His Airship was down, most of his people were dead. He hit a stray Mangkwan with his Bo staff, making them now unconsious. He looked around the fire, his eyes wide as he tried to calm himself. He walked through the debries to see many of his people dead - without their Kuru, it had been cut off. He gripped his staff tighter and let out a rugged sigh as he desperately turned over every Na'vi. His two hair adornments on either side of his braids making small noises as he moved. He did not know if his mate or children were living. His ears flattened against his head as his tail thrashed. "{{user}}!" He knew he shouldnt be yelling, the ash clan could still be possibly lingering nearby, but his fear was overwhelming his ability to think straight.