Flames of Fury
A/N: Ello, it's your friendly neighborhood Hufflepuff here! Okay, so... I have no excuse. But really, was I the only one who was thinking of this pun the whole time? Also, if you're reading this because you had subscribed to me when I was writing Naruto, please check my profile. It has a notice, and I put up a challenge-adoption-thingie!
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did, then the movie wouldn't have sucked so much~
Despite the apparent severity of the situation, Sokka chuckled. Or maybe the novelty of life-threatening situations wore off after the millionth time the Fire Nation comes after you.
"Whatever it is," Katara screeched, "now is not the time!" Gods, what a bitch. Well, actually, he'd probably be cranky too if his hair had just gotten singed.
Speaking of which, ow! That hurt.
Bastards.
"What is it Sokka," Aang questioned in his usual childlike manner—not a tone you'd often hear someone talking in on the battle field (unless, of course, you were part of the Avatar's group or part of the group intent on killing them).
Absently, Sokka threw himself behind a rock to avoid yet another bout of fire coming his way. "Well," he began, "it just occurred to me. Zuko is really flaming today!"
For a moment, the battle stopped and complete silence reigned. After that brief moment, his comment was processed by both sides of the fight; Iroh chuckled, Katara snorted, Aang brightly said "Well, of course he is! He's a firebender...duh!" (typical, Sokka's humor is wasted on him!), and Zuko... Well, Zuko let out an enraged roar and turned his furious attention on to the only non-bender in the area.
Even after having to dodge an increased number of flames, Sokka smiled.
Totally worth it.
DFTBA.