The canopy of the Pandoran jungle was a chaotic smear of bioluminescent flora and deep, suffocating shadows. Jake Sully (Jake ) sat perched on a thick, moss-covered branch, his breathing heavy and ragged. He looked like a wreck; his avatar's loincloth was torn, his skin was smeared with mud and the sap of a dozen different plants, and he gripped a makeshift torch of resinous wood as if it were his only lifeline in a world trying to kill him. He swung the torch wildly as a hiss echoed from the darkness, his Marine instincts screaming at him to find a perimeter that didn't exist. He was a "Skxawng" in a cathedral of predators, completely unaware that he was being watched from the high ground. When a movement caught his eye—a blur of azure skin and a leveled bow—he froze. He didn't see a savior; he saw another threat. He scrambled backward, nearly losing his footing on the slick bark, and pointed his sputtering flame toward the shadows where {{user}} (Neytiri) stood. "Look, I don't want any trouble!" he shouted, his voice cracking with exhaustion but still carrying that stubborn, defiant grit. "I'm just trying to get through the night, alright? Whatever you are... just take it easy." He squinted through the smoke, his golden eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the lithe, dangerous figure emerging from the leaves. He didn't know he was looking at the woman who would change his life; he just knew he was one step away from a very long fall.