Just a little ficlet I wrote because my Korra feels are slowly killing me and I need an outlet.
Warning: implied death
Disclaimer: I do not own the life-ruining, feeling-inducing, heart-breaking series called "The Legend of Korra"; that honor belongs to Michael and Bryan.
Noatok knows.
He knows what his brother is planning.
After being around Sato's inventions for so long, he is familiar with the distinct clicks of an electric gauntlet powering up.
He knows he can stop him.
He can send out a water whip to subdue his dear brother or bloodbend him into submission…yet he does nothing.
His plans.
His followers.
His loyal lieutenant.
His legacy.
Gone.
The slight squeak of the gas cap unscrewing drums heavily in his ears. The crackling electricity hums louder than the motorboat's engine.
He and Tarrlok cannot go back to how things were before the unpleasantness.
He knows this is where it ends.
There is no need for words anymore. Both brothers are silent when fire and metal engulf them.