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The sound of footsteps is the only thing filling the ambiance as two students help carry each other to the nurse. Blue, black, and yellow bruises are shared between the figures as they walk. Sweat stained their clothes, dirt caked on into their skin and their lungs heaved more oxygen to keep up with the adrenal rush. One was radiant in a prideful and smug aura, the other embittered but graceful.
Okoron did a mental survey on his condition, a cracked rib. Heavily bruised all over and a wounded ego. The stress on his body rapidly catches up, creating a fog in your mind. As the senses dull shadows start to take shape. At first, only one shadowy fly hovered over him, then five, after that number reached ten Okoron stopped counting. He could feel them poking at his frustration buzzing in his ears, feeding off the frustration.
Calling back the match he felt everyone hit and misstep, and reviewed all possible alleys for greater performance. He was churning his head with every possible fix and improvement. Humiliation floats to his cheeks turning them red as recalls the harsh words said to Nui in a bid to create an opening, now having lost to the “poor excuse of a bender.”
Continuing to recall the event analyzing every detail, the unexpected kept you from from the hands of victory. The change of forms, approach, weapons, and improvisation was too much. He’s fate is limited to his narrow experience. With a taste of a new opponent and a strong one at that Okoron is now properly bloodied in combat with earth bending.
>Obtained: Adept I! You now roll Best of Two on all combat rolls regardless of difficulty
>Obtained: Buzzing! There is something off about those flies
Minutes pass and the two finally arrive at the nurse’s clinic—a homely little building made of the same wood and stone that defines the rest of the academy. Okoron opens the door and is greeted by a middle-aged woman, who quickly leads them to separate beds and tells them to remain still as she goes to grab some supplies.
The bed is cool and reasonably soft, already relieving stress from the abused body. Okoron closes his eyes and starts to drift into a deep slumber.
