"One more time; just try it."
"Korra, you already won to round," Mako said extending an arm to block her from lunging forward. Bolin jogged over panting.
"He's dirty and I'm gonna clean him up," Korra seethed with a blast fire rocketing from her fist.
The warning buzzard sounded. Bolin threw his hands up in a T. The ref nodded back and the time-out ding was followed by the audience's murmur.
Mako glanced at the ref and then at the clock. Gingerly he placed his hands on Korra and turned her around. Korra snarled and with a quick flick of her wrist wiped some of the blood from her cheek. The deep cut extended from her eye down to her mouth. She tried to swivel around to face the attacker again and growled when Mako again steered her away.
"Let the medic look at your face. I think you need stitches."
"Not as many as he'll need."
Mako sighed and motioned for the medic. Mako stepped aside and turned his gaze towards to the opposing earth bender. The re-match of the decade, and the Wolfbats were still the same cheaters. Mako didn't care if this was for charity. He'd teach them not to play dirty. He nodded at Bolin and they smiled devilishly at each other.
"Oh no you don't," Korra yelled from the bench. "You wait for me. We're taking them down together."