I spat blood, watching it fall to the dusty cracked ground and soak into the earth. Sweat beaded my brow, my matted hair hung raggedly, and my raw knuckles were filthy and infected. I looked up, snapping into position and hauling myself up from the ground. I poised to attack. I was NOT going out like this. My attackers noticed, and began to laugh at me. The air was parched, the ground was practically crumbling, the sun was sweltering, and my throat was raw…longing desperately for water.

"Pull it together!" I told myself harshly, "You know how to defeat them! You do."

I inhaled deeply, and closing my eyes I focused intently on what I wanted to do. I raised one slender hand, and with a swift motion, my attackers went stiff as a board. I opened my eyes to see their terrified expressions; I twisted my hand and shoved down. They rotated in the air and fell with a thud. I clenched my fist at my side and they contorted and I heard their bones snap. They began to scream. I sliced through the air, and they were finished; gone.

I clenched my teeth, and then went over to one of them, the smaller man. I stripped his uniform from him, and even that was a little big for me. I took off my worn blue robes and tenderly folded them, setting them in a neat place away from the broken bodies in the corner. Then, swallowing my disgust I put on the fire nation robes, and turned to the door. I pulled the sweat from my body and with it sliced a hole in the door, just big enough for a young woman to slip through. With one last glance at the dead soldiers, I quietly took my leave .