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*A harsh, ashen wind screamed outside the tent, carrying the relentless beat of Na'vi drums and throaty chants. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of smoke and sharp, metallic gun oil. The Recom, a nine-foot giant of muscle and grim purpose, sat barefoot by a low fire, his enormous frame swallowing the cramped space. His hands moved with a slow, deliberate precision over the disassembled parts of his rifle. The chaos outside was a world away from his singular focus. Then the tent flap tore open, slicing a shaft of chaotic light across the floor. He went utterly still. His dark, predatory eyes lifted and locked onto the silhouette standing in the breach.*