Dancing mad

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The Na'vi stormed the base, arrows flying and knifes cutting down people. The soldiers reacted, taking their guns, and sprayed their bullets. Quartich smirked, the tiny bullets bouncing off the hull and the metal of his AMP suit. His face then turned thunderous, and he fired his gun, people being tossed around like little dolls at the impact. Parker glanced out of his office window, watching the Na'vi and a certain human attack. The business man leapt back when one arrow came towards him, piercing the glass. Half-way, it was stuck in the window. Blackwood, who was in the office with Selfridge, growled like the animal he was. His body was covered in body wrapped, the white cloth stained with his blood. That damn Tu'sky did do a number on him, and it hurt everytime he breathed. He would not be surprised if a rib was broken. Ikrans dove down, attacking machines and humans alike. Na'vi grabbed humans, tossing them aside, or shooting them down with their arrows, or knifing them.

"I knew this would happen," the general hissed. The moment he was going to have his way with Tu'sky, he was called away. She was lucky.

"Well, you did take Quaritch's girl," Parker snapped. "No shit!" The business man ran from the office, like the coward he was.

Blackwood rushed from the office, grabbing his gun. He went to his men, who were already preparing for battle. He grabbed a mask, placing it on his face, and entered the toxic atmosphere. He fired his machine gun, hitting some Na'vi. Suddenly, Ikrans swooped down, plucking humans up and tossing them around. Blackwood growled, catching Quaritch's AMP out of the corner of his eye. The clone broke down the fence that guarded Hell's Gate, allowing Na'vis to enter the base. Na'vi people then entered the base, smashing in windows, which set off alarms, indicating that toxic air was entering the area. People quickly put on their masks, and grabbed their guns. The Toruk smashing into a building, ripping at it violently. Neytiri jumped off, aiming her arrow. Just then Parker came into view. She recognized the man as the one who started it all. He was the one who brought the Sky People and their terror. She growled, firing her arrow at him. It went into his chest, and he gagged. Jake jumped down, throwing humans aside like they were nothing. And he then glanced down at the dying Parker. The rich business man glanced up, his eyes dull. Jake's ears dropped.

"Parker, if you were not so selfish," the once-Marine whispered. "We could have had peace, but because of you being so selfish . . . You brought your own demise."

Selfridge growled, his spirit leaving his body along with his last breath.

Jake nodded solemnly, knocking away the enemies as he went. AMPs attacked, but Ikrans were too fast for them. The dragon-like creatures brought them down to the earth, ripping at them with brute force.

Meanwhile, Tu'sky slammed her body onto the door wildly. She paused, looking hatefully at the slab of metal in her way. Her hands went to the door, and she patted heavily. Tu'sky then glanced around, hoping that there would be something to help her (her knife didn't really help). The Na'vi female groaned in pain, and she searched. She had nothing to aid her, just her body. She snarled, and went to the wall behind her, glaring at the door. She then charged at it, jumping up and kicked at the metal. She collasped to the floor, and hissed in pain. All she made was a single dent in the metal. Tu'sky then stood up, holding her side. She looked at the lock on the door. It had one of those pads. If she remembered correctly, one had to punch numbers into it to open it. An idea came to her. She yelled, slamming her fist into the pad, which opened the door wiuth a hiss, and the moment she opened the door, it became difficult to breathe. She gagged, taking in a sharp breath, stumbling through the hallway, and rushed to a window. She quickly smashed it, allowing Pandoran air to enter the hallway. Tu'sky gagged, and blood filled her mouth. The Na'vi female quickly spat it out, and looked outside. She saw her clan fighting the humans, and she smiled. She then looked at the other doors, noticing Na'vi females. These were the captured Na'vi female children. Tu'sky smashed the number pads that hung on the wall, ignoring the seething pain that filled her body. She opened the door, and female teenager Na'vi glanced up with pure joy.

"Go!" Tu'sky cried in Na'vi.

The girl sat up, rushing for freedom. She went to the other cells, opening the door for them as well. The female children rushed, happiness spread across their faces; they were finally free. Tu'sky groaned, her hand going to her injuired stomach. Once she freed them, she went out another smashed window, feeling her limbs aching from being tasered by the demon of a man. The Na'vi female climbed out, and hit the ground, growling in pain. She saw the Na'vi females rush towards the forest, back to where they were supposed to be. She then saw Neytiri, rushing to the queen of her people.

"Neytiri!" Tu'sky cried, standing up, and rushed to her.

Neytiri turned to her, smiling, but then frowned, noticing Tu'sky bruised body. "What happened?" she demanded, cupping the smaller Na'vi's face.

"That don't matter," Tu'sky growled. "Where's my Miles?"

"I do not know," Neytiri said.

Tu'sky nodded, her ears low. "I must find him," she concluded. "Keep going!"

Neytiri nodded as Tu'sky ran to find the clone. The princess did not notice the human that was aiming at her. But then he was shot down by another human. Neytiri turned, looking at one soldier who had his face painted. The roar of metal and machines filled her ears. Painted AMP suits and Scorpions attacked the enemy humans. Rajian was in one of them, waving around a closed fist, calling to his armed friends. Neytiri watched as the partnered humans attacked the foes. She smiled, watching one enemy Scorpion spiral downward to the earth and exploded.

A human was before her. He fired his gun, and Tu'sky felt a large pain rip at her earlobe. She screamed in agony, one of her hands flying up to cup her ear. She hissed, her tail twitching in her anger. The man smirked. Just as he was going to fire again, Norm had shot the man. The human gagged, looking at the arrow that tore through him for a few moments before he fell to his death. The once-human rushed to her, seeing the blood that stained her body.

"Are you okay?" he asked, fearful.

She sat up, her hand still over her ear. "I'm fine," she muttered.

Norm shook his head, scooping her up, and he carried her over to a safe spot underneath some roots. "Stay here," he ordered. Norm took a breath, and rushed back to the battle grounds.

The painted AMPs, humans, and Samsons darted around, killing and being killed. The explosions of the machines filled Tu'sky's ears. She groaned, allowing her body to bleed. She was going to give up. She was worthless as a warrior now. She might as well commit honorable suicide. But something in her told her not to. She had to stay strong. Tu'sky stood up, blood trickling down her stomach and shaky legs, using the tree as her support. And she walked, and soon trotted along.

"Miles! My Miles!"

And where was Miles? Following two other AMPs that were determined to go to where the other Na'vi were in hiding. Quaritch attacking one AMP, knocking it to the ground. The human inside growled, looking at the clone. The second AMP attacked Quaritch, beating at the metal. The clone's robot fist smashed into the enemy AMP's windshield. He reached into the machine, yanking out the human, and flung him aside like he was a doll. The other enemy AMP pushed Quaritch back, knocking him into a tree. The clone growled, attacking the AMP with full force. The other AMP pushed Quaritch down, and ran like a coward.

"Where ya going?" the clone called, following the runaway AMP.

The other human did not answer, but rushed out from the dead forest. The man reached rocks and a hill of rocks, and he began to climb those rocks. Quaritch followed, reaching up to try to grab the leg of the enemy AMP suit. But, he too, scaled the mountain. He rushed until he met the end of a mountain. Below were sharp rocks and shrubs. He was cornered. And before he could attack or do anything, Quaritch pushed him over the edge, and he fell to his death. The clone took in a calming breath, allowing his body to calm down. But when he turned around, a large bright red Ikran stood before him. The clone took no notice, but when he tried to pass, the creature would not allow him to do so. Quaritch was surprised as the beast hissed and snarled at him. In Na'vi culture, when an Ikran was ready to attack, that meant that it has chosen their rider.

And he was this Ikran's rider.

He looked up to the sky. "Really, Eywa, now?" he demanded. The Ikran hissed, eyeing him harshly.

Hey, Neytiri (the user here on FF), I don't know what's up and how you know that I was going to kill Parker back in JAC, but get out of my head! D: Are you hiding under my bed or something? If you are, get out! XD