She landed with a thump, not even registering Tarrlock's words until they were moving. She wasn't getting out of it this time, she was in trouble. Of course she could get her shackles off, but then what, the metal encased her, a shell meant not to protect, but contain. Her training hadn't included metal bending, and she doubted she could learn within seconds, even hours.
"Spirits." She breathed out, tears welling up.
She leaned her head back against the wall, taking in what had happened. She and Tarrlock argued, started to fight. He was so much more powerful than she realized, and she so much more powerful than he realized.
She was seeing red, all the endings of this scenario ended up with Tarrlock dead or close enough. She was tired of the lies, schemes, and the dishonesty. It was being taken too far and no one could ever benefit from the measures being taken to 'protect' people. Her friends were in prison, innocent people being taken in for the actions of a few. It was just so wrong.
There was that voice, a battle cry, urging her to do what she needed, to get rid of Tarrlock. This wasn't right, this monster shouldn't be allowed to exist.
There was another too, even softer, begging for mercy on the man's behalf. A whisper so quiet it could barely be called a sound.
She was pretty much on board with the war cry.
Except…he could bloodbend. A chill wracked her system as her own body was taken from her. Her veins no longer her own, her heart pumping for another. Still alive, but not for long. The hate in his eyes was evident, he was burdened with the same purpose she had been with not seconds ago. The red cleared from her vision and was replaced by a fear so powerful she couldn't have controlled her body if she had wanted to. A sweep of the arm and she was soaring, released from his control but no better off, head colliding with stone. Then the merciful black started to creep in and stars popped before her eyes, blood churning, regaining its control but losing it's grip on consciousness, and with that notion, she fell.
She slowly moved back into the present, an all consuming fear capturing her mind again. She was afraid of herself, what she was willing to do to reach her goal, afraid of Tarrlock, for the exact same reason. They were not similar, but both were extreme, and it shook her to the core. She would have died right there if she could have killed Tarrlock, and that was a very dangerous notion. Mercurial and unpredictable, the most formidable qualities.
So she did only what one could do, she wept. Wept for herself, her friends, the city, and even for Tarrlock, but she mostly wept because of her failure.
What an Avatar.