The Power of Three- Lo'ak x OC x Neteyam

Chapter 2

-Ten years later-

"Come on come on, we're going to be late!" a male Na'vi teenager dashes through the giant trees, braided hair flowing wildly behind him.

"Lo'ak wait up!" a female rushes behind him, slipping the bow she was carrying over her back to help her go faster. Her quiver bounces on her striped skin, hand-made arrows rattling against their wooden holder.

"Both of you, quit rushing!" a male about the same age as the girl trots behind them, offense clear on his face. The two ahead of him pay him no attention, skidding to a stop at the edge of a sheer drop off. At their whistles , a pair of brightly colored ikran flap into view, a third one not far behind. The two teens bond quickly with their partners and fly off, leaving their third behind.

Their war cries echo off the floating mountains around them, causing Neteyam to roll his eyes and shake his head before bonding with his waiting ikran and gliding after them. His mount flaps hard, the ikran's wing membranes clapping together in the air. He dives below his brother and sister only to flip and brush talons with Ava's ikran, Yryni. He grins as the girl above him laughs, missing the jealous glare his brother sends his way. Eventually the trio levels out, winding through the many massive rocks of their sky home. Whooping loudly, Lo'ak announces their presence to the war party on a mission below them, the mass of warriors in formation creating room for the three Sully children.

The raid continues on, all thoughts of playing far from the minds of the Na'vi teens as they focus on the task ahead. Once Jake gives the signal, the formation dives below the treeline, their ground team of Na'vi and direhorses blowing up the track of the supply train they were disrupting. Ava asks her ikran to flip over the trees, cruising beyond the group in full sight of the train's escorts. They immediately turn to face the bait, the female snarling in feral warning and Yryni snapping her exotic wings wide to echo the sentiment. The two gunships are quickly taken out by Neytiri and Jake, a proven deadly combo in the war against the sky people. The rest of the party lands below, quickly distributing weapons and goods from the destroyed locomotive.

High above, the three teens glide in wide circles, keeping an eye out for any enemy retaliation to the destruction they were causing.

"Bro, we've got to get down there!" Lo'ak calls over to his brother, bringing his ikran in close in an effort to convince him.

"No way! Dad will skin us!" Neteyam shakes his head, ears pinned against his head at the idiotic idea.

"Come on Tey, nobody's coming, we'll be fine," Ava grins confidently, the bright yellow paint on her face accenting her amber-colored eyes.

"Yeah bro, don't be a wuss!" Lo'ak smirks triumphantly before diving towards the ground, Ava close behind.

"Lo'ak! Ava! Get back here you...arghhh!" Neteyam growls, throwing his hands up in frustration and turning his ikran to follow them.

Once on the ground, Ava sprints up to the nearest adult Na'vi, taking the machine gun he thrusts her way and handing it off to Lo'ak, who brandishes it before letting out a series of prideful yips.

"You don't even know how to use that!" Neteyam stomps up to them, the fury evident on his face and in his lashing tail.

"Yes I do," the ever-arrogant Lo'ak counters. "Dad taught me."

"Everyone fall back! Gunships inbound!" Jake's voice booms across the clearing. The group quickly scatters, every warrior heading towards or calling their mounts. The three teenagers turn to run but are blown into the air by the well-placed strike of an enemy gunship. A Na'vi warrior on a rearing direhorse levels an RPG, taking the ship down in one shot. Jake bursts through the burning rubble, shouting for his children. He comes upon a stunned Lo'ak blinking wildly in the acrid smoke.