(complete it until the third movie comes out) What if Jake Sully didn't choose to mate with Neytiri.
What if he chose to mate with someone else in the clan.
Almost 2 months since the battle against the sky people, things have been starting to be no...
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Bold is Na'vi translated. Regular font is English. Italics is John's thoughts and narration.
John pulls his body up yet another floating rock, lifting his head to see which path Neytiri took, following it as closely as he's able to. In the end, him and Neytiri were able to reach the top where the banshees were.
Crouching low, John followed Neytiri lead, only stopping at what he figured was the closest they would be able to go before the banshees attacked.
Crouching behind the fallen tree trunk, he was glad Neytiri had led him to a stop. Up close, the banshees were excitingly feral, screeching and hissing as they spread their wings threateningly.
They were magnificent beasts, mighty in a way Earth could never produce. In the middle, a big dark green and gold colored banshee sat screeching.
Although it was huge, it wasn't even close to Neytiri's Ikran size. Still, instinctively, John knew that this was the banshee for him, and by the way it snapped its powerful jaws at him, it had decided to kill him.
"Here goes nothing." He said to himself, sucking his teeth, before stepping over the fallen tree they were taking cover behind, officially entering the fight with the banshee.
Readying his braided quene, John tactically steps closer, eyes zeroed in on the banshee's movements. The beast cried loudly as it spread its long wings before hissing at him, extending its sharp row of teeth in a way he didn't know they could.
"Come on!" He yelled at the Ikran. The banshee hisses at him again and in a show of defiance, John hissed right back, squaring his shoulders to appear larger.
It's what the banshee has been waiting for as it pushes its long neck forward, snapping its powerful jaws at him.
And just like that, the fight has started. Stepping away from the huge, snapping head, John twists his upper body and delivers a heavy blow to the side of the banshee's back.
Turning its head towards him again, it snaps its powerful jaws at him again and again. He's barely able to jump away from the sharp teeth each time, but in the end, he's forced to jump onto the banshee's neck to avoid the snapping mouth.
The landing isn't ideal, not by a long shot. He manages to wrap his long arms around the banshee's neck, his legs flailing on both sides, trying to get a good grip as the beast moves frantically beneath him.
The banshee quickly lifts its head, successfully throwing him up in the air as it lowers itself to the ground again.
John manages to hold on with one hand to the long tsulu-thing, but as his heavy body comes down to straddle the banshee's long neck, the landing fails miserably. As his heavy body crashes against the solid neck of the banshee, his privates take the force of both of their bodies colliding.
In the distance, he can hear Neytiri being worried for him as she watched him tame the animal.
"Tie their mouth shut." Neytiri shouts over the sound of him fighting. John listen to her as he tried his best to hold onto the thrashing banshee.
