You are taking it too damn far. Trying to take Bolin's bending, taking the city, trying to take the Airbenders' bending, taking my bending, those all annoyed me, have no doubt. They made me want to kill you.
Then you touch him. You dare to come near Mako, my Mako? You would try to hurt him, to take his bending? We-e-ell, you should brace yourself, mister just-asking-to-be-murdered-slowly, 'cause you are going down. If things go my way, you will either roast in my flames, drown in my water, or have your stupid mask and face caved in by my rocks. Amon, you have taken it too far, now you will face the Avatar's fury.
I lift my arms, forgetting my inability to bend, and push outward. And I bended. The air moved. It rushed toward Amon at an exhilarating pace, and knocked him back.
That's right. I have no idea what just happened, but just know that, if you mess with the Mako, you get the Korra. Let that be a warning to anyone who dares challenge me. I don't have weaknesses; I have things that easily piss me off, and I'm certain you won't like me when I'm angry.
This is Avatar Korra, considering you all fairly warned.