Lowering your centre of gravity as you crouched and moved silently across the forest floor, you reached a small tree. Grasping a protruding section of the bark with calloused fingers you hoisted upwards onto the nearest branch. Ascending up until you could see the artificial clearing ahead, your breathing hitched.

Sky People. Their noisy machines that they took on as false bodies, the destructive, odd weapons in their hands. They seemed to be surrounding a shallow divot in the ground covered only by roots. You could see some blue crouching in there — a Na'vi?

The Demons were speaking, some voices crackled and odd (namely those from the machines), while others were clear. You didn't understand what they were sounding, but the tone seemed mocking and cruel.

One of them laughed, pointing a metal limb at the roots, a voice emerging from somewhere on its unnatural body as it spoke in what you could only describe as a crunchy noise. 

While he spoke, you grabbed your bow from it's spot on your back, taking hold of an arrow alongside to notch it into the string.

Inhale, draw.

Exhale, fire.

A Sky Person in the back line fell dead with a cry that was unheard by its group. Followed shortly by the others not in machines — leaving only two.

You weren't sure how to approach destroying these beasts, until you noticed that the Sky People inside seemed to be covered only by some clear material. Taking a chance, you lined up your shot, taking your time to make sure you were certain of your kill before releasing the arrow.

One remained.

The Demon seemed startled as its companion fell, taking a loud step back in surprise as the other beast dropped to its misshapen knees. It grabbed its own arm, which it started to point at the treeline whilst swivelling. A weapon, as its limb? How odd and impractical.

Taking no time to consider it, you decided against wasting an arrow that would likely not shoot true with how the Demon was constantly moving and being shielded by its ugly exterior.

Holdetering your bow, you leapt skillfully through the trees until reaching a branch close to the Sky Person. You leapt with a shrill cry of war, landing right on top of it.

The Demon exclaimed something you didn't understand (it was 'fuck') at your appearance, shouting a second time as your arm burst through the clear covering of its false skin to grab it by the neck.

You tossed it to the side, and with a single shout and a sharp snap, it fell limp on the ground.

Such fragile things, these Demons were. It was a wonder they had survived so long at all.

Your arm stung, that clear, mystery material having pierced your skin and caused long cuts across your forearm, some shards even sticking out.

You ignored it though, more concerned for whoever was in the ditch. As you made your way to it you wondered who it could be — someone from the Aranahe? A wanderer?

Unfortunately — or, fortunately? — for you, it was neither. When you'd peered into the ditch, you'd flinched at the sight of a Na'vi in clothing that was unnatural in your eyes. It just looked... wrong.

She spoke a long sentence in words you didn't know but felt it sounded disgustingly familiar to the Demon's language, sighing in what you believe was relief, before pausing at your confused expression. "I said thank you."

You have a slow nod, hesitantly pausing before offering the mystery woman a hand up.

Her hand clasped yours, and you flinched. She had four fingers. Unnatural.

Pushing aside your confusion and slight disgust, you pulled her up and out; before taking a step back to put some distance between you both.

Yes, this was certainly the oddest Na'vi you'd ever seen.

She brushed off her strange clothing, before looking at you with an inquisitive gaze, opening her mouth to speak.

Your decision to listen, to accept her proposition that day, was one that you were not fully happy with until some time later. But that time would not pass so soon.