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You simply glare back at him. “You are a Prince of the Fire Nation, act like one.” You say. That drives his eyes away from yours and back to Zhao. Zhao has a triumphant smile on him, as if he already won.
Zuko takes on an agile stance, he brings his fists down and keeps his feet close together.
“On the defensive now, Prince?” Zhao says. He launches himself into another jumping spinkick that creates another great wall of fire. Zuko clasps his hands together, bends down and points them forward. He takes one step towards Zhao and pierces through the wall of fire with his hands, the inferno searing through his arms even further. As Zhao touches the ground once more, he is surprised to see flames reaching towards his bare feet. They burn him up and he is forced to step back hesitantly. His smile sours up as quickly as Zuko’s own feet continue swiftly stepping forward, launching more waves of fire towards Zhao’s feet.
You smile deviously as your uncle brings a fist up in triumph. Zhao had fought plenty of earthbenders, but he likely hadn’t faced too many firebenders.
Zhao continues stumbling back as Zuko piles up more and more fire towards the ground he walks on. He’s completely lost his stance, every bit of ground he steps on burns him up. Zuko uses his agile stance to swiftly throw two forward kicks towards the unstable Zhao, sending spears of fire hurtling towards him. They both hit his chest and Zhao falls back with a yell of pain.
Zuko stands on top of him, his fists pointing towards his opponent, the threat of burning fire a second away.
Zhao looks back at Zuko, defeated. “Do as you wish.” He says, then closes his eyes.
Zuko lowers his arms. “I proved my right to the title of Prince and Heir to you and restored my honor lost from your slights.” He says. “That is enough.”
Your brother turns back and heads towards you and Uncle. Zhao stands and looks towards Zuko, his fists are clenched and you can see the boiling rage hiding behind his stoic facade. He heats up one of his fists. You see your uncle ready himself looking straight at Zhao.
Then Zhao takes his burning fist to his chest, he yells and falls to his knees from the pain. The heat burns up his skin as the three of you look on surprised.
“Stop!” Zuko says. “Stop, I won! I am the one to decide your punishment, not you.”
Zhao’s burning fist continues scorching his skin as he grits his teeth and begins sweating. His soldiers are approaching to stop him, but he raises his other hand ordering them to leave him be. The soldiers doubtfully obey. After a few more seconds, he finally stops. A fist-shaped burn mark imprinted on his chest that will leave an ugly scar.
He then gets up. “It’s your victory. Prince.” Zhao says as his heavy breathing calms down. “I will tell my soldiers to have your ship fixed as soon as possible. Then you are free to go.”