He felt powerful beyond mortal comprehension, as if the world were his to control. But the problem was, the anger and rage that caused his power were out of his control, leaving him with the concept of his might and no way to control it.
The one man who had tried to threaten his precious domain, his kingdom, his people and his world, was lying in front of him. He wanted to do it, he could feel Kioshi and Roku and urging him on; the source of his power taking it up and surging it around like a whirlpool. And all that, all the emotion and the raw strength behind it, it felt so wrong. So wrong and so chafing. Aang, the last airbender, could only guide it to release. And releasing it towards the firebender in front of him wasn't an option, because it would taint him. He valued every life and killing just wasn't an answer, for him or for the world. So he let it go, outwards and back to the universe where it belonged.
"All the power in the world and you still can't do it," Ozai jeered.
The self-named 'Phoenix King' was more than a little bit put out. First, he was attacked by a child who was supposed to be the avatar (He was still confused about that; shouldn't the boy be at least an adult by now? He spent a hundred years in hiding, so he should look his age), then that child forced him into a submissive position, the kind servants kneeled in, and then he was about to kill him but didn't.
The rocks fell away from his wrists and ankles, letting him sit up. The Avatar truly was nothing more than a child, not that he was complaining. It made his victory all the quicker.
"No." Aang murmered. "I won't end it like this."
"You're as weak as your people." And then the former Firelord lunged at his exposed back, aiming for the scabbed-over wound where Azula had struck him in the earth kingdom. He never reached his target.
Aang reacted faster than Tough would have; all the training had paid off. Before Ozai could twitch rock encased his hand, holding him. He aimed with his other hand, but that one was pinned down too. The last airbender remembered what the lion-turtle had said.
"In the age before the Avatar, we bent not the elements, but the energy inside ourselves." The ancient and magnificient beast had then touched his large claws to Aang's head and chest. Energy filled the boy's body, invigorating him. He understood, in a brief second, what it was like to commune, to truly be one with everything.
He copied the lion-turtle and placed one hand over Ozai's heart and one on his forehead, letting the feeling of the same energy the noble beast gave him guide him.
It was awe-some. He could feel the 'Phoenix King's firebending, hot and bright and destructive. It began to overwhelm the Avatar, but at last minute all the power that came with his avatar state rushed back.
The former Firelord collapsed on the ground when the stone holding him retreated to the ground. Aang stumbled, and then it was over.
He hadn't killed the firelord.
Now, what to do with the evil mass-murdering almost-harmless psychopath...
