Title: Getting High On My Mortality
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Characters: Suki & Iroh.
Summery: "He'd helped her get out of her cell and gave her the chance for a little violence against deserving opponents. He could be a mass-murdering sociopath and she'd think fondly of him." You meet the most interesting people during a jailbreak.
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The guard was practically gibbering as he backed away from the hulking figure at the end of the hallway.
He was so focused he didn't realize how close he was to Suki until she reached through the bars of her cell, grabbed the back of his collar and wrenched back.
He slammed into the bars with a satisfying clang, and then she jabbed her first two fingers into his neck and he buckled, slumping down against the bars.
"Thanks, you circus bitch freak," Suki breathed. She kept one eye on the fracas that was providing the perfect distraction as she grabbed the guard's keys, her breath was fast, heart racing.
The rush of pleasure that swept through her as the lock clicked open was almost orgasmic in intensity.
Suki grinned, lunging out of her cell, barely pausing as she swept up the guard's spar and heading toward the fight.
A broad shouldered, gray-haired man was trouncing five fire benders. Suki took out the two trying to slip around to get at his back.
Quick jab, and the first went down, arms around his belly. The second put up more of a fight.
She ducked under Suki's first slash, and thought she saw an opening. Suki twisted at the last second, let the guard's rush carry her past. A hand on her spine, slight pressure, and then the woman slammed into the wall hard enough to send her helmet bouncing down the corridor.
Suki felt a half-feral grin pulling at her features, and cracked the guard across the skull with the haft of her spear just to be sure. The woman tumbled to the ground like a sack of rotten cabbages.
Suki turned back to see the gray haired man had taken out the other three guards.
He smiled back at her, benignly amused.
Suki had a feeling she was going to like this man quite a lot. Well, he'd helped her get out of her cell and gave her the chance for a little violence against deserving opponents. He could be a mass-murdering sociopath and she'd think fondly of him.
"Tell me, my dear," he asked as they ran down the stone passageway together, their bare feet almost silent, "do you play pai sho?"