Jamie_the_Brown
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2009
Zuko staggered back, trying to maintain his stance... Despite her strength, despite the prior battles, he still couldn't believe that he was losing to Azula, he took up his stance once more, sweat slowly dripping down his body as he considered his opponent, and how this had come about.
She'd approached him earlier that day, bored. Zuko had only recently returned to the Fire Nation, and his relationship with Mei had been going fine. Which had probably given Azula the idea... She'd challenged him to a sparring match, with the promise of whatever the winner wanted should they win. The promise of someone who would teach him how to use lightning, instead of simply re-directing it had been too great. So what he'd rather learn it from Iroh? A teacher was a teacher, especially considering the enormous power that would come with the move.
So he'd agreed.
Zuko cursed himself silently as he took several steps back, slightly shaky from the run-around she'd already given him. She'd mainly just teased him, cutting away his shirt with daggers of fire, followed by getting rid of th tie in his hair so that it hung down around his face, obscuring his vision. He knew it wouldn't be long before she claimed victory, and probably him as a slave, forced into getting her whatever she'd like, most likely.
How wrong he was...
She'd approached him earlier that day, bored. Zuko had only recently returned to the Fire Nation, and his relationship with Mei had been going fine. Which had probably given Azula the idea... She'd challenged him to a sparring match, with the promise of whatever the winner wanted should they win. The promise of someone who would teach him how to use lightning, instead of simply re-directing it had been too great. So what he'd rather learn it from Iroh? A teacher was a teacher, especially considering the enormous power that would come with the move.
So he'd agreed.
Zuko cursed himself silently as he took several steps back, slightly shaky from the run-around she'd already given him. She'd mainly just teased him, cutting away his shirt with daggers of fire, followed by getting rid of th tie in his hair so that it hung down around his face, obscuring his vision. He knew it wouldn't be long before she claimed victory, and probably him as a slave, forced into getting her whatever she'd like, most likely.
How wrong he was...