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Post by gengoro on Aug 2, 2008 21:27:21 GMT -5
“So I take that your past was pretty hurtful?” Tseng continued to asked. He was expecting for Gengoro to somewhere in the conversation to snapped at him for his persistence. Surprisingly, Gengoro was rather apathetic with his constant questions.
“Like I said,” Gengoro continued, “I won’t go any further with my life story. How about you?”
Tseng scratched his hairless head as he contemplated on what he wanted to say.
“Well, mine is kind of complicated. You see, I use to belong to this village on an island near the Fire Nation mainland. I was raised by monks.”
As Tseng Wei continued to chatter his “life” story, Gengoro had something on his mind. The birds that were around stopped chirping. This got Gengoro into a cautious state of mind. He didn’t like the feeling that he was getting. It was the same feeling like a zebra getting stalked by a lion. It was a feeling of suspense.
“Gengoro, are you listening?” Tseng asked.
“Wait,” Gengoro interrupted, “Something is wrong.” “What do you mean?” “I feel uneasy. I feel that something is near. Something very dangerous. Quickly, grab your stuff. We need to low crawl over in visual range of the group ahead of us.”
Gengoro and Tseng didn’t have much to pack since they weren’t staying anywhere and proceeded to low crawl over to the four that they were following. They made it a habit to do it quietly and tried not to get too close for them to noticed them. The dirt shifted with their body weight as they crawled on their bellies like snakes in the sand. Once they got into visual range, they stopped and observed the group within visuals. It looked like they were going to rest for a little bit near the river’s edge.
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Post by jialingjin on Aug 3, 2008 22:19:04 GMT -5
"I don't know WHY anyone would want to follow US." Jialing would retort back to Reed who was slacking on the hike, sticking next to the pale, underfed kid who would probably collaspe soon. The woman's long face sat over her shoulder for a moment, her torso turning more as she glance back. Her hair, ratty, and matted drifted off her head in it's duck's butt style and where it was usually fluffed out it had been reduced to sitting low in greasy patches. Little bits of dried and dead plant life clung to her hair and crimped bangs, framing her dirt smudge and dusty face as she scoffed at that sleepy-daze off look on Reed's Face. Spirits he was such.. a placid idiot. Always in some sort of Day Dream.. "Hey! Look alive back there!" She snapped at him.
Half the time Jialing disregarded their relationship, leaving it open as to whether it was on, off, or on again. Undecided and with a horrible sense of commitment, sticking with the former sailor was the most steady decision the farm girl with the thread bared hands had made in recent years. They had gone back and forth for the past.. Spirits it was half a year on their relationship? Sometimes, she wanted nothing to do with him, pushing him away at every opportunity and treating him like dirt.. and then other days, welcoming his strong arms and still treating him like dirt. It was odd and seemed to change with the winds. Today, she was pushing him away.. perhaps because of their company?
She rolled her eyes back to front-facing as the quartet trudged along, pulling alongside closer to the dried and overgrown riverbed. Tall grasses and weeds formed a fence almost between the leaning trees that ran along it, effectively forming a screen that kept much of the muddy bog of riverbed from their casual sight. She sighed heavily, placing both her dirty hands on her scrawny hips, kicking out her legs as she walked in an effort to alleviate the stiffness that prevailed. The rings and buckles on the old harness she wore across her shoulders and torso jingled, the leather cracked and dried from wear and tear by the ostrich horse that had worn it and now her. Her bow was snug in it's holder, along with her arrows in their worn and well loved quiver. And the sinew string? Sitting pretty in one of many pouches that had been added and incorporated into the harness via very bad sewing skills. Jia cracked her neck to the side, puffing out her chest, wrapped under a ivory colored linen man's shirt and her thicker, jade green vest with the worn golden rope detailing as she walked and letting loose one long.. drawn.. out.. pathetic.. sigh.
A rustle and a stirring came up behind them, then a crash as if a giant basilisk lizard had just charged through the bush. When in fact, three had. Turning again, the twenty year old raised both her eyebrows, her mouth dropping in her face into a neutral frown.. which quickly changed into a gaping maw. The Earth Kingdom peasant didn't know who the Princess of the Fire Nation was or that the woman in front of them with the Royal Diadem had overheard them mention the 'Rebellion.' What came out of her was as close to speechless as she might have gotten. "Err....."
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Post by lili on Aug 5, 2008 10:13:42 GMT -5
Even after the short amount of time Tsuya had spent with the pair, no counting the freed earth bending boy who was fairly silent, she had learned to ignore them. It was in the older girl's nature to boss people around and Tsuya had no interest in paying attention to her snapping at Reed to do some thing or another. She simply shook her head, stretching her arms out before her and then above her head, shoulder cracking slightly with the effort.
Then everything went quiet as something charged up to them. As Tsuya spun around she half-expected to see the men who had approached them earlier, maybe with some friends. Not the princess of the Fire Nation, not yet and not here. Standing a few paces away from Jia meant she could not read the womans expression, but she could notice little to no reaction what so ever. As her gaze rested steadily on the three women, waiting any action on their part, Tsuya slowly retrieved her fans from the sash around her waist. Just to be cautious.
A part of her was screaming to voice some remark while the other half wanted to sit back and simply watch and wait. There was no way the princess was simply making and appearance and would soon be on her way. Tsuya had seen her in action, had lost her comrades due to this girls plans. Her eyes became harder and her forehead creased. What did this girl want now?
Inching her way to Jialing's side, Tsuya whispered in her ear, assuming all knew who this newcomer was. "Lucky us. We seem to have found ourselves in the presence of the Fire Nation's princess."
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Post by prodigy on Aug 7, 2008 9:43:32 GMT -5
"Well.. Well.. Well." Came the Princess's voice as she stared down at the four peasants in front of her and lookie there, a Kyoshi Warrior judging from the white makeup, the jade green uniforms and of course, the fact that one had escaped capture. She smiled demurely, her coral colored lips a glitter in the thin beams of sunlight as she looked down on them. Her cat like face, half in light, half in shade, was covered by fine ivory skin, her nose small and petite but the perfect angle away from her face. Her eyes, rimmed in dark coal were perfectly accented, heavily, they gave such strike to her golden eyes which would otherwise blend into her skin. Perched so straight, her hair hung in a frame around her face, not a strand out of place after hours of riding, just barely brushing the turned up corners of the golden embroidery on that propped collar.
Out of their sight, she allowed the reins to slip through her fingers, slowly her claw-like nails loosening from her palms. The slender sleeves that came to a point along the back of her hand, decorated with small, embossed emblems of the Fire Nation, crinkled sliently as she moved her hands slowly, keeping her eyes on the four. "I believe we have three rebels here and one escaped prisoner. You are all charged with treason against the Fire Nation, and the Fire Lord, and eluding capture." Azula spoke smoothly and matter of factly, turning her face to the side and lifting up her chin. Her eyelids slid to a halfway position, her nose in the air as she lifted a hand to seemingly brush back her hair, fingers curled. "I guess we will have to take you in."
Blue flames ignited in her hand, hovering dangerously close to the side of her head, away from the view of the four rebels. Her fingers curled towards her palm as she slowly moved the fireball in front of her face, still a profile to them. She lowered her chin, looking down and then up at the fire hovering above her fingers. There was a moment of stillness, and then the young woman slammed her heels into the side of her basilisk lizard, wrenching her torso towards them as she lifted her hand up, and then hurled the ball of expanding fire at them. The azul blue colored flames shot at them in a concentrated stream, the edges of the flickering fire and the trail fading to a yellow and then a warm tangerine color as it spread.
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Post by mab on Aug 8, 2008 13:10:51 GMT -5
Mai stared at them all with a harsh gaze as Azula spoke, head bent down slightly so her thick bangs covered the top half of her thin eyes. Only the girl, who so obviously had to be the warrior who escaped them, moved and muttered something. The other female stood dumbstruck, apparently clueless to who stood before her. Mai couldn't care less if the raggedy group recognized who the trio was, they would soon figure it out.
As the princess moved her arm Mai's torso tensed. She could feel an attack coming and needed to be ready to follow with her own assault when the time came. And then there was the blue flame Mai had become all too familiar with. The young noblewoman did not wait to see the traitor's response, instead judging with certainty that they would attempt to dodge the precise flame. Mai sat up perfectly straight, a crisp smirk forming on her thin lips. She brought both her arms across her chest, gathering arrows from the holsters fitted along her forearm. In one seamless motion she threw both arms forward, releasing a volley of the projectiles as her sleeves fluttered to the sides.
In another instant she was jumping forward, off the back of the basilisk lizard and landing nimbly in front of it, knees slightly bent and both arms out. Already the beast was moving out of the way, uneasy around the flame no doubt and knowing it's mistress did not require it at the moment. Mai tried to study them individually, trying to pinpoint one she should focus her energies on. Her pale eyes shifted left to right and back again while also remaining aware of her friends movements.
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Post by gengoro on Aug 11, 2008 16:20:36 GMT -5
The leave crinkle as Gengoro low crawled toward the group for a little reconnaissance. Tseng Wei followed him from behind. With all of their stuff packed and ready to go, they must be prepared to leave as soon as possible in case they are on the move.
All that soon changed.
Once Gengoro low crawled over the horizon, the unthinkable happened. SHE was there. Her and her entourage. Princess Azula was within visible range, along with her two body guards. The four from what Gengoro analyzed cannot take Azula on by herself, let alone her two cronies.
“Tseng, get ready to put those skills I taught you to the test,” Gengoro hissed as he got up from his position, “We will fight for our lives now.”
Tseng looked over the horizon and noticed three new girls on giant lizards. He scratched his head as he looked upon them.
“What do you mean? They just look like three girls,” Tseng said. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Gengoro exclaimed. He dropped all of his equipment as he walked over to the group. Pulling out his serrated sword, he knew what to expect from her skills. She was one of the best. She almost rivaled the power of the Fire Lord. He knew he had to bring his A-game.
Meanwhile, Tseng dropped everything of his as he followed Gengoro from behind.
“I have no idea why he’s so worked up over this girl,” Tseng muttered, “Must be an old girlfriend or something.”
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Post by jialingjin on Aug 11, 2008 16:43:23 GMT -5
"The princess?!" Jia spat, turning her head so fast to look at Tsuya that her hair went flat for once against her skull. Her eyes were wide at the idea her jaw dropping. Well... slag~! Her muddy brown eyes went to the woman on the lizard as she began to speak again and Jialing would listen.. but she was already inching a hand back towards her bow. This was not a good time to be armed with such an time-consuming form of defense.. and where the hell was Jin?! Suddenly, they were faced with a growing fire burst radiating from the Princess's fist. It was bright, dazzling blue. Jialing had never seen blue fire and for a moment.. just a smidgen of time.. was entranced by it, until, reality kicked in and HELLO. It was coming at her.
"Move!" She shouted, turning tail with a panic-striken look through to Reed who had been near her side. Spirits, Reed, MOVE! Her mind pleaded as it re-focused on her survival. She sprinted away, following the wheel ruts briefly before diving into the woods off to the side of the group. Sticks cracked and snapped under her footsteps that pounded into the moss and weed covered ground. The whole time, she was fishing her bow out of it's snug holding, trying to string it and finally having to stop to do so. It was a big bow! Half her height or more! And now.. She wasn't too far off the path, she could still see them, still see the basilisk lizards as they darted off to safety, leaving their mistresses behind. A sweat broke out on her face, the blood having drained from it and leaving her skin pallor now. Spirits, where was JIN!?
An arrow.. She notched an arrow, holding it in place with her finger, gripping her bow and the the string, ready to draw it back at a moment's notice. The girl with the duck butt hairstyle, then dove back to the road, coming at them from the side. Metal clasps clinked and clanged on the harness, the saffron colored wrap at her waist spinning off to the side. Jialing skidded to a stop on the rise that ran along the faded road, sliding back on one knee as she lifted the bow, and pulled the string. Fly! The bow string twanged, vibrating back and forth as the arrow flew.
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Post by mizuki on Aug 12, 2008 10:51:32 GMT -5
Ty Lee smirked as Azula's reigns slipped ever-so-slightly from her grasp. She knew what was coming, fighting alongside the Princess even in childhood fights had led her to this answer. As her friends made to act, so did she. While Mai gathered a handful of arrows and the jet of turquoise flame sizzled forward, she jumped. Ty Lee jumped, putting her unearthly agility into a forward catapult that seemed to defy the concrete rules of gravity, as if she had found a loophole. Her maroon skirt tightened around her thighs as the airs he cut through pressed it inward. Then, at the arc, Ty Lee looked down, floating there as if flying for a few moments. Her skirt had fluttered open and was shaking furiously in the wind that such altitude excited.
Then, the moment of peace before the storm was destroyed. Utterly obliterated as she watched the fire hit and the arrows fly. Ty Lee's glittering brown gaze had ran over the possible victims and then found her choice on that moment of suspension. There was a Kyoshi Warrior in the midst below them. Ty Lee smirked a playful grin before diving. Her pose cut through the air as she melted into a powder pink streak of color. Ty Lee aimed for the ground about ten feet in front of Tsuya. Upon landing, she rolled, evening her impact to virtually nothing as she came up in another gravity-breaking forward flip. Ty Lee landed lightly on the ground behind the Kyoshi Warrior and, with two clenched fists with the forefinger's knuckle farther forward, she aimed for a major chi-point. If all went well, this hit would put Tsuya out of the fight. And Ty Lee was ready, if her hand were to be hit aside, she would at least get a minor chi point on the way out.
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Post by reed on Aug 12, 2008 15:23:22 GMT -5
"...The...Princess." Reed muttered a conformation, completely shocked and unbelieving. Sure, she was a girl, a teen, probably younger than he was, but he had heard stories and seen the reality. This girl was a demon straight from Fire Nation hell. He'd seen the villages she had destroyed in a single evening. He furrowed his brow and stared intently on her movements. Ten years of sword training better have kicked in by now. Through his thoughts he heard Jialing commanding him to move. He caught a look at her expression. He hated seeing her like that - scared, color drained from he face. He wouldn't let anything happen. Not to her.
His eyes flickered to the girl with knifes in her hands. She was staring straight at Jia as she tried to shoot an arrow off. Reed took that chance. He drove and rolled off to the side as the Princess launched a fire ball the size of boulder. Jialing's arrow took off to the target and so did Reed. He sprinted with all he might baring his swords towards his enemy.
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Post by lili on Aug 12, 2008 16:28:11 GMT -5
For a moment Tsuya's mind mulled over the princess's words. There wasn't much time before action was required of her, as the warrior had no interest in being fried just then. Her single shield would not be enough to deflect such an attack, especially when more than one person needed to be covered, so instinctively she jumped away to the right. The blue flames still emitted plenty of heat which Tsuya could feel tickle her back as she ducked and rolled. In an instant she was back on her feet, quickly scanning her new position.
The brightly colored comrade of the princess was what Tsuya immediately noticed. Grabbing a single fan out of the sash around her waist, she flicked it open and took a defensive stance. Her face was deeply set with a look of concentration tinged with anger. In the warrior's last meeting with Fire Nation forces she had not met the bouncy girl in combat, but had seen glimpses from afar to put her on edge. As Tsuya inhaled deeply she thought she detected something burning, no doubt from the flame launched at her moments earlier.
Some sort of acrobat. The Kyoshi Warrior scoffed. In the blink of an eye she was gone and Tsuya's eyes turned upwards just in time to catch Ty Lee beginning her landing. As Tsuya turned to meet her attacker, who had cowardly landed to her back, she caught the jabbing motion out of the corner of her eye. Heat rising to her face under the now smudged make-up, Tsuya made an attempt to deflect the first blow with her left arm and fan, using a block that would force Ty Lee's arm away from the warriors body for the moment. But the second punch connected with her shoulder. Though there was no pain to match the blow, the limb instantly felt weaker. Tsuya's expression became surprised as her hazel eyes grew wide and her mouth popped open. Her arm wasn't completely useless however, just momentarily asleep; there was a strange tingling sensation to it. Luckily the unharmed arm allowed her to grab the jingum at her hip. Quickly back-stepping she unsheathed the blade and held it confidently in her right hand. Tsuya came at Ty Lee, aiming the blade straight at her before slicing it through the air in an attempt to drive her back.
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Post by gengoro on Aug 12, 2008 23:09:49 GMT -5
Gengoro’s heart was racing. All of his years of practicing his martial arts and his specialty with his miao dao would be put to the test with this one opponent: Princess Azula. He started to sweat as he advanced toward the group. He whispered a quick prayer to his ancestors before he closed in.
“Tseng, help the Kyoshi Warrior with those two,” Gengoro ordered, “I’ll take care of this one.”
Tseng nodded as he advanced toward Mai and Ty Lee’s direction. He smiled as he positioned his staff in an offensive manner.
“Well, there’s something about lovely ladies and this country. I feel honored in fighting ones such as yourselves,” Tseng complimented as he charged forward toward Ty Lee, using his knowledge that Gengoro taught him as he strung away.
Meanwhile, Gengoro was heading toward Reed and Jialing’s position with his sword drawn out.
“I figured you guys would need some help,” Gengoro said as he locked eyes with the princess. His offensive stance was obvious.
“So princess, the Fire Lord lost so much energy trying to win this war that he sent out his only daughter to fight his war for him,” he mocked as waited for her to move, “You may not know me, but your reputation is notorious. I feel honored fighting you here today. I’ll feel even more honored sending you to your ancestors. Hell, if you had honor, you would fight me with just a weapon than using that fire bending crap against us, unless your too ashamed to fight us without relying on it.”
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Post by prodigy on Aug 12, 2008 23:38:22 GMT -5
The Princess smirked as they ran from the powerful fire like little bugs. She saw the Kyoshi warrior raise her shield arm, the round shield spreading out from the arm quickly like two fans to complete a golden circle. Ty Lee, the energetic and agile one of the bunch leap off the saddle with her trademark flip and spin. She was going after the Kyoshi Warrior with her precise and well controlled jabs and thrusts of her hands. Ty Lee was invaluable to the Princess. She was not a bender, but she could render a individual completely defenseless with her chi-blocking. Both by shutting down the nerves in the body and by blocking the energy that flowed to power bending. She dove at the warrior, as the blue flames faded to the orange and red and then died down, leaving the ground scorched. And Mai, the dark, quiet member of the trio.. whose precision with her tiny darts was amazing, had dismounted her lizard with a flip as well, standing protectively in front of her lizard with her darts in her gloved hands, searching for a target. Her lips pulled into a sadistic smile as she lifted her gaze from her comrades, looking as the flames spread outward. She saw the three other figures.. two boys and a girl running from the fire. Only the warrior stayed. Not surprised. The one boy, a skinny little thing disappeared down into the river bed. He did not look like an threat. No visible weapons and he was nothing but a miserable and filthy child. No, the other two looked like they were something at least entertaining. Both them ducked off the road into the trees, and then they turned back.
The Princess slid from her saddle with ease, swinging her leg over the rear end of the lizard and dismounting in one smooth swoop. Her eyes shot to the side, keeping an eye on the figures in the woods, shadowed as the one appeared to be stringing a bow. And the arrow tip glittered. Azula stepped back from her lizard and then dashed ahead towards the two. The girl in the wood was lifting her bow, and Azula merely just smirked as she quickly stepped to the side, her arms streaming out behind her as the arrow whizzed by her head. Her hair split into strands over her forehead, the stiff cloth that formed the double collar fluttering as she ran, doubled over like a missile. The man that had been next to the girl dashed off, a knife glittering in his hand. Ignoring him, Azula leapt up on the rise, ready to reach out and to grab onto a low branch so that she might swing her body forward, kicking a swirling blast of scorching hot fire at the skinny waif when... another appeared.
The Princess halted. This man, rough and rugged looking with long, stringy hair that hung to his shoulders. Out of all of them, this man looked like he might be the biggest competition. Fun, the Princess thought as she lowered her arms that had been raised above her head in preparation for the jump and swing. Instead, Azula came to a sudden halt, stepping back once. She straightened her body, looking nothing but a mere child in front of the man with the sword. Instantly, the sword clicked into her mind, and with it.. the styles of fighting that went with it. She listened in silence as the man spoke hastily, insulting her father.. and then her. Fire bending.. the art of the phoenix of the dragons.. was a weapon!
In response, Azula again took a step back, her clawed hands relaxing for a brief moment as she calculated her response. In fire. Her hands went above her head as she reached high into the sky, her back arching. Her toes pointed with perfect precision, the flickering of fire sparking to life as her legs flew through the air in an arc. The striking blue fire arched through the air, flashing out towards the two. The princess stuck her landing, her wists bending on the landing as she forced her upped body back up into the air, following through on the curl through the air. As her hands lifted off the ground, her feet swinging back down, flames followed her hands like snakes, snakes which she quickly turned outward to follow up in a blast of heat at the two.
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Post by mab on Aug 13, 2008 17:07:21 GMT -5
As Ty Lee went after the Kyoshi Warrior and Azula dashed off into the trees, Mai was left with a simple option. The green-clad girl it was. Mai and Ty Lee usually worked flawlessly together, a non-bending duo that understood each other’s strengths and saw to many an opponent’s end. As Ty Lee was beginning her assault, however, they were faced with an intruder. Mai found his appearance and manner appalling; mumbling something about lovely ladies in the country before running at her acrobatic friend.
Reaching into her vest the teen retrieved three S shaped blades, holding them between her fingers. Drawing her arm back behind her before launching them forward, aimed at his arm and wrist to either knock him off course or wound him. She didn't really care which occurred, because both would require a follow-up attack.
Without waiting to watch her knives make their mark, Mai was running. She moved nimbly to close some of the distance between her targets and herself, releasing a set of eight or ten fletched arrows before her. They sped through the air with much more urgency and were meant to keep the red-robed man's attention diverted from the two females currently entangled. Mai's dark hair streamed behind her as she turned her path slightly; wanting to neither become too close nor make her path predictable.
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Post by jialingjin on Aug 14, 2008 12:31:19 GMT -5
Her arrow had whizzed by the Princess's head with surprisingly accuracy, enough to make Jia question herself, as she scrambled back up to her feet. Of course, that was the problem, the arrow went BY the girl. She took a step back, digging the toes of her boots into the some, moss covered ground, her knees bent as Jialing again reached over her right shoulder, grabbing an arrow. A glance to the side, at Reed, with her terrified eyes as he stood at her side, his small hunting knife grasped in his hand. Rarely, did Jialing lack the confidence she so boldly displayed elsewhere but in the presence of an all out assault, an assault that she could not run from.. yeah the girl tended to crack. Not noticing the girl in the dark maroons with the small throwing stars, She nearly tumbled to the side when Reed moved from her side, dashing off to confront that particular one. [iG]eez, fine! Leave me all by myself why don'tcha?![/i] Jialing wanted to shout, scowling at Reed's back as he dashed off, his dark hair bouncing on his skull. And yet, Before Reed could even get close to her, a rush of rose-colored wind.. no it was just a cloak all stirred up, settled in before the girl, before Mai. Instantly, Jialing's eyebrow's went up. Where ha..
Like the call of a sabre-toothed moose-lion, a deep, brooding male's voice was beside her, stating that they looked like they needed help. Okay! That was a slap to the face, and Jia's backward retreat was halted as she paused to give him her patented 'The Hell do you think you're doing look'. Didn't she tell them to go away?! Her mind raced as Jia's lips stretched tightly into a frown, her eyes brow tightly knitted on her forehead in anger. Yet, his face was to the Princess, egging her on with that beak-like nose of his, rough lines etched into his face and he tightly gripped his sword, the blade glittering as it moved through the beams of sunlight. At least it seemed to have stopped the woman who had sent out the vibrantly blue fire.
As much as she loathed the idea of having the two who had been OBVIOUSLY STALKING THEM.. helping, Jialing took the moment to slip off to the side, running like a panicked Elk-Deer. She dodged to the side, just as the Princess of the Fire Nation launched a vertical arc of flame right where she used to be! The heat against her back, going right through the layers of thick clothing. She tore up right next to a tree, circling around it and whipping back to watch her back, her hands digging into the bark.
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Post by mizuki on Aug 15, 2008 13:52:20 GMT -5
Rarely had Ty Lee been confronted with an opponent whose speed and precise movements were even partially a match for her. But, with a jab intended to put Tsuya out of the fight, suddenly her hand was forced away by a gleaming fan. However, Ty Lee was also famous for her reaction time. Kyoshi warriors were all the same, it was as if they shared the same mind and the fact that they were all taught exactly the same thing didn't help them either. So the acrobat had been counting on an deflection attempt. With a swift poke, the Kyoshi's arm was utterly useless, hanging there as if dead.
Ty Lee smirked when suddenly a streak of silver gleamed in view. She barely had enough time to duck away from the slicing blade. The girl did a beautiful back flip to distance herself from Tsuya. There she stood for a few moments, her braid flipped over her shoulder, a smirk on her face. Then the worst happened. Suddenly, Ty Lee felt lighter and almost dizzy. Looking down, her braid had begun to untangle as half of it danced to the ground. Now, her mud-brown locks were shoulder length and held in a mangy and ragged-looking pony tail at the back. Anger swept over her, pure hatred and loathing the like of which she had never considered possible. Her mouth held open aghast and a sharp intake of disbelief was quickly washed over by pure disgust.
She was not playing now. All other things were gone form her mind. The scenery seemed to go mute as blood pumped so fast through her body that she could only hear her own breath. Then she was up, in the air, the ribbon left to hold her locks together falling to the ground. A halo of brown rose to encircle her head only for a moment before flattening against her skull with momentum and speed. Ty Lee catapulted at a tree, kicking off it hard enough to bust the bark and there she went ricocheting so quickly between trunks that she melted into a pink and crimson streak. Then she came in, right at the chest of her enemy, with enough force to bust a few ribs, fueled by complete rage that was enough to make Ty Lee's stomach ache.
Her eyes closed and she made contact, with what she did not know. It could have been her intended target or perhaps her shield or even the ground. But the momentum lost, a shot of pain went through her arm and she bounced from contact up twenty feet before twirling down to land gracefully on the ground.
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