"Where's Steven?" yelled the woman. Her hands glimmered, huge fisted gauntlets appearing on either one.
Zhao sent a blast of fire at her. Then another, and another, and another, until all he could see in front of him was smoke and flame glistening heat.
When it cleared, Zhao staggered backwards in surprise. The woman stood there, untouched, as if nothing had happened. She was completely unmoved, and not a bit of her was even so much as scorched.
The corners of the woman's mouth dropped.
"I won't ask again," she said through clenched teeth.
"Get off of my ship!" shouted Zhao as he unleashed another barrage.
This time, the woman moved. But not to escape the flames; she moved towards him, surrounded by a halo of fire, until she had her gauntlet clenched in a fist around the front of his shirt.
"I am Admiral Zhao of the Fire Nation! I will not be beaten by—by some freak!" spat Zhao.
The woman drew him closer. "Something to remember, Admiral," she said. Her glasses slid down her nose, just a bit, just so he could see her eyes.
All three of them.
Her third eye winked and he reeled backwards, but she hadn't finished.
"I am much, much stronger than you."