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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
𝐘/𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑. A Scorpion is right on her. She rolls inverted and dives under the edge of Mons Veritatis, then rolls out, zig-zagging through the dangling vines.
The gunship stays on her. It rips through the vines, and tracers flash toward her. Sh jinks the banshee around a thundering waterfall but her pursuer launches a missile shock wave.
It explodes right through the curtain of water. It air-to-air missile. Hitting a rock outcropping, pummeling her with the gunship follows her through a narrow slit between Mons Veritatis and a smaller floating island. They run this slot rolled up on their sides.
The scorpion gunner locks on the na'vi for a missile shot.
A shadow crosses his canopy. Out of the sun comes a crimson demon, shrieking over the roar of the turbines. The leonopteryx slams the gunship, driving it downward in a dive. The leonopteryx lashes at it with claws and teeth as they fall together out of control.
Jake kicks the gunship loose and it falls like a brick, breaking its back on a rocky promontory.
A second samson falls in beside the first. This one has its pilot door off, and the pilot is wearing a breathing mask and war paint. The door gunners wave the gun it's way.
Trudy her expression grim behind her mask. She holds the cyclic stick between her knees while she rakes the other ship with burst from an AR in her lap. The pilot slumps over and the craft tumbles out of control.
"You're not the only ones with guns, you pricks."
Y/N turns her banshee, an enemy Samson right behind her, following her down into the trees, under the canopy. They slalom among the trunks at high speed. The gunners hang half out the doors, firing. Bark and leaves explode around her as she zig-zags through the jungle.
