Thread: AVATAR: An Icy Burn-Out (BennyQ/Sketchyequine)

Little boy, huh? Guess itll be more all that more embarrassing for you when I give you a dirt-nap here in a few The threats were what he expected. Imprisonment. Hard Labour. Death. At least Rikkar would still have himself. He could die just once, not a thousand times over if she chose to bow down and live his life as a slave to the Fire Nation empire. He had no doubt this woman knew her business well. An officer of some kind. Rikkar's tribe was simple. No nobles, no rulers, no superiors, nothing. One persisted on their own merit and virtue. Would his be enough? He didnt respond to the taunting. He knew it was meant to distract him. He kept his guard firm and never let his enemy out of his sight. The only problem was there was more than one of them and for a time, he kept woman and beast the distinction was hair thin in his mind in his sight, until she paced around, causing him to keep his focus between her and the creature. It clearly was comfortable in combat and not spooked easily. Rikakr didnt doubt a simple whistle from her would send it charging at him again. He still had the bruises. On my knees? Sounds like something youre used to. If you really knew honour, you wouldnt even waste your breath with these words. So what are you really scared of, little girl? That you cant take me in a fair fight? Rikkar finally mocked in return, goaded by her offer to shamefully surrender. That was what this entire expedition of his people was about. They would never surrender. They were here to fight to the bitter end. The Fire Nation could be as arrogant as they wished. He had his convictions to power him. Her assault came suddenly and Rikkar shifted a second too late. Her fire ball launched rapidly and his water flowed to parry it, reaching a little too late. The flame zipped past his ankle with a burning kiss, melting flesh and causing the tissue beneath to blister and ooze through the damaged skin. Rikkar hissed and lifted his foot protectively, though he maintained his balance perfectly. He lived on ice. Standing like a statue on solid ground was childs play. He kept his guard up, expecting a second strike to follow. Instead he heard her laugh at his misfortune. She was taunting him and doing pretty good at it. Rikkar was a tribesman, from the southern edge of the world. Maybe he was nave, easily goaded and incapable of greater malice, never having witnessed it before. With clenched teeth, he dead gave it away he intended to attack and attack he did. But as the water swirled about him, his bending could take many forms and from the water came swirling stars of jagged ice, spinning rapidly and with deadly intent. Two flew straight for her chest. To return the favor, he launched his own at her feet. He followed up quickly himself, ignoring the throbbing ache in his ankle. Oh he would definitely feel that after the battle. Maybe even be incapable of walking, as if he had a terribly sprained limb. But his back was to the wall now and it was do-or-die. Extinguished water, as long as he had his focus, was reclaimed at once into the principal swirl of water he kept around his torso, his arms moving it in an elegant dance. With a heave, he brought the entire globe of liquid about, intending to slam across a wide surface into the side of the Fire Bender and sending her reeling as if struck by a club.