She lie on the ground.

The chains still looped around her wrists.

They were pulled tight. Uncomfortably tight. They cut into her wrists as she watched the waterbender tend to her brother. Her head hurt—throbbed—for multiple reasons.

Azula thrashed against the chains again, anything to free herself from their metal embrace. This course of action only served to dig them deeper into her delicate skin.

She watched a thin horizontal line form, dripping scarlet where the skin had broken. Around the cut her skin grew red and raw and bruised beneath those Agni forsaken chains.

The urge to tare her own hands off to free herself growing hard to resist. Luckily for her, she wasn't strong enough to do so. And so the fire princess was forced to sit there bound with nothing to do but watch her brother re-gain his footing.

Watch him win.

Azula felt a burning in her throat.

Before her mind could catch up to her body, she was releasing the fire from her lips. Breathing it. She didn't even realize she was doing it until she felt the chains, again, cut sharply into her wrists—sending a stinging sensation radiating up her arms.

Her body fell back.

Defeated.

The chains quivering with her trembling hands.