Penname: December Ice Star
Original or Derivative: Derivative (Legend of Korra)
Rating: Rating T
Pairing: General Iroh II/Korra
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Prompt: Live
Spoiler: See you in the next life, Iroh.
Her hair was flying around her panicked face wildly. The Equalist clothes flapped around with the strong wind.
She was hanging from the air ship, her fall only stopped by the strong arm of the General of the United Forces. Said arm was dislocated and the Avatar could see drops of sweat forming underneath Iroh's inky black hair.
"Let go of me! You'll fall too!"
He gritted his teeth and tried once again to pull her back on. His shoulder gave in before he could so much as move an inch.
"I'm not letting you fall!"
It was ridiculous, Korra concluded. She had lost her bending, her body was tired and worn out, and she had been defeated by Amon, barely managing to escape with her life. She was a pretty crappy Avatar before and now? Well, now she was just pathetic. If she did plummet to her death, she would just be reborn into an Earth Kingdom kid, which hopefully would be a better Avatar than what she had been so far.
He, however, had only one life, was the Crown Prince and General of the United Forces. His shoulder was swollen horribly; burn marks ran along the length of his well-formed body. He still had his bending, something that had saved her plenty a time on the last three hours and could still make it out of there.
Not with her, that's for sure.
She twisted her head and saw a squad of Equalists heading towards them, crossing the length of the air ship quickly.
Korra made a decision. She was not going to be the cause of his death. With that thought burning brightly behind her eyes, she swung her weight forward, allowing the momentum to throw her back and giving her the necessary impulse to reach him.
Or more precisely, his shoulder.
"Korra! No!"
Her feet made contact with his arm causing a ripple of pain to extend through his limb and his hand open involuntarily.
"NO!"
She saw him trying to throw himself after her but stopping when a kali-stick missed his face by an inch. He turned around and kicked one Equalist in the chest before she was too far away and couldn't see him anymore.
She spun around and saw the ocean coming towards her at alarming speed.
The words of her waterbending teacher came back at her.
Always use your waterbending to soften the fall when you're falling from a great height. You may or may not survive a fall of 200 feet but chances are you'll break your own skull with your knee while falling. Be very careful Korra, you wouldn't be the first bender that dies because the misjudged the distance.
She wasn't sure how many feet she was falling, but she was damn sure it was more than 200 feet. She closed her eyes, opened her arms and returned to the origins of the Water Tribes.
See you in the next life, Iroh.