No, Pandoramyland777, Tu'sky is not based after me; in fact, she is my opposite. She's based after one of my kung fu teachers. ;3 One of my favorite ones, really.

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Knight in Metal Skin

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Quaritch moved his AMP, jumping up, smashing down on a jeep. Men screamed, flying around, and then violently slamming onto the ground. He reached out his metal hand, grabbing a man, and then he threw the man. Tu'sky jumped up, standing, arching perfectly. She released her arrow, and hitting a man square in the chest. He gagged, and then tumbled to the ground dead. She did not notice the man behind her, aiming at her head, but Norm noticed. He fired his arrow, and it shot him. Tu'sky turned around, watching the man tumbling to the ground. She turned to her brother-figure, smiling at him brightly, and he returned it. Quaritch turned upward to the sky, signaling to Jake. The clan leader turned to those who were riding their Ikrans, and ordered: "CHARGE!"

The Na'vis let out cries, and their four-winged beasts roared as they dipped down towards the earth. AMPs fired off their rounds, shooting at the Ikrans and their owners. Quaritch reached out to an AMP, trying to yank the gun from his grip. He did not want to kill the man in the AMP, but only wanted to subdue him. The clone growled, applying force on the gun. The soldier struggled, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, which was now bleeding. Quaritch yanked the gun out of the hands of the metal brute, throwing it on the ground. He then attacked his once soldier, his robots hands being snatched by his soldier's. Their hands were locked, both struggling. Quaritch smirked, pushing downward. He was stronger than the younger man. The soldier was being subdued, and then he was flipped over by the clone. Just then, there was a beeping sound. The soldier was frantic, knowing that it was his AMP that was going off. He was losing air. But how? He struggled, and soon the air began to disappear.

Quaritch ran off, attacking another AMP. He knocked that robot to the ground, and turned around, attacking another one. Blackwood was off in the distance, just watching, enjoying the scene in front of him. A Na'vi male jumped at him, and he barely took notice. He latched out his robot hand, grabbing the Na'vi, squeezing. The creature twisted in the grip, losing air, and he felt his ribcage collapse in. The AMP's strength was better than when they first arrived on Pandora so long ago. The general crushed the Na'vi until a ribcage bone pierced a lung. Blood filled the mouth of the Na'vi, and he drowned in his own blood. Blackwood smirked, throwing aside the Na'vi like he was nothing. He rushed, reaching out his hand as an Ikran dove down. He grabbed one of the four wings, throwing the creature down on the ground. It screeched as Blackwood grabbed the lower jaw, ripping it clean off. The general then reached out, crushing the neck of the Ikran. The Na'vi, who was female, cried, knowing that her Ikran was dead. She hissed, jumping at the general. He smirked, grabbing her by her sensitive braid. She screeched, holding her braid in pain. Blackwood threw the Na'vi to another man, who grabbed her with his robot hands.

"Take her back to the base," he ordered with an evil smirk. "Get some more bitches while you're at it."

The soldier smirked, gripping the female Na'vi tightly so she would not get away, and he walked off. Quaritch, meanwhile, began to attack other AMPs. Tu'sky was not too far behind, killing footmen as she went. She smirked as she watched her newest victim die. She turned to her want-to-be mate, watching him struggle with another soldier. Tu'sky draped the bow around her upper torso, and rushed to the clone. The clone used his robotic strength to push down on the other AMP. She hissed, jumping on the enemy AMP. The other soldier clawed out, and there was another beeping sound, and his air began to thin out. Quaritch grabbed his love interest, yanking her away from the malfunctioning machine. The machine stopped moving—his air left the machine.

"What happen?" she asked.

Quaritch gently placed her back onto the ground. He looked to the AMP. "I don't know," he said. "I think it malfunctioned."

She looked up at the clone, placing a hand on the windshield. "Be safe," Tu'sky whispered.

His robot hand reached over, touching her gently. "I will," Quaritch stated. "I will, babe, I promise."

Tu'sky nodded, patting the glass. His robot hand ran down her body sensually, but then got up, knowing he had to go. He did not want to leave her, but he had to. Quaritch ran off, wanting to strangle Blackwood. Tu'sky went off to her own direction, finding Neytiri. She shot a man, lowering her weapon. Scorpions were now attacking, dropping bombs on the earth below. Dirt flew up, spraying high in the air. Mo'at stood in the centre, watching Ikrans fall to the earth below, and dirt flying. She watched, her ears low, just watching. Trees tumbled to the ground, and there was then fire. There were several AMPs with flamethrowers burning down trees and foliage. There were screams, from both Na'vi and human. Neytiri watched; horrified by what the humans were doing. Fire ate up the trees like a savage wolf would devour a dead rabbit. Na'vis ran from the flames, and the humans advanced. Blackwood watched, several soldiers taking women for themselves. The flames danced in the air, licking the atmosphere. Blackwood turned to one of his men.

"I'm going to have some fun," he said.

"En't you already?" the soldier laughed.

Blackwood laughed. "I'm going to find Quaritch," he stated. "Just a little hunt."

The general walked off, just searching for Quaritch. Meanwhile, the clone glanced around, looking for the enemy. But then there was a voice that entered his head: You do not need your machine anymore. He blinked, wondering why the voice entered his head so randomly. He needed his AMP. No, discard your AMP. You do not need it now. Quaritch sighed, turning off the machine. Why was he doing this? He put on his mask, and jumped out of the machine. He took his loaded gun, placing it in his vest pocket. He rushed into the forest, and he was stopped by an AMP, and Blackwood was in it. He was smirking down at the clone. Quaritch growled, looking at the general. Blackwood snatched out his robot hand, and held him above the ground. The clone struggled, growling.

"Hey, Miles," Blackwood greeted, smirking.

"You bastard," Quaritch hissed, clawing out his hands.

Blackwood threw the clone down, and then dragged him across the dirt. "Hey, buddy, let's have some fun," he stated, smirking broadly. "Let's have a hunt—me the hunter, you the prey. If you win, I won't hurt your bitch."

"Don't you call her that, you sick bastard," Quaritch growled.

Blackwood picked up the clone by his foot, Quaritch dangling. The general smirked deviously. "Deal?" he asked.

"Screw off, leave this people alone!" screeched the clone.

The general flung the clone into a tree. Blackwood laughed, approaching the clone, bending down. "Run," he breathed. "Run for your life."

Quaritch got up, seeing the pure evil in his eyes. Run. Run, the voice said in his head. The clone rushed, feeling weak that he was running from his enemy. Why was he listening to this voice? Why? Blackwood gripped the gun in his robot's hands. This was all one big game to Blackwood, and he was having so much fun.

No Ikrans were harmed during the makin' of this chapter. Just evil jarheads.