Angel's Return (A Neteyam and Aonung Love Story)

Chapter Two

Neteyam pulled the string of his bow back, his eyes narrowed. He was completely focused on his target.
He parted his lips, letting out a small hum. The trees carried it through the wind.

Neteyam hissed low as a metal robot made its way to his target, who still held a Na'vi warrior captured.

The metal robot turned, that male inside looking older. White hair in a messy bun, dark and tired green eyes, missing yellow teeth. He was heavyset.
Very different from the men around him who were tall in their Avatar bodies. Dark hair, athletic. Healthy and young.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we captured the spy."
The one who held the warrior, Efio, by his braid spoke. His voice scratchy, almost wounded sounding.

The Colonel moved his metal arm, grabbing Efio's arm and pulling it. Stretching the muscle.
"Where's his chief?"

The Avatar around him looked to each other, each coming up silent.
The robot dropped Efio's arm, taking small steps back.
"You don't know where he is?!"

Neteyam hissed loudly, the arrow firing into the Avatars head. Efio took his chance, quickly shoving his knife into the other two.
Warriors jumped from the trees, chasing the two wounded Avatar as they ran for shelter.

Neteyam rolled on the ground, his eyes trained on the robot.
He stood, smirking as three of his fellow warriors holding the robots arms back, the last other helping Efio to his feet.
"You were looking for me, Lieutenant?"

The man went wide-eyed, his mask fogging as his breathing came heavier.
Neteyam set his bow down, ripping the harness away from the Lieutenants body.

He wrapped his four fingers around his neck, lifting him high into the air as he kicked his feet.
"Warriors, do you think the Ikran's would like a treat?"

The warriors around him laughed, spinning jokes off in Na'vi.
They loved the way the man became more manic at every Na'vi word they said.

"Speak English, you freaks!"

The laughing stopped as Neteyam brought the man close to his face.
"You will taste bitter to the Palulukan, demon."

The lieutenant went still, turning his head in Neteyams hand as a beast immerged from the trees.
On earth, the lieutenant thought it was a dog at first. Only at first.
It had many legs, a shiny grey skin, his mouth opening in two as he stared at his next meal.

Neteyam smirked, his hand tightening around his neck.
"Good boy."

The man screamed as Neteyam through him, harshly landing against the base of the tree.
He panted as the animal walked towards him, lunging onto his arm and running him through the bushes.

Neteyam turned to his warriors, picking his bow up before setting the robot on the forest floor.
"Is he wounded?"

Efio smiled, shaking his head as he stood. His own knife dripping with human blood.
The other warrior, the older one, held Efio by the shoulder, shaking her head. Hi'ná.
"You might need to train with Uveyí."

They all laughed, walking towards their homes.

Neteyam smiled as he walked into his hut, Mo'at carefully setting out dinner.
"Nonna, you should be resting. It is late."

Mo'at smiled, carefully sitting on the floor as she motioned for Neteyam to eat.
Neteyam sat beside her, setting his bow and knife by the doorway.
"Do not worry, child, I have slept enough."

Neteyam smiled, beginning to spoon the soup his grandmother made.
She smiled as she watched him, happy for his return.

Neteyam placed his knife back on his hip, his bow carefully sitting across his chest.
Mo'at sat carefully on a chair, her hands combing through her hair. Preparing for bed.
"Neteyam?"