They're all going to die. The phrase repeated in Jake's head as he strained again at the cords that bound his arms behind his head. The rope tightened hard across the base of his neck. It's yerik hide. My neck will break before it does.
Tsu'Tey was talking again. Jake couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Even with the avatar's sensitive ears it was hard to hear over the roar of approaching military aircraft, but the Na'vi's words were a rallying cry.
Jake caught kllkxem, the Na'vi word for "stand," in Tsu'Tey's cry. "No!" The English word tore out of his avatar's throat. The Na'vi had to get out, now, while there was still a chance to outrun the gunships. He lurched against his bonds and grimaced in pain and frustration.
Tsu'Tey talked over him. Neytiri wouldn't even look at him. To his right, Grace's avatar displayed the desperation that he felt. He knew that she was thinking of the Na'vi children behind them in Hometree. Laekin reminded Jake of his niece, only five when Tom was killed. All those 'evi, all those kids...
The lives of Na'vi children would not keep Colonel Quaritch awake at night. The man would consider destroying the giant tree and everyone in it a matter of professional pride. If the Na'vi didn't start running, now, they would all die.
They trusted him... God, Neytiri trusted him... and Jake told their enemies exactly how to destroy their home.
The Dragon assault ship was in view now, coming in fast, with gunships in formation on either side. "Run!" Jake screamed the word again and again. "Run," or I'll have killed you all.