraë and Neteyam were watching from above, silently moving from branch to branch, from tree to tree. Amraë clutched her whip, her heart jumping as she heard a high-pitched scream. Tuk.
Another voice came in hearing range, this one much lower. Much more familiar.
"Is that you, Mrs Sully?"
Amraë clenched her jaw. Quarrich.
As they jumped down from a branch, hidden by the thick vegetation, Amraë made out what Jake had called the shack from afar, an old scientist lab, reconquered by nature. From her position, she could make out the colonel, who had taken cover behind a fallen log. She froze. If she jumped now and was quick enough, she could take him out — and probably get shot afterwards. But still...
A hand caught her wrist. Neteyam shook his head. Not yet. He pointed down. Quarrich was motioning his team away —in Neytiri's direction. He was trying to distract her. Amraë nodded and followed Neteyam down. Despite his apparently calm demeanor, she could feel the tension, see his fingers itching for his bow.
"Why don't you come on out, Mrs Sully?" Quarrich's voice came again. "You and I, we got some...unfinished business."
Neytiri's voice answered in freezing fury:
"Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to."
As they finally reached the ground, Neteyam grabbed his bow, and Amraë reaffirmed her grip on her whip. One of the soldiers passed meters away from them as Quarrich continued his little provocative speech.
"I guess you and the corporal have been pretty busy, haven't you? Got yourself a whole litter of...half-breeds."
The soldier stopped. He raised his gun. From afar, Neytiri's shadow cut out from a space between the trees, giving the ranger a clear shot. She raised her arm, but Neteyam reacted faster. Not a second later, the air split and an arrow embedded in the back of the soldier's head.
Another soldier jerked up. "Na'vi!" he screamed, raising his gun. Neteyam notched another arrow — too late.
"Neteyam!"
Amraë threw herself at him with her full weight and tackled him to the ground as bullets erupted above them. Neteyam pulled her up with surprising strength.
"Run!" he yelled as they started racing through the trees.
An avatar suddenly blocked their path, her gun at the ready, making the young Na'vi stop dead in their stracks. Or at least, made Neteyam stop. Amraë did not. Her whip slashed through the air, snatching the gun from the soldier's hands; the knife seemed to materialize in her hand as it seared through the air and sank in the avatar's shoulder.
