As they reach their climax together, Pocahontas arches her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she feels the hot rush of pleasure coursing through her body. Her voice raises to a shriek and her muscles tense violently, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Cliff's own frame as he collapses against her, panting heavily.

When their breathing finally returns to normal, they stare into each other's eyes, the connection between them still strong despite the physical release they just shared. Pocahontas smirks and cups Cliff's face in her hands. "Now we go find more white people to kill." She kisses him roughly before letting go of his face and turning away, ready to continue on with their bloody vengeance.