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

Zinni cocked a braw as he talked to her, hiding like a coward behind a wall of water. There was no honor in hiding. It made her hate him rather than the neutrality that she usually felt towards her captives. Spirits. It was so tempting to just kill him and report back that he gave her no other choice. A dishonorable man so happy to drop her soldiers deserved to die while engulfed in her flame. Yet, killing him would do more harm than good. It would be a bad mark on her stellar reputation to have the maan she singled out be one of the waterbenders who was killed during today's battle which, by all reason, should have been an easy one. These little drowned rats were putting up a fight. I have more honor than anyone from a tiny tribe could ever understand. She spoke, using her own hands to create a small ball of flame between her palms. It was all for show. She wouldn't throw this one at him as it would be too small to do anything but sizzle in his pathetic little shield. You just know little of good war strategy. Always hit when its least expected, little boy . You wont be able to ever learn that though. This is the last battle you will see. Either I will kill you or I will put you in a camp until you grow old and die. However, at least in a camp youll still be breathing. She reasoned with the man, but she knew that convincing him wouldnt be nearly that easy. He would need much more convincing, but luckily for him Zinni was very good at persuasion via unconventional means. Give up now, you soggy boy, or this will be much harder for the both of us and Ill end up winning in the long run anyway. She spoke, beginning to walk in a slow circle around him as Ze watched closely, standing close by. The looked he man over from head to toe as she walked keeping her distance. She was too far away for him to make too rash of a move with his pathetic supply of water. He could whip her, maybe, but she was skilled enough to evaporate his water before it even came into contact with her flesh. His disadvantage was that he only had a canister of water. Zinni could conjure up flames to her hearts content as quickly as she was able to move her hands to do so. Not to mentioned she was more seasoned in battle. In her walk, so observed that he was a handsome and well built soldier from such a punny army. It was truly a waste that he was born a waterbender rather than a fire bender. Those types of genetics and that drive would have been very useful in her army. It was a shame he was destined to be a prisoner insead. Hell. He was better equip for battle han half of her soldiers out there securing his comrades in chaos just through those trees. Such. A. Shame. He probably even would have made cute babies. Listen, Dont make me have to kill you. Get on your knees, drop the water, and Ill retrain you and you can rejoin your friends. They wont even know you surrendered which, if I do say so myself, is the best move for you to make, water boy. She got around him just enough that she could see a gap in his shield of water a straight shot to his ankles. A hit to the achilles tendon would make it very difficult for him to keep up with the tall, slender, and delicious firebender woman. A firebender woman who had no intentions of being impaled on this little boys icy prick today. Or any prick for that matter, much to the complaint of some of her soldiers. Zinni was off limits and she was more than cold enough to enforce that even as she breathed hells fire. So she threw that tiny, pathetic fireball and hit her mark the tapered part of the waterbenders ankle and melting his flesh to the fabric as it seemingly instantly seared his flesh worse than a cut of meat left in the oven overnight. Then she let out the most malicious chuckle this world had ever heard. Zinni loved causing men pain.