a wall of steel fills frame. the dozer blade crushes everything in its path, reducing trees to kindling.
the forest engulfs jake, grace and norm in cyan gloom. the shadows are alive with the chittering sounds of unseen alien wildlife.
close on grace's blue hand gently brushing away soil, exposing a tangle of root tendrils.
jake, wet and bruised, crouches under a screen of giant leaves. he hacks manically at the end of a cut sapling with his knife, forming a crude but sharp tip.
tracking with jake as he walks through the forest like it's a minefield, carrying his spear white-knuckled. he is freaked and hyper-alert.
wide vista -- mist blowing through the treetops as the morning sun burns it away. a spectacular panorama of a vast, primeval land.
scorpion gunships darken the sky as they come over the tops of the trees. at the head of the formation is one much larger ship, a monster 150 feet long -- the general dynamics
norm takes a few steps and drops to his knees. imploded by grief.
mo'at tends to the mortally wounded tsu'tey as avatar jake arrives with neytiri. mo'at has bound his wounds, but by her expression, it is clear he cannot be saved.
the sun's rays shaft down through the layers of canopy.