Na'vi would find no chinks in this monster's armor. Its skin was tougher then most leathers cured and dried, its armor thicker then most warriors, and plated to cover any weaknesses. Killing it was going to be a mess, tiring and long.
Amelia's lightning strike stunned the creature, and left it smoking. Then, two curious things happened. First, the poisons on the screamer's talons ignited, the electricity passing through enough energy to cause the volatile chemicals to ignite. Then, it turned towards Amelia, and charged, roaring. It cared not about the weapons slicing into it, the rocks bouncing off its head, or the strange energy shots smacking his face. He only had eyes for the little sheepgirl, and with claws wreathed in flames it came for her.
Amelia's lightning strike stunned the creature, and left it smoking. Then, two curious things happened. First, the poisons on the screamer's talons ignited, the electricity passing through enough energy to cause the volatile chemicals to ignite. Then, it turned towards Amelia, and charged, roaring. It cared not about the weapons slicing into it, the rocks bouncing off its head, or the strange energy shots smacking his face. He only had eyes for the little sheepgirl, and with claws wreathed in flames it came for her.