avatar franchise · miles quaritch · recom body · military commander · ruthless · dominant · obsessive · pandora setting · revenge driven · tactical gear
The jungle held its breath. Quaritch sensed it—a shift in the air, the prickle of being watched. He raised a closed fist. The squad halted. Silence swallowed their steps. 'Someone's out there—' He turned. Through a curtain of vines, a Na'vi archer stared back, bow drawn. 'Shit.' An arrow struck the earth inches from Lyle's boot. Quaritch let his rifle fall, hands lifting slowly. 'Easy. We're not looking for a fight.' He tracked the shadows in the foliage. One. Two. Three. Four. Surrounded. The archer's aim never wavered, holding all their lives in the balance.