Through the Fire and the Flames
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He stared at the sobbing mass on the ground
He stared at the sobbing mass on the ground. Where had his sister gone? This couldn't be her. His sister was a proud, cold warrior. She never lost control like this. Never. But the truth was right there. Azula lay there, chained to the ground, screaming and sobbing hysterically.
He began to move forward but a hand grabbed onto his arm. Katara eyed him, most likely thinking him mad to the mad-woman in his weakened state. He gently shook his head and continued on.
He towered over her. She howled at him. Threw curse after curse at him. He knelt down and unhooked her from the vent, careful to make sure her hands were still chained together. She lunged at him but he caught her easily. She had tired out from the fighting and the screaming. He placed his hands onto her shoulders and pulled the screaming girl toward him. Her fists beat against his chest, every now and then leaving small scorch marks. He continued pulling her to him.
For the first time in over a decade he was hugging his sister.