First part of my story...I will slowly plunk away at this. I'm doing this more as a way to get me back into writing, so if nothing comes of this specific storyline, that isn't to say I won't finish it later, or revamp it as I regain my ability to write competently...
(Also, I know as soon as I post this, I'll find a GAZILLION things wrong with it. -_-)
DISCLAIMER: I don't condone the things I write about in my fanfiction irl unless the people involved are consenting adults and that's what gets their rocks off.
Far be it from me to judge people's sexual interests.
I HAVE SPOKEN.
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When she felt the bones of her hand crack under the force of his grip, she knew she had overstepped the boundaries of her abilities.
Korra's punch had landed right in the centre of her opponent's palm, allowing him to simply close his fingers, snaking around her fist with sickening speed. Her cry wasn't enough to mask the shattering noise that stung the air, and Amon felt his lips curl in self satisfaction.
He threw Korra's full weight to the solid ground by her broken, still clenched fist. The dust rose dramatically from the impact, bathing the pair in thick, granular smoke, which caused Korra to cough horribly.
"So, you broke my hand. What...?" She wheezed, using her able arm to push her to her knees, then to perch low on the balls of her feet, trying not to nurse her injury too noticeably. "Realize your chi blocking does shit all?"
She saw the red spot appear before the rest of him, and she quickly jumped out of the way of his strike, putting undue pressure on her broken appendage as she went. If her movements were silent, the gasp of pain certainly wasn't, and Amon was back on track within moments, lurching through the settling dust to land on her side resting form. He could see the pain in her eyes, the pain that sparked infinite rage, rage that would kill a man without question...A rage that required a more able, equipped and talented body, Amon mused to himself, using his hands to press the Avatar's shoulders into the ground, putting her flat on her back.
So submissive.
Amon chuckled low in his throat, though Korra couldn't hear him. Through the heaviness of her breathing, and the thundering of her pulse in her ears, all she could hear was her determined, fearful, childlike words of comfort, mantras rolled over in her head.
I will kill him, let the blood flow over my fingers...
I don't wanna lose my bending, KILL ME FIRST.
I wanna go home.
Korra balled her good fist and snapped it open, hot embers erupting angrily from her palm, and with a strangled cry, she slammed the entirety into Amon's chest, causing his back to bow outwards from the impact, his hands no longer putting pressure on her shoulders. The momentary shock allowed Korra to bring both of her feet up and kick Amon the rest of the way off her, her breaths heaving with the effort.
"Hurts...Don't it?" She chuckled lowly, her adrenaline working as an excellent pain suppressant.
"Let me ask you, Avatar."
The words came like a whisper, a rustle in the air, moving right past her ear, and reality settled on her heavily, and before she could react, she knew what was coming.
And the world was black.