Dark orange flames were playfully dancing around as Mako and Korra were in an
intense, but rather unnecessary sparring match. It first started as some friendly competition, but the stubborn nature of both of them had been quickly switched on and soon the gym was lit by the bright bursts of light coming from their fiery attacks.
The mocha skin of the Avatar was drenched in sweat as she narrowly avoided one of Mako's shots of fire. A small droplet trickled down her forehead before she quickly wiped it away in frustration.
"I think I underestimated you, pretty boy!" Korra jeered as she viciously kicked, letting fire burst through the air in front of Mako. She thought she was going to humor him with a sparring lesson, but things had sparked up quickly. What was he trying to prove? She wondered as she started to push a little harder with her offensive.
Mako grunted in response as he tried to avoid her constant barrage of assaults. He was frustrated, in more ways than one, and letting out his anger like this felt so good. All the constraints of probending were being stripped away as he exerted the raw emotions of firebending. With each furious punch he shot towards the young avatar, the building pressure in his body decreased.
Flames flowed gracefully out of his fists, and with each burst his pressures flashed through his mind. Korra, dark hair sticking to her neck, pulling her probending shirt off slowly, the curves of her hips glistening with perspiration, before he quickly walks away from the changing room door. Korra hugging his brother tightly around the neck, allowing her body to drape over his, her eyes fogged with drink. Korra's figure flying thought the air as water whips around her, swirling and curving.
He clenched his fists harder as he wishes away these images. Then the image of Korra pursing her lips like she always does when she's exasperated with something, and hit was the last straw. That last image stirred up his insides. The movement of her naturally dark lips was too much and he grunted loudly as a powerful burst of fire charged out of his fists and Korra flew through the air and landed hard on a collection of matts, fifteen feet away from them.
"Mako! What the hell!" Korra loudly whined as she slowly got to her feet, brushing herself off.
"This is just a sparring practice, you don't have to get so serious. It's like you want to kill me or something…" Korra's eyes narrowed as she said these words to him. She was partially embarrassed that she let the brooding firebender get the upper hand in a sparring match, but she was also partially angry since she knew that you should never get that passionate or excited in a practice, especially when it comes to firebending. She waited silently for his apology, but it never came. He stared at her with his cold auburn eyes, almost harshly, and he took of his helmet and slammed it to the ground. Then he started to walk away towards the entrance of the training room door.
"Hey! What is wrong with you? Where's your apology?" She screamed out behind him, running to catch up with him. She reached out and pulled him back around to face her and he just glared into her. A flash of something fiery passed through his normally cold eyes before he looked away.
"Just leave me alone. Seriously, you're a pest." He managed to mutter, but his normal rudeness didn't come across like it normally did. He felt weaker, and it showed through his actions. He turned his back on her and walked out of the training room.