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You can’t help but smile at the current situation. Your brother, humiliated by this club-wielding peasant. If at least he had fought a waterbender… But no, he was taken out by a complete nobody.
You take a stance, this Sokka fool is now charging, his spear aimed right at you. You wait for the exact moment and use both of your arms, one coming from above and another from below, to attack the shaft of the spear. Through your iron bracers and a bit of firebending to weaken spear, you tear right through, ripping it into two, the spear’s whale bone tip falls to the ground harmlessly.
“Oh, crap.” Is all the warrior can muster to say before you punch him in the gut, knocking the wind off of him, you then kick him in the face and he flies off into the snow, landing face first, butt up. You approach him with devious thoughts in mind but someone stands in front of you with a shoddy yet defiant stance. A waterbender, for sure, but not a trained one.
“Stop. Leave him alone.” She says, a furious scowl drawn on her face.
“I thought we had driven out all the waterbenders from the northern Water Tribes.” You look back towards your soldiers, ignoring this new challenger. “You were part of these northern crews, weren’t you?” You extend a hand towards the waterbender. “Why is she threatening a Princess of the Fire Nation?” The soldiers look at each other speechless.
“Princess?” The waterbender girl says.
You look back at her and take your stance. “Of course, peasant. Princess of the Fire Nation, Azula. And your doom.”
You see her bend water from around her, melted snow given shape, that of a shoddy whip, yet she’s concentrating so hard you’d think one of her veins might pop. You taunt her with a smirk. She engages in an awkward display of waterbending, throwing the whip weakly towards you. You drive it off with one sweep of your arm, amped up with some fire to make sure not a drop makes it to your body.
“That’s it? Come on girlie, your entire tribe’s fate hangs in the balance.” You launch arcs of fire with two successive roundhouse kicks. The waterbender is able to summon enough water to dissipate the flames ever so slightly, but enough goes through to set her parka’s sleeve on fire, which she quickly douses off with waterbending.
You smile again at her. “Okay, that’s enough playing around.” You take a stricter stance. “I will end you and your brother, then I’ll get the Avatar.” The girl’s stare now seems panicked, but still defiant. It always feels best when they defy you to the end.
You launch a flurry of punches which shoot off blue flames towards her. She blocks them with her waterbending at first, but quickly has to start using snow and ice as cover instead. Each bolt of fire is closer to burning that defiant little stare off.
