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It’s over quickly. While your little group complies, mostly out of sheer shock, the seven Equalists in the room do not. Two, one of whom is the spirit-attuned Equalist, make a break for the entrance they used, but the remaining five fight. It’s one-sided, with the dissidents that chose to fight being easily brought down by the waterbenders and bound by the earthbenders, while the two that tried to leave were tripped up and had their limbs frozen together by the waterbenders.
“Miss Itiqqa,” the non-soldier turns to you, Noyon, and the waterbender he addressed by name, “are you and your friends alright?”
“Um-” the younger girl can’t form words.
“It’s alright,” the man continues, but neither you nor Noyon get out of his way. He seems content to not disturb your defense of the Avatar. He holds up his hands, “I won’t bring you back to the White Lotus if you don’t want to go. My name is Tarrlok, I’m on the United Federation Council.”
Tarrlok is a tall man, obviously from one of the Water Tribes (you figure the North) based on his manner of dress, complexion, and strong features. Despite the color of his clothes and the fur lining his coat, he’s dressed in the manner of Union City, and there’s a pin with the United Federation’s pentagon-on-legs emblem on the left side of his coat.
“Th-thank you?” Itiqqa says, almost like a question, but she still parts you and Noyon to get a better look at your supposed savior.
“Of course, I’m just glad we found you in time,” he offers the Avatar a friendly smile. “Anything you need of me, just ask.”
Itiqqa rubs her hands together, stares at her knuckles for a moment, then raises her head and smiles back at the Councilman, relief clear on her face.
>Thread End.
