Since the opposing party had a misconception of the ‘humans being disastrous at close combat’, then Sheyan wouldn’t pursue to correct them. Instead, he simply cried out in alarm as he raised his symbolic white grade shotgun, delivering volleys of rounds outwards.
Based on his physique and defence; even if the Na’vis decided to adopt long range assaults, it was simply impossible to kill him with a few arrows.
Streaks of blazing gunfire flashed through the night sky. Mogensha was still puffing on his slanted cigar, while his rifle vibrated violently. Evidently, 2-3 rounds actually ran off target and scurried towards the sky.
Sheyan was observing those distinctly off-target bullet sparks and was about to tease Mogensha; little did he expect those stray bullets to strike against several overarching branches, and create a tiny explosion. Instantly, heavy branches came crashing down along with the rain.
