(I, sadly, don't own Avatar.)

Sokka: (This is a bit like Sokka vs Suki in Warriors of Kyoshi, except it's right after Sokka left with breakfast)

One day on Kyoshi Island . . .

"Bunch of girls," Sokka muttered, eating a cupcake, "snuck up on me, said they were better. I could beat them!"

"Oh really?" Suki's voice made Sokka scream, which ended up in him choking on the cupcake. When he could breathe again, he sputtered, "Oh, Suki, I, uh-"

"I'm sure you could beat us, Mr. Strong boy." Suki said. Sokka didn't catch the heavy sarcasm in her voice.

Sokka smirked. "I guess. Don't feel bad, though. It's a fact that men are better at fighting than girls. And hunting and anything else that can be considered masculine."

"Is it? Well, can you come by our training area today and show my girls and I a few moves."

"Sure. I'll be there at noon."

Suki nodded and walked away, leaving Sokka thinking: I'll show these girls here what real fighting is.

Later

Sokka strolled into the training area. The Kyoshi warriors took one glance at him and started giggling. He, of course, took this the wrong way. "Ladies, calm down. I'm single." That made them laugh a little harder.

"Okay. I promised Suki that I would show you all some moves. Who will draw fight against the wrath of the Sokka?"

"I will." Suki stepped forward. Sokka's smile grew bigger. Now he would be able to show that he was good enough to beat the best out of them.

"I'll start easy. Try to hit my OW!" Sokka stepped back as Suki darted forward and punched him in the stomach. "I told you I was going easy on you."

"I'm going easy on you, too."

"Let's take it up a notch then. Now you try to block me. Ready, g-Ow!" Sokka had charged Suki, who just raised her fan and clipped him in the shoulder, effectively stopping him.

Sokka was starting to get frustrated. "Let's see how you handle this! Slap-a-pow!" Sokka changed Suki again, faster. Suki dodged, grabbed his foot, and yanked, sending him tumbling to the ground. "I think I handled it well." Suki said. Sokka blushed. Maybe these girls were better than he thought. . . .