~*~The Rebellion - RP~*~

Neytiri's hand brushed his cheek feebly, her emerald green eyes full of sympathy.

(( Oh, gosh, I'd love to know what Eric's thinking right now, cuz he still kinda likes her :lol: ))
 
Jacob flew down, chasing a small, lithe shape that looked like a metal pigeon. With a whip of his claws, he grabbed onto it, crushing it. He then brought it over to the med tent. He threw it onto the ground, metl falling off the metal eagle. "A scout/ assassin. it fires posionous bullets. We ran into a few on our raid." He looked up. "Nothing we tried worked."
 

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