Avatar: A lost survivor on Pandora

The entire training area quieted down as the Olo'eyktan and the Lost Child advanced toward a patch of short grass, one with a spear and the other a war scythe.

Someone having overhead the first part of the two discussions told others about this and more Na'vi came to watch. Their chief was their best warrior and hunter, in both skill, knowledge, and experience, it was the bare minimum requirement to even hold and keep such a position, one he held for the equivalent of fifty Earth years. 

And he was one if not the best within the great plain at this art and way of life. Saying he wouldn't be one of the best of Eywa's children of the current time wouldn't be an exaggeration.

, the chief asked, it was the first time he saw them and he knew it was from a kind of injuries you don't simply shrug off, the smaller one the chest particularly.

, he let out offhandedly patting the metallic claw at the end of his weapon.

Akewey nodded, his curiosity on that aspect satisfied he spoke again as he carefully placed his weapon to take a training spear, a blunt stick, ,

, Liam explained briefly as he did the same thing as the Na'vi, placing his weapon to pick one of the wood spears and breaking a third of it off for it to better suit his size. 

Wielding a three-meter (~9ft4) long spear wouldn't do even if he was 1.97 meters tall (~6ft5) from what he measured, it would be impractical. The chief lifted his nonexistent eyebrow at the sight but didn't say anything, it made sense and it was just a stick.

Liam walked weapon in hand in front of Akwey, the size difference evident and the reach of the weapon just as well. In normal conditions, the chief wouldn't even have entertained the thought of fighting with such drastically advantageous conditions compared to his opponent.

But the Lost Child was far from the norm, the Na'vi eyes focused on his opponent, and the human was relaxed while for him his body tensed up in anticipation. His earlier smile vanished to be replaced with a visage of seriousness.

, Liam didn't have the chance to finish as the chief already was on the attack, arms flexing and legs in positions he moved with superhuman speed, strength, and several decades of experience, the blunt tip of the weapon aimed right at Liam's chest. 

The said man's silver-gray eyes widened at the suddenness of it all, he saw the training spear move but he didn't move nor did he attempt to dodge. Instead, he reacted on instinct not knowing what to do in this instant due to sheer befuddlement.

Letting go of his weapon Liam grabbed the incoming spear with his bare hand, stopping it dead in its tracks, then his grip strength splintered the wood to the point the spear broke in half but the blunt spearhead was already around the general area where his heart was.

The chief eyes widened slightly at this, Liam didn't move a millimeter while he put most of his force behind this move and to boot it felt like he tried to stab a boulder or a large tree, unmoving, solid, and here for far longer than he ever was and ever will be. 

He shook his arms still feeling the shock going through his very bones, he was more hurt than Liam, it was terrifying, fascinating, and exhilarating. And how fast the Lost Child had reacted and stopped such a sudden attack from such a close distance. 

'Incredible.', was all he could think.

Dishonorable what he has done maybe but in a fight to the death honor is worthless, kindness to an enemy for something as infantile as pride is to bring harm to yourself and what you hold dear, he learned this the hard way.

The being in front of him was a force of nature but a grossly untrained one, though if it was a fight to the death he was certain he held an abysmal chance of winning and even less of winning unscattered. 

Liam from what he knew and was told would go further and beyond to secure victory, and unknown to him to an obsessive degree. No one knew what he could use to achieve it. Surely by the use of artifacts only he and the All-Mother could comprehend all his other qualities.

'That could have seriously injured me or… Killed me if there was a bladed end but in normal circumstances, my armor will be on me. But still… I made the right choice. I don't need to be the most skilled but the one that survives and thrives.', Liam thought he wasn't angry at Akwey for doing what he did, the opposite in fact.

He asked for this, power without control or knowledge of how to use it didn't affect how dangerous it is but control affects what and who this danger is directed to and for what purpose and intent it is.

He never was a fighter, at least not this way if Akwey was equal physically to him and without the use of tricks the Na'vi would quite literally wipe the floor with him. Right now he could have run straight at the Na'vi and punched a hole through his chest without the latter being able to react.

He knew how strong his punch was, it did cost, destroyed trees and various destroyed or cracked stones from the lower to mid-range of the hardness scale with pure brute strength. No fancy technique usable in only controlled conditions is needed.

He didn't harm himself for all of this though, he wasn't a masochist, and he took plenty of precautions. Which means if he didn't care about the potential harm to himself he could do even more damage. He was a monster, the corded muscles carved all over his body weren't only there to be pretty to look at like the ones of a bodybuilder, that was a bonus.

Everything now was a first experience and what an experience it was to be taught by a respected leader of an ancient migratory clan. He didn't like or enjoy fighting but learning how to was a must, and fighting didn't only entail how to punch and stab with a pointy stick.

It was an incredible honor that much he realized, one he earned, and ironically the chief thought the same about being able to teach the Lost Child in that manner. The anomaly and center of attention of their all-seeing and ever-present goddess, savior of his child, and crafter of wonder.

, the Olo'eyktan said with a smirk growing as he took a new spear, heart pumping more blood in his vein due to the trepidation.

, Liam asked for confirmation, it was more rhetorical than anything as the Na'vi knew better and as he said learning of various problems to be rectified on his nigh non-existent technique.

He was going to restrain himself, he didn't want anyone to be stupidly injured. Even a long stick can become a deadly weapon.

Akwey made a barely noticeable nodding gesture and so with a shake of his head, Liam picked his weapon up. At this point, most of the clan was here, words of what was happening having been passed from one Na'vi to another but never altered.

Mìruk with Tutee close behind him arrived, waving between the small sea of blue bodies they stopped after climbing a large stone that gave them an optimum line of sight for what was going to happen and close enough to hear.

, Tutee asked to take a more comfortable seat, using Mìruk's shoulder as a chin rest, to both his great joy and annoyance.