A/N: I apologize for the long time it took me to post this as well as for the short chapter. I believe that I have finished with the missing chapters, I might realize later that I'm not, but for now I think I am.
Now about this chapter, I feel that it is missing something, but I can't put my finger on it. If you can please tell me.
More description of the village maybe?

For the briefest bit of time there was only the sound of pounding footsteps, heaving chests and the dull and distant cries from the forest. Then a Huron shouted. Curious faces appeared at doors but they quickly disappeared with fright. I voiced a loud yell and suddenly chaos broke like a thunderclap over the village.

Women screamed.

Children wailed.

A few young men, boys really, joined Magua and his followers as they arrayed themselves in a grim line before the lodges. I paused a moment in my headlong dash, panting, to allow my friends to reach my side. Sweat ran down my bare chest and mingled with the blood of my enemies. Something dripped into my eyes and I ran a hand over my forehead.

Blood. Sweat. Filth.

I shook my hand out and leaned down, resting my gory hands on my thighs. A moment passed—my pounding heart rate slowed… Then another—my breath came easily… And my Delaware warriors were upon me with Hawkeye, Duncan, David, and Monro behind them.

I raised my head up. I straightened to my full hight and looked Magua in the eye. He laughed, but there was a shade of fear in his eyes. The hatred a Delaware has for a Wyandot was hereditary, but my hatred for him was personal. Magua knew it as well as I did. One of us would die. Him or me. When the sun set only one of us would be living… maybe neither.

I was sure of the outcome of this battle between the tribes—the Delawares would triumph. Not so though for the outcome of the real battle waged between myself and Le Renard. All the many Delaware warriors were but loyal men who had volunteered to help me in my cause; this was not their battle though they fought it.

Le Renard gave a long whooping yell and his warriors repeated it. I coiled myself like a panther ready to spring. From my throat ripped my nation's war-cry. It echoed off the mountainside and resounded in my heart. My blood pumped through my veins as liquid fire. The yells of my comrades rose around me. The copper hued skin of the Hurons filled my vision. Strong-will with his deep throated roar, Hawkeye with foul oaths spouting from his mouth, they flanked me.

Then I was running forward, dodging a well aimed swing of a club, and discharging my musket directly into the chest of Huron boy. My tomahawk whirled and spun. My face was splattered with blood and dust. My fingers and arms were slick. The red battle haze hung thickly over my eyes.

I did not see.

I did not hear.

I did not feel.

I did not think.

Instinct and rage, muscle-memory and morbid exaltation, that was all that was left in me as I fought the dance of blood, torn flesh, shattered bones, screams, and death.

The Hurons fought around their council-lodge with the fury of despair, but how could that match the fury of love? Of insulted pride?

Still Magua, though daring and much exposed, escaped from my every effort against his life. I could never near him. Always he was just ahead of me. Always one of his companions separated us. Always, when that man fell by my hand, another replaced him.

I was bent over the form of a great man, retrieving my deeply lodged tomahawk, when I heard a yell that spoke volumes of anger and disappointment. Only Magua would utter such a cry. I rose and faced my enemy.

He met my eyes for a moment.

I tore my weapon from its place in the cleft skull of the dead corpse at my feet.

Magua's gaze darted from the many dead—warriors in their prime, boys not yet even sixteen, old men whose silver hair had been suffered to cover the full head as a sign of their retirement from war—to a thicket of bushes. He turned and fled, taking with him his two surviving companions.

I bounded after him. Only one of us could live.

A/N: Now I have a question about the last chapter, would you guys like me to kill Magua off the way Cooper did in his book, or would you like me to give Uncas the honor? It is your choice.

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