Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, or any of the characters, so get off my back.
This is my first fanfic, so please be nice!! I'm new to FanFiction so please no flames, but reviews are greatly appreciated!
Summary: Just read the story!! you won't regret it!!
Pairings: ZukoxKatara, AangxToph, SokkaxTylee, AzulaxOC
Warning: This fanfic rated T for graphic violence, gore, and some sexual conduct in later chapters. Reader discretion is advised!
Fires of Vengeance
Aang saddled Appa to fly faster. The rainstorm was becoming fierce as water began striking down on the gang mercilessly. It
has been a little more than a week since they had escaped from Zuko and Azula at Ba Sing Se. Aang had recovered from his
injuries, but his spirit still suffered. Ba Sing Se was now under the control of the Fire Nation and all hope for victory now felt
lost. But that didn't matter to Aang, Sokka, Katara or Toph. Right now they just wanted to find some good shelter to rest.
Aang forced himself to look through the clouds toward the ground. He looked and finally found what they had all been looking
for; a small village. A nice place to find shelter until the storm cleared. They landed in town and found a lodge to stay at.Only
problem is that inn was very run-down and dangerous-looking people were coming to and from its entrance. The group put
Appa in the lodge's barn and payed the ranch hand three bronze pieces for Appa to stay there for the night. They then entered the
lodge's main hall through thick, oak doors.
The main hall was massive; certainly the lodge's exterior look betrayed its size. Inside the hall was a mayhem of activity.
Thugs, street urchins, low-lives, travelers, and local on-goers were yelling, passing money, making bets and cheering on a
commotion that was taking place in the center of the hall. Katara turned to Toph and spoke, "what's going on here?" Although
the group could not see the center of the hall over the crowds of people, Toph could feel exactly what was going on. "There's a
fight going on, and it looks like someone got their ass handed to him." The group climbed some nearby stairs and finally got a
clear view of the commotion, while Katara, curious, fought her way through the crowd until she got her clear view of the
commotion. In the center of the hall, there was a fighter's ring made of stone set up and there were two men in the ring. One of
them was walking back to a corner of the ring while the other was on the ground, motionless. Moments later, two attendants
dragged the lifeless body out of the ring, leaving a small smeared trail of blood. The other fighter sat on a stool in the corner of
the ring closest to Katara, looking incredibly calm and collected as he drank water from a ladle.
As katara studied the sitting fighter, she realized that the fighter could not be no more than sixteen years old. Katara eyed the
fighter more throughly. He was bare- chested and rippling with muscles, yet slim and lean; a warrior's body. His face was
steeled with a calm and unfettering look of perpetual confidence. Yet he was incredibly handsome with his olive skin and rough,
angular cheeks, a heavy set jaw and chin that set well with his face, serious and undaunting green eyes that blazed like emeralds
in the hall's firelight, and long jet- black hair braided in dread locks with his bangs tied back that made him all the more
ferocious, yet attractive. More closely Katara could see that deep scars and small burns were scattered across his chest, abs, and
even a few on his shoulders. Katara felt electricity run through her at the sight of this young fighter's body. The sound of the
fight announcer's voice startled Katara. "Listen up, you slime- sucking devil dogs! This fighter here has never been defeated in
this ring! Which of you low-lives has the guts and fists to stand up the youngest and most toughest brawler who has ever walked
the Hu-sien Province?!" Almost immediately, a giant of a man stood up in the crowd and screamed, "I do!!!". The brute strolled
towards the ring, pushing people aside with no effort at all. He climbed into the ring and removed his tunic, revealing a massive
collection of muscle and bone.
The giant man then walked to the center of the ring, where the announcer stood. Then the announcer spoke again. "This man has
the bravery to challenge our current champion sitting before you! But does he have the sheer toughness to beat him? We shall
now see! LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!!!" Katara could not feel nothing but sweat pouring down her face and utter fear for the
young fighter sitting in ring's corner. Katara thought to herself, "there's no way he could win against that giant; he must be
three times smaller than that brute." Katara felt her fear for the young man overwhelming her. As the young man stood up,
Katara was surprised at the young fighter's expression on his face. He was completely calm, almost smiling at his new
opponent. The Giant Man lunged at the young fighter, screaming a war cry, putting all his strength into his right punch. Katara
looked back at the young fighter anxiously. Suddenly, in a deaf, lightning fast move, the young fighter launched his left fist at
his attacker, aiming straight for his enemy's fist. The Giant Man's fist connected with his opponent's fist...and crumpled. Katara
could hear the snapping of bone and the scream of agony as the Giant Man's right hand was shattered by the young fighter's
connecting fist. The Giant Man, unable to control his forward momentum, fell flat on his face as the young fighter side- stepped
in a blinding motion. The Giant Man quickly got to his feet, cradling his bloody hand, trying to banish his excruciating pain. He
then turned to face the young fighter. The young fighter then darted toward the Giant Man with his fists up, ready to finish this
bout. The Giant Man tried desperately to defend himself by putting his hands up to his face, but he never really had a chance. The
young fighter was a blur of slashing and jabbing motions. In a matter of moments, the Giant Man crumpled in a heap against the
ropes and lied there, motionless. The announcer came into the ring and yelled, " Fight's over! We have clear, undisputed winner
of this ring! Give it up for this young fighter!!" The entire hall exploded in cheers and applause. Only Katara stood in front of
the ring, dazed and stupefied at what she had just witnessed. Her gaze was so locked on the young fighter that she didn't notice
Sokka, Aang, and Toph standing next to her, as shocked by the fight as she was. The young fighter sat on his stool, his blazing
emerald eyes rifling through the crowd, then locking on Katara. He didn't look in her direction, but looked directly at her, which
shocked Katara. "He's looking at me, what should I do?" But Katara could not bring herself to move. She stood, frozen in
anxiety and awe for the young fighter was looking directly into her eyes. She finally began looking into the young man's emerald
eyes herself and saw his eyes were indeed a fighter's eyes, yet she was calmed and her emotions were soothed by the mere stare.
His eyes were comforting to Katara, and she felt all her sorrows and fear just wash away. Their gaze was finally broken when
Sokka grabbed her arm. "Katara, Aang found a room we can stay in, I think it's time we all got some sleep." As she followed
Sokka and the others up the thick wooden steps to their room, Katara looked back at the ring. The young man was gone.
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