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

\\ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟛//

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A Samson flies through the air, as a second Samson falls in beside it. This one has its pilot door off, and the pilot is wearing a breathing mask. The door gunners wave at... Trudy. Her expression grim behind her mask. She holds the cyclic stick between her knees while she rakes the other ship with bursts 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, pricks." 

Neytiri turns her banshee hard, an enemy Samson right behind her. The pilot is a hotdog, 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 Neytiri as she zig-zags through the jungle. The banshee dives under a huge tree limb, and the pilot follows. He looks up at the last second, catching a glimpse of blue-skinned figures. The hunters drop a net of woven vines behind Neytiri and the Samson hits it hard. The net fouls the ship, flipping it backward. It crashes upside down to the forest floor. KABOOM!! Neytiri's banshee is hit by ground-fire. Seze cried out in pain, her bond with Neytiri making the young na'vi woman curl into her hard as she too wailed in pain. Seze folds up like a broken kite, crashing down through branches and slamming hard into the ground, stunned. Neytiri flips off her banshee, rolling along the ground before crashing to a halt. 

"Aaah!" She hissed, looking up at her mount as she lay unmoving. 

"Seze!" She cried out, standing and running over to her as she evaded gunfire. 

Neytiri falls to her knees and places her hands on Seze's muzzle woefully. She caressed her head, the world going fuzzy for a moment as the sadness hit her. Explosions around the forest shocked Neytiri out of her daze, her eyes following the fire as it spread, na'vi flying through the air as they were shot off their horses. Neytiri paused for a moment, not sure what to think as she sat beside Seze.

In the Dragon Quaritch looks ahead, seeing the Well of Souls. 

"There it is." He taps the pilot and points.

He then pulls his hand up and puts it to his ear as he speaks into his headset.

"Valkyrie One, this is Dragon. Target is in sight." 

In the cargo bay of Valkyrie One, the troopers ready their deadly loads. 

"Target in sight." The troopers call to one another.

Circling above, Tsu'tey falls in beside Jake, who talks to him by throat mic.

"We have to stop the shuttles, no matter what it takes." Tsu'Tey nods. 

He signals, gathering other hunters, who fall in with him as he dives. Jake rolls in after them but a gunship drops in behind him and he is forced to evade as Tsu'Tey leads the attack on the first shuttle. Hunters jink and weave through withering fire from the escort ships. Gunners with jerry-rigged gun mounts ride the broad backs of the shuttles, picking off banshees who get past the escort. Tsu'Tey pulls his banshee back up to the open ramp of the Valkyrie. 

He hurls himself up off his banshee and into the bay as he releases an arrow into a trooper. He cries as he grabs another, throwing him from the bay and down into the forest below. Giving another angry cry Tsu'Tey goes to pull his knife from its holster, going in for another trooper only to be raked by a burst of gunfire. He falls in slow motion onto his back, rolling down the open ramp and plummeting. His limbs flail with the wind along with his hair and war attire, the forest rushing up. A blinding blizzard of green as he tears downward, catching at leaves and vines. He was slammed to the ground, badly injured. 

Nearby, ampsuits and troopers advance across the forest floor, firing their cannons and flamethrowers. The GAU-90s rip the forest to shreds. 136. Norm, firing as he retreats, is hit. He collapses, his avatar body mortally wounded as hydraulic feet approach, passing the bodies of direhorses and Na'vi hunters. Norm painfully tries to load another magazine, panting in fear and pain as an ampsuit stomps up and aims its cannon point blank. Bang! Norm's avatar body falls flat.

Neytiri, bleeding, bruised... Staggers amid burning wreckage. Ampsuits footsteps approach and she crouches behind a tree. 

"Ma'Jake!" She called through her comm. 

"I read you!" Jake's voice piped through her mic, a sense of relief and calm washing over her shivering body.

She looks over her shoulder, out from behind the tree to see soldiers walking her way, one with a flamethrower.

"Neytiri!?" Jake's voice called again, and Neytiri ducked back behind the tree.

"Seze's dead, they are very close to the tree," She pants, falling to her haunches as she breathes. 

"Do not attack! Do you ready me Neytiri!?" Troopers are seconds from seeing her. 

"Do not attack! Fall back now~ get out of there! That's an order!" Neytiri knocks an arrow to her Father's bow and reads for a last 'all or nothing' shot. 

"Neytiri!" Jake's terrified voice sounded when the troopers on the far right of the firing line saw something on his screens.

"Right flank! Something's coming! It's all lit up out there." The troopers become aware of the ground shaking. 

A slow building thunderous roar comes flying out of the trees, and the shaking builds. The troopers pivot to face a wall of oncoming Hammerheads crashing out of the foliage in a shower of broken branches. The troopers open fire but the stampede drives over them like a wave. Tree-trunk feet shatter the ampsuit cockpits. Troopers are crushed or asphyxiated. Nearby, the foot-soldiers see living shadows flow out of the gloom as Viperwolves race among them with flashing jaws. The troopers fire wildly as they go down, hitting each other as much as their attackers. 

Neytiri stands in awe as she watches the second-wave assault happen. She puts her fingers to her throat, activating her comm. 

"Jake... Ewya has heard you," She breathed. 

Jake furrowed his brow in confusion before loud stretching caught his ears, and he turned his head back to see hundreds of rider-less wild banshees converge on Quaritch's ships. They literally darken the sky. 

"What the hell?" The wild banshees wheel among the ships, ripping into them.

"Jake you copy?" Nate's voice then sounded in Jake's ears. 

"Yeah, what's wrong?" 

"What's wrong? Are you seeing this!?" Nate proclaimed as Jake continued to stare slowly getting it. 

"Eywa is in the fight." Jake laughed. 

"Well thank god for that, we need all the help we can get! Let's do this brother!" Nate's voice cheered. 

"WHOO-HOOOO!" Jake cried out.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───