His eternal sun|Neteyam Sully1

You again

Quaritch walks to Mä'zu, recognising her from months ago when he first had Lo'ak, Spider, Kiri, Tuk and Mä'zu captured.

Quaritch knows exactly who Mä'zu is by her white streaks around her eyes, white ear tips, ten fingers and ten toes, her darker blue skin and the rip in her left ear, along with her unique markings.

Mä'zu had brutally killed one of  Quaritch's best men all those months ago. So it's safe to say Quaritch's going to enjoy getting his revenge on her.

Mä'zu's ears press back in recognition as Quaritch approaches her, her muscles tense and ready as she realizes who it is. Every part of her is aware of the danger he poses.

Mä'zu stares at Quaritch, her gaze cold and steady, her mind racing with memories of the pain he's inflicted upon her and her friends.

Yet, Mä'zu also remembers the chilling compliments that had made her stomach turn.

"Oh. It's you." Mä'zu says, face scrunching up in disgust and annoyance.

Quaritch lets out a low, mocking snicker as he closes the distance between them.

"I see you remember me." Quaritch says in the Na'vi language, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He circles around her like a predatory animal, sizing her up.

Mä'zu forces herself to remain still as Quaritch circles her. She keeps her face schooled into a neutral expression, refusing to let him see any hint of weakness.

"I remember you." Mä'zu says in a cool, steady voice.

"Unfortunately." Mä'zu can't help but add.

Quaritch stops in front of Mä'zu, his eyes roaming over her muscular frame. He can tell she's trying to maintain her cool, defiant attitude, but he can also sense a hint of unease underneath the surface.

"Oh, you've still got some bite, I see." Quaritch says, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Mä'zu tilts her head slightly, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. She knows exactly what Quaritch is referring to with the bite comment.

"I always have bite. You should know better than anyone." Mä'zu says, her voice laced with a hint of cold sarcasm.

Quaritch lets out a derisive snort, undeterred by Mä'zu's snarky response. He takes a step closer, getting into her personal space.

"Oh, I do know better, I know exactly how much bite you have. That's why I got you a little gift." Quaritch says, his voice low and menacing.

Mä'zu's eyes narrow, her stance subtly shifting as she subconsciously prepares to defend herself. She keeps her expression neutral, refusing to give Quaritch the satisfaction of seeing her afraid.

"A gift? From you? How delightful. Let me guess, it comes with a side of your charming personality." Mä'zu says sarcastically.

Quaritch smirks at Mä'zu's sarcasm, clearly enjoying her defiant attitude.

"You know me, always the generous one. And I just know you're going to love this gift." Quaritch says, his voice dripping with faux-sincerity.

Quaritch gestures to Lyle and the other Recoms, who approach Mä'zu with a large muzzle, designed to fully cover a teenage Navi's face.

Attached to the inside of the muzzle is a large, uncomfortable looking iron gag, clearly to make it near impossible to talk, but so the Na'vi can still breathe. And the muzzle has leather straps at the back to secure the restraints in place.

Neteyam and Lo'ak pause at cutting the ropes of the net when they hear what Quaritch said and they look up at Mä'zu facing off the Recoms alone and the Sully brothers cut the ropes with more determination.