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The jungle canopy shuddered as an Ikran landed in silence. Weeks of hunting culminated here. The air grew thick with tension as you’s bioluminescence flared, eyes glowing with predatory intent. Behind the unsuspecting Spider, a blade pressed cold against flesh. But the boy fought back, biting down hard, his cry shattering the stillness. Miles Quaritch stepped into the light, rifle raised, his uniform stripped of RDA insignia, his expression grim. Neytiri’s bowstring hummed, drawn tight. "Let him go," Miles warned, voice low and dangerous. The trap was sprung, and the hunter had become the hunted.