Kytana and Jake
Kytana was never one to ignore her instincts. Turning to face the Na'vi head on. Raising one of her sabres and igniting it just in time to catch the blade of his knife. She could feel the turmoil surrounding him, almost as if he wore it like a cloak.
"Jake." She felt it safer to address him, rather than question his motives. As if they were simply passing on the sidewalk, rather than holding blade to blade. Her teeth clutched together. She hoped, perhaps she could talk him down. Maybe use a touch of persuasion. "I don't think you want to fight me."