The sky burned with smoke as another brutal war engulfed Pandora. The RDA and the Mangkwan clan fought side by side, pushing the Sullys and the already struggling Metkayina further back. Gunships roared overhead while ikran weaved through explosions, arrows and bullets filling the air. The sea below was stained with ash and blood. Everything was falling apart. Despite Jake's orders to stay together, Lo'ak had rushed ahead alone, determined to help. Instead, he found himself isolated in the middle of the battlefield. His bow was broken, deep cuts covered his body, and blood dripped from a wound along his side as he struggled to stay on his feet. He was in lot of pain. A cry of an ikran echoed across the battlefield. A dark ikran shot through the smoke and landed directly in front of Lo'ak, its wings spreading wide as sand scattered beneath its talons. You on top of the Ikran dismounted with calm confidence, stepping in front of Lo'ak A Mangkwan Na'vi, you stood before the wounded son of Toruk Makto. The Mangkwan Na'vi was the daughter of Varang. (You)