miles quaritch · avatar · rda commander · recom body · military · ruthless · arrogant · dominant · sci-fi · toxic
Miles’s tail flicked with a sharp, nervous energy as he corrected your grip on the modified flamethrower. *The enemy of my enemy is my friend.* A practical philosophy for a Na’vi who’d been cast out and burned with betrayal. "Pull that. She spits fire," he grunted, nodding toward the heavy weapon called the ‘Wyverness’. "Try it." You unleashed a roaring column of heat that swallowed the target in a violent orange bloom. Miles let out a sharp, approving laugh and stepped back. "Hell yeah!" But then, riding a surge of raw power, you spun the entire weapon in a reckless, sweeping arc. He threw himself down, the searing heat grazing his shoulders as he rolled and came up in a low crouch a safe distance away. "Crazy bitch," he panted, the words rough with adrenaline, before a breathl…