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First you take a stance, an offensive, broad stance. Then you put your hands in position, index and middle fingers out, the rest clutched. You extend your arms, various crewmen are looking at you.
You start to spin your arms, forming circles of electricity around you from your fingertips. The energy gathers and dissipates, then is given course through a circle in front of you. You catch from the corner of your eye your uncle and brother reaching the ship’s bridge. Uncle grips his tea set hard, clearly he’d like to interrupt you, but he knows he can’t. Your brother is just astonished.
You know that the lightning must be brought back, concentrated, you bring your hands together towards your mouth, like one brings a cup of tea to their mouth. Guidance. But you must not breathe on the tea to make it colder, you must accept its heat. Decision. Your four fingertips connect.
You throw your arms out, one behind, one in front, and a great zap of lightning fires out of your fingertips. Its thunder makes the weaker crewmen around you guard their ears, the lightning courses through the air and heads downwards to the sea, swallowed by the water.
You drop your stance and stand upright. A smirk is drawn across your face. You put a hand to your waist and look at your uncle and brother. “See? Easy.” You say, blowing a loose strand of hair off your face.
Of course, Uncle shakes his head. He leaves the new tea on the table. “Impressive as it was. It was also extremely dangerous, Lady Azula.” He says, sitting to pour himself a cup.
“You taught her?” Zuko says, venom in his voice. “I thought you told me it was too dangerous for any of us.”
“I taught her the motions, but warned her against completing them.”
“Enough of this humiliation!” Zuko yells, he removes the top of his armor, leaving only his training clothes.
“What are you thinking, Zuzu?” You say. “Gonna act tough? Want to fight me after I proved I could dominate lightning?”
“No, I’ll prove that I’m as good as you.” He walks towards you, right by your side, and drops into a stance. You take a few step backs.
Zuko starts the motions of lightning bending. Uncle Iroh almost chokes on his tea. “Prince Zuko! Stop! Stop right now!”
“Oh don’t worry Uncle.” You say with a biting tone. “Zuzu can’t even produce strands of lightning.”
But your words are cut by the sparks flying in the air. You can’t hide the surprise this causes you. Uncle gets off his table and starts running, but he’s not going to reach him in time.
Brother does not pay him any heed. He brings his fingers towards his face like you did, and you notice it. A slip of the foot, doubt in his movement, distraction in his eyes.
It’s going to fail, and fail spectacularly. So much so… he may even die. Your headache starts again with a terrible pang. “Zuko!” You hear a worried voice echo in your mind, your mother’s. “Weak.” Says your father.
Weak.
>Save Zuko, grip his hand and redirect the lightning out of his body.
>Let it happen.
>Write-in.
