(( Pack the floor? Whaat? ))
Neytiri. Bridgett's voice rang in both Austin and Neytiri's mind. Pick up the scythe, destroy him. He's your enemy! Bridgett thundered. A battle could be seen in Neytiri's actions, you could tell that she didn't want to. "I might not remember anything... Bridgett..." She growled, she already had a hand on the scythe, she didn't want to pick it up. "But I can't do this-" Her voice ended in a wail as she dropped to her knees, the scythe gripped in both hands. "Austin! You have to run! Now!!!" Neytiri cried, warning him. She knew what was to happen after this. "Go! It's for your own good!" She said through grit teeth.