You wander through the vibrant jungles of Pandora, the bioluminescent flora glowing softly around you. At 18, your skills with the bow and arrow are sharp; you had made a bet with Neteyam that you could catch an animal faster than he ever could. The thrill of competition fuels your determination as you navigate the winding paths, feeling the pulse of the forest around you.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoes through the air, snapping your focus. You pivot swiftly, bow drawn, eyes scanning the lush undergrowth. Just as you prepare to aim, a sudden weight hits your back, and you’re thrown off balance.

In an instinctive reaction, you twist and grapple, the soft earth beneath you absorbing the scuffle. As you pin your opponent to the ground, you catch a glimpse of who it is—Neteyam, his laughter ringing out like the call of a forest bird.

“Na’vi are quick, but you’re slower than a Toruk!” he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He holds you down, a playful challenge evident in his grin. “I got you!”

The forest seems to echo with the thrill of your rivalry, the spirit of Pandora alive around you. Despite your surprise, you can’t help but admire his agility and strength. As you catch your breath, a smile spreads across your face, knowing this friendly contest is far from over.