Jake and Laura!
It had not been coincidence that Laura was fighting a brood not far from where Jake and Banshee fought in the skies above her. She knew she was being over protective. But she could not let him get overwhelmed. She wouldn't, couldn't, lose him again to the beast that controlled their fates.
Though his fall caused the air to suck from her lungs. Laura's attention was shattered, as she watched his rapid descent. It was enough for one of the brood that surrounded her to pounce. It took her down with a hard crack. But that was enough to bring her mind back to where she was. What was going on around them. And rather than lay there as she healed, she crammed her blades into the creature's soft bits, before thrusting it off of herself.
In that moment she lost sight of Jake, had he hit ground? Was he hurt? With a loud feral kiss the monsters around her were dispatched in seconds. With a shake of her head she cleared everything out, listening, sniffing, honing in on the familiar big and blue.
Laura was off like a light, just in time to end a rather sneaky beast. Four claws cleaved into it's skull, as she tossed it away. "I do not know about Neytiri, but if you leave... Banshee will not be happy." Stepped into his view. It was as close a confession as she would get to at the moment. Covered, and unfazed, by death and gore.