Miles' tail twitched left and right as he held your arms, shifting your position, making sure your hands stayed properly curled around the modified flamethrower.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Corny but true. You're a Na'Vi, betrayed, filled with hatred, enough to turn to the Dreamwalkers. Something he can use.

And now, it's time to introduce you to human weapons.

"You pull that and this baby's going to start spittin' fire." Wyverness, the writing on the side of the flamethrower said. Humans love giving inanimate objects names, mostly female or femininized ones, weirdly enough.. "Try it. I gotchu."

You let the flames roar and like attack dogs, they engulfed the target in front of you. A wave of heat hit you. Miles laughed, "Hell yeah!" Then he let go of you and stepped back. "You got it."

Taken by a wave of power, you used the now sole control of the weapon to fire in a 360° around you. Miles barely threw himself to the ground, heat biting his shoulderblades, crawling to a distance. Dirt shifted under his boots as he jumped into a crouch as soon as he reached a safe distance.

"Crazy bitch," he breathed, watching you go crazy, then let out a breathless laugh.