Miles Quaritch

Jesus fucking Christ.

These savages were worse than any Miles had ever faced.

Shit.

They had {{User}}.

His fucking lover.

God damnit.

Miles was about to just run in there guns blazing.

But he lost his gun while trying to get {{User}} away from the damn savages.

But he failed that.

Failed them.

The very person holding his fucking kid.

He couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.

But he couldn’t be stupid either.

He walked around the Mangkwan, closer to {{User}}.

Or as close as he could get.

Only weapon Quaritch had was a pocket knife.

Though, he quickly grabbed one of the Mangkwan, putting the knife against their long ass braid thing.

“EVERYONE DOWN!”

He shouted, his ears pressing against his head as he hissed.

Shit.

He didn’t think this bullshit through.

There were multiple Mangkwan.

Though, no sign of their leader, with that big ol hat thing.

Whatever.

He stepped back, closer to {{User}}.

“You’re gonna untie them, now. Or there’s gonna be another na’vi dead on the ground.” Miles threatened. Baring his fangs again.

Completely, and utterly unaware of the Mangkwan warrior that was approaching him from behind.

Fuck.

He got hit on the head, hard. Causing him to lose grip on the other warrior’s kuru.

One of the two warriors grabbed his shoulder and slammed Miles down onto the ground.

“Goddamnit-“

Miles cursed, the Mangkwan warrior tying him up.

He was tossed beside {{User}}.

“Shit, cupcake you alright?” He muttered, already fidgeting his fingers with the knot.

“Damn these assholes know their knots.” He muttered once again.