She's got the staff covered, so Jake lunges forward to close the remaining distance and make absolutely sure that this dude is on his way out. He's been in too many conflicts to just assume a threat is gone without solid confirmation.

A part of him regrets not trying to keep the cultist alive, but honestly, he didn't really seem the type to rat out his demon god or whatever the fuck this Imhotep thing is, even if they had the time for an interrogation.

Na'vi are pretty tough, and if Jake's got any injuries, he hasn't noticed either. He looks up from the cultist at the sound of her voice, and even though he's pretty damn clueless about magic in general, she sounds like she knows what she's talking about. "There's gotta be some way to stop it," he says, frowning deeply. "He said something about a masked circle. That mean anything to you?"