A/N: Another drabble. TyZula, you might be able to figure out when this was supposed to occur.
She had to do it, that is what she had told herself. She was losing it, and she couldn't stop her. She was fearless, cold, and calculating. She didn't care about anyone or anything. She had to be stopped.
She paused, unsure, before making up her mind, and denying her heart.
She enthused quickly, moving forward in one fluid motion, hitting her target with superior accuracy, jabbing the appropriate joints firmly, feeling sick to her stomach.
Ty Lee glanced back hesitantly, and then could she see the heartbreak in the eyes of molten gold.
