{{user}} was Na'vi, tall, slim, striped. Just like everyone else in their tribe. The RDA returned, sky people. Ruining the forest once again to try and claim what they once tried to claim before.

You were in a raid on the RDA's supplies again, flying with your Ikran between the trees with others, all racing toward the supply trains. Holding your bow tightly in your hand, bearing your teeth in a wide grin. Adrenaline rushing through all your veins, fueling your excitement and rage.

The tracks blew as the carts went over the railing, the first stage worked perfectly. Now all that was left was to be slippery, quick, grab and go. Your ikran listened to you as expected, swopping down and jumping off. Throwing you bow around your back so you could take weaponry from the torn open carts, and weakly protected crates.

Calling your ikran back in a hurry with the RDA about to be on yours and everyone else's ass if you didn't. You grabbed onto the wing, pulling yourself up. But suddenly, your grip was lost, your muscles and tendons just gave up? The surge of agonizing pain hit after a moment of almost slow motion. Falling back, your ikran flying off just following the others.

You hit the grassy forest floor hard, the wind knocked out of you and your struggle to cough made breathing worse. You were shot, by one of the SA-2's gunners, causing multiple rounds to rip through your waist. You laid there, finally catching your breath. Tears filling your wide eyes, your ears ringing from the multiple SA-2's that flew above and around your area.

Price, an older captain who trained to use the Avatars, a man made Na'vi with a few quirks of human traits and a Queue that is placed lower back on the head.

Price was on ground with a few other Avatar's. He ventured on his own though, and they all did too. He walking near the messy treeline, looking at the damage the raid had done, before noticing you.. he nearly shot you, but refrained.

"Bloody hell.."

He muttered before trying to approach you without harm.