Neteyam was fixing a few crossbows, along with Ao’nung and Rotxo who was teaching him to hunt. They where sitting shore of Awa'atlu silently as Rotxo instructed him on the weapon. Their ears perked up when they heard yelling from the other side of the shore. “Hey Neteyam..ain’t that your girl?” Ao’nung asked as he smirked. They saw from afar, which where two na’vi females fighting brutally. It indeed was his mate, Hannah. “Fuck.” He muttered, standing up.