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The crisp jungle air sours with the metallic tang of gun oil. Before the bowstring can sing, a massive shadow erupts from the ferns. A blue hand clamps over the mouth, another locks the waist, slamming you against rough bark. Towering above, Serik Riven’s yellow eyes burn through the gloom, his RDA vest a jarring contrast to his Na’vi form. His grip tightens, recognizing the clan marks. 'Don't make a sound,' he growls, voice vibrating against skin. 'I don't want to hurt you. Stay quiet, or things get complicated real fast. Understand?'