Calm Before The Storm, Jake Sully

030, Raiding Trains.

♯┆calm before the storm .ᐟ
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Her told her to stay on the mountain. But, Denahi would do anything for her people. Her core was strong as she shot her arrow in the railing of the train track. Riti continued to lap around as the trains crashed. She landed on the ground, watching her people raid the trains of human weapons. Without weapons, what would they do? "Go, go!" She ordered some slow Na'vi's.

"Gunship's inbound! Fall back!" Jake shouted through his comms. Her teeth blazed at the gunships heading their way, hoping back onto Riti. Her core was strong as she shot into the gunships propeller, watching as the aircraft fell to the ground.

The sight becoming too sickly, air too thick from the flames engulfing the ground beneath. And after this final raid, the war party was over.

She couldn't wait to return home. Back to Kiri, Tuk and Malhua. Her three daughters. Riti landed on the border of High Camp, feeling four hands land on her body immediately. "My girls!" Denahi cried before kneeling to their level, bringing the two of them into a tight, longing hug.

"Momma's back... Momma is home," She whispered to the two of them, fingers falling between their freshly-braided hair.

When she stood, she took Malhua in her arms, holding her close to her chest. "Fall in!" What had their sons done now? Because the tone of his voice was anything but joyful.

"You're supposed to be spotters. You spot bogeys and you call them in, from a distance! Does any of that sound familiar? Get here!" Jake ordered Lo'ak to stand with him. Denahi flicked her sight between her two sons, noticing their disappointment, "Jesus. I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders! Kiri, can you go help Mo'at with the wounded."

Kiri looked up at her father, "My brother is wounded." Denahi pressed her palm into Neteyam's body, tracing his wounds. She cursed herself, how did she allow this to happen to them two? And when he begged Kiri more she went on her way, Tuk following close behind her.

"Take Mal with them," Jake told Denahi. And the tone wasn't appreciated. Malhua hid her face into Denahi's chest. "Ma'Jake! You are scaring her," She was a sensitive child, and the angry tone of her father didn't help. Jake closed his eyes and regained himself again.

Denahi glared at Jake before taking Neteyam's hand into hers and leading him to Mo'at's tent for treatment. "It is fine. Dad is only scared, okay?" Denahi mentioned to comfort her two youngest daughters.

And Jake didn't show his emotions. But, Denahi could read him like a book. He didn't mean to shout at them. He was scared for them. Scared of losing them.