~*~The Rebellion - RP~*~

Neytiri slowly stood, took her knife from its sheath, and left.

Within a mere 30 seconds, she was lying on her side by the riverbank, a knife held loosely in her hand, her eyes half open. Her breath was not there, and her heart had stopped, blood dripping from a terrible wound.
 

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