ꎇ꒒ꌩꀤꈤꁅ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂦꂵꍏ꓄ꀤꀘꍏꌩꍏ (ꍏꃴꍏ꓄ꍏꋪ ꊼ ꂦꉓꌗ)

\\ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟚//

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A chilling sound echoes through the forest... The ululating war cries of hundreds of Na'vi. The troopers, look around, spooked. They can't tell where the sound is coming from. Then they feel it... the ground itself shaking. They grip their weapons, bracing themselves as three hundred na'vi horsemen charge through the forest at a full gallop, their hooves pounding the earth. It is a spectacular sight. Norm rides with the Na'vi hunters, carrying an assault rifle. He thrusts it into the air as he lets out a cry. The na'vi charge thunders toward the human line. The hunters raise their bows as the ampsuits raise their GAU-90's.

"Fire for effect," Quaritch ordered, staring at the target cursors tracking the ghost riders. 

The entire line of troopers opens fire. Tracers riddle the jungle, blasting foliage into confetti. Charging direhorses crash down one by one, flipping over, as they are hit by the steel rain. Riders are flung from their mounts, arrows flying. The withering fire continues, and the ranks are decimated as riders launch their arrows at a full gallop. A few hit their marks among the troopers. Norm fires his AR on full auto, managing to hit two or three soldiers. Two charging direhorses have a heavy log slung between them like a battering ram. At a full gallop, they hit an ampsuit, flipping it onto its back with a blown-out canopy. Victory is short-lived, however, as the two riders are cut down. Norm's horse is hit by tracer fire, and he is flung off as the creature cartwheels. He hits the ground hard, scrambling for cover as a warrior throws his spear a moment before his horse is cut down beside him. It slams through an ampsuit's canopy but the merciless fire continues. Horses rear and collapse. Riders pivot their mounts to flee and the thermal screens show the remaining ghost riders scattering. Lyle signals and the line advances, firing sporadically at moving targets. Overhead, na'vi hunters stream through the trees, running along the branches. As the troopers advance into bow range, the na'vi open fire, and troopers spout arrows in the throat, legs, masks... The targets Nate taught them, but the firing line aims upward, tracking the thermal targets. Tracers rip through the foliage and multiple na'vi fall while others retreat as bark and wood are blasted off the limbs beneath their feet. Norm sprints frantically through the woods, shouting into his throat mic.

"Jake! Nate! You copy!? We're falling back! We're getting hammered!" He exclaimed.

"Copy get out of there!" Jake responded.

The surviving na'vi flee the horrific onslaught. It is a total rout. 

In the Dragon, Quaritch catches glimpses of the figures streaming through the forest below.

"Blue team, switch forties. Fire at will." Led by the Dragon, the gunships fire streamers of 40mm rockets ahead of them. 

The jungle explodes with huge bursts. Circular shockwaves flash outward through the jungle, terrified horses rearing, Na'vi leaping, as the jungle rocks with the concussive onslaught. Hunters look up as a dark shape hovers overhead. The down blast of the Valkyrie's lift jets shreds the forest, their bay ramps lowering.

The pallet falls into the jungle below and BA-WHOOOOOM! An enormous high-explosive blast rips a huge hole in the forest. A white concussion wave flashes out across the ground for hundreds of meters in all directions. At ground level, it is an apocalypse. Running Na'vi are blasted out of existence by fire and shock waves. In the cargo bay the troopers cheer and high-five. 

"Yeah, baby! Get some!" Lyle cheers as he continues to fire.

Ground troops advance, firing flamethrowers, AR's, and GAU- 90's. High above, in the floating mountains, Quaritch's aerial fleet flies into the shadow of the Mountain of Truth. 

"Blue team, stay with the ground units. Red team, with me. We're punching for the main target."

Jake and Nate fly around the mountain with their weapons raised, rushing forward.

"Horh horh horh!" Jake pumped his arm holding his machine gun in the air. 

"Aaaawoooooh!" Nate brandished his bow, following in the war cry. 

~𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬!~ Tsu'Tey brought his banshee down off its mountain perch, screaming a war cry as he fell in behind the two avatars leading the charge.

Scores of banshee riders cry out as they too, leap from the mountainside, following Jake and Nate. 

"Brother I'm going to punch a hole, you follow me through!" Jake spoke to Tsu'Tey through their comm. 

~𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦.~ Tsu'Tey replied, ready.

Jake and Nate's Great Leonopterux flair its wings and flash their giant fangs as they suddenly appear before Quaritch's aerial assault. Jake's Taruk flairs into its signature crimson X shape, and Jake, with narrow eyes, hisses fiercely just before, K-WHAM!! It grabs a Scorpion by the tail, twisting and turning before releasing, and sending it tumbling into a small floating mountain.

Nate follows suit, chirping high-pitched calls, resulting in Xeruk raising his clawed feet and slamming into a gunship. The air battle is joined. Nate can barely hang onto the gyrating creature. The pilot of the Scorpion sees nothing but jaws slamming into his canopy. Xenruk releases the gunship and it careens into a cliff, tearing off one rotor then plummets into the trees. There is a satisfying fireball. Scorpions fall out of formation as the rain of banshees crashes into them. 

Quaritch glances up to see a squadron of winged shapes, diving out of the morning glare like birds of prey. 

"Break formation engage all hostiles!" Quaritch ordered, staring at the carnage outside his cockpit. 

Scorpions break off to pursue individual banshee riders, firing cannons and rockets. Nate banks as the cliff face next to him explodes with cannon rounds. Screaming down on him is another Scorpion. Nate tucks and dives along the cliff, feeling the rounds splitting the air around him, and the Scorpions bank after the furiously jinking banshees as they head for cover among the floating mountains, or dive down into the trees. Door gunners in a Samson are shooting down banshees like Messerschmidts from a B-17. Tsu'Tey draws his bow in a full delta dive. He swoops in from its blind spot and the gunners swivel too late as Tsu'tey flashes past them, shooting arrows with deadly accuracy. A Scorpion gunship dives after a banshee. It fires an air-to- air missile and the banshee vanishes in an explosion. Thirty ships and hundreds of banshees wheel and dive, like the Battle of Britain. Banshees are hit by guns and missiles, falling out of the sky. The occasional trail of smoke and fire marks the demise of a tilt-rotor. In the center, the Dragon is pouring out hellacious fire, tracer rounds from multiple turrets, and missiles from the stub-wing pods.

Ke'Kaya banks hard as tracers flash past her. A Scorpion is right on her ass as she rolls inverted and dives under the edge of Mons Veritatis, then rolls out, zig-zagging through the dangling vines but... The gunship stays on her. It rips through the vines, and tracers flash toward her before she jinks the banshee around a thundering waterfall, the gunship smashing straight into the wall behind it, exploding right through the curtain of water. 

In a similar position, Neytiri jinks hard, diving, a gunship on her tail. It fires a missile and hits a rock outcropping, pummeling her with the shock wave. 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 and the scorpion gunner locks up Neytiri for a missile shot but a shdow crosses his canopy. Out of the sun comes a navy demon, shrieking over the roar of the turbines.

K-WHAMMM!! 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. Nate kicks the gunship loose and it falls like a brick, breaking its back on a rocky promontory and exploding.

"Sister! Are you hurt!?" He calls to Netiri as they both ascend into the air. 

"No! I am well! Thank you!" Neytiri nodded, banking hard as another gunship appeared in front of them.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───