Jun 01, 2006 21:04
Azula stood in the field out in front of the pagoda she had set up awaiting her brother. This would make up for letting him get away; delivering his head to her father would be the perfect gift.
She had confidence. She was better than he was. She would defeat him - kill him - with ease. Kinship be damned, he was a dead man walking.
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"Let's do this." Flames flickered around his hands as he entered his fighting stance.
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