Thread: On Flames and Rivers (Malin and Luana_Blodwyn)

Tseng's laughter died in his throat as she seemed to contemplate killing him with her knife. He watched as the water bending girl's hands shook. He was an enemy of her people, and for a moment he thought for sure that she was going to do it, but the shaking was something he didn't understand. He had been taught since he was a kid that in a fight any enemy that challenged the fire nation deserved death, they were holding back progress, and yet it seemed like things changed, because in a moment of contemplation she shifted and put away her weapon. He let out a small hidden sigh of relief. He was trying to save his life after all, and having his neck stabbed by water tribe primitive was not exactly something he wanted right now. Moments later he was restrained, and a temporary home was built around him, and then it happened. Everyone had heard the rumors, healing through the water element. It was supposed to be just a rumor of some sort the northern men never showed this talent, and if the southern tribe had this power it was one he had never actually seen used before. It felt remarkable it wasn't just knitting together his skin, he could feel it restoring his energy, right down to his spirit. It was refreshing invigorating, but the feeling only lasted for as long as she remained healing him. Once it was over, and the water had turned back into the ice around them he felt some amount of his weakness return to him. Not nearly as much as he had been, but enough that he didn't complain when he didn't unbind him. When the polar bear dog walked up to him and sat next to him to help keep him warm he was grateful, but didn't say it. His life was no longer in danger, and that was more then enough. For now focused on getting warmth from the dogs fur, and his own breath. When she left the tent he guessed that she was going to get the people of her tribe. When she said not to think of betraying her he gave no answer. However the moment she was gone, he looked at the dog, who for a moment he thought was glaring at him. Great no ventilation and the air already smells like wet dog fur. Closing his eyes he decided that while she was gone, prepping for some kind of torture, probably going back to her tribe to go and bring some of her people to help torture him for additional information. His life may have been saved, but so far she acted just like a primitive water scum girl would act. Shaking his head he had to get away from her, but his brothers wouldn't be back till they had delivered the last group to the prison, and then some. They relied on fear tactic's to make their raids work, they needed the water tribe to think that they had forgotten them before they showed up again otherwise the defenses would be too strong and there would be many more captured or dead. Right now there was no escape, and when the snow door fell apart Tseng craned his neck to see how many people the girl had gone to grab, and to his shock she had brought food instead of people, and what was more she freed him from his bonds. There was a long moment of silence after she had thrown the food at him. He looked her up and down trying to figgure out what kind of trap this was, and stayed silent all the while. His arms tensed, his body readied, and after a long pause He struck out with his arm. Hya! Tseng had intended to create a wave of fire that would have simply punched through the water bender, and instead what he got was the tiniest puff of smoke. Letting out a long sigh should have figured. He had been bleeding out for so long that even now his muscles felt weak after the hour nap, and healing he wasn't strong enough to conjure the simplest of sparks. His chi was depleted, and his strength gone from his body thanks in part to the rough treatment of his host. Can't no fire. He said with a shrug trying to play off his instinctive attack as a demonstration of some sort, one he was sure she hadn't appreciated. He had meant to come off menacing, and powerful, instead he had only succeeded in showing that for the moment he wasn't. He was as weak as they came without his bending. A fire bender without his bending he was as good as dead, and miserable for that fact.