This is a bit longer and more exciting, but, for some reason, this fiction I didn't include as much detail... Sorry about that... :) Enjoy!
I don't own Korra.
Mako automatically shifted into a fighting stance, mentally questioning why he went along with Korra's so-called plan; he knew she was too reckless and impatient to actually formulate a logical course of action. Korra remained still, challenging every person in the room with a taunting stare. While he admired her bold attitude, Mako knew it was probably the stupidest thing to do at the moment; they were outnumbered outrageously and by people they didn't know how to fight. Amon turned slowly, his face still obscured by his haunting mask, his hands now clasped before him.
"Ah, welcome, young Avatar," he called tauntingly, opening his arms in a faux greeting. "I have anticipated your arrival for quite some time. It is a pleasure to see your face in person." Korra stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest and daring anyone to make a move. Mako discreetly mimicked her movements, remaining a few feet behind her.
"Wish I could say the same for you," she retorted, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow."Why are you hiding behind that thing, anyway? Afraid people will recognize you?" She was treading on dangerous ground, now, and everyone in the room knew it, but Amon simply laughed, amused by her attempts at aggravating him.
"Oh, Korra, Korra, Korra," he clucked, descending the slim staircase that had blended into the wall, an Equalist following closely behind and the crowd below separating to allow him access to the floor. "It isn't polite to demand things of your rival, especially in a situation such as this." She narrowed her eyes at the strange man, daring to take another step forward with defiance, her frustration clear.
"It isn't 'polite' to kidnap sixteen people!" she countered, clenching her fists to prevent sparks from flying. Mako rested a hand on her shoulder, eyes wider than normal, attempting to calm her down. She inhaled sharply, relaxing her muscles and loosening her grip, Mako getting the memo and dropping his hand. He knew not to coddle her. As the masked man strode forward, stopping a good twenty feet away, Amon began clapping slowly, teasing her with false appreciation.
"Congratulations. You figured out that I was behind that. Not that it wasn't obvious, though the rest of the city seems quite puzzled," Amon mocked, tilting his covered face slightly. "Of course, that will not help you whatsoever. My plans have already been enacted. There is no way you can stop me now. The anti-bending revolution has begun, my dear. There is nothing you can do to stop it." Korra's heart thundered in her chest, his words the same as they had been a week earlier. She was frozen in place, something strange and new seizing her heart — something that brought the word "fear" to mind. "You will not leave here tonight, children. Get them." At that, the masked leader backed away, three Equalists rushing forward on cue. It was as if they had already had it planned out; they were taking it slow, intent on drawing the fight out as long as possible. Fine with me, Korra thought to herself, smiling absentmindedly, shifting into the form Bolin had shown her.
The first Chi-blocker shot towards her, his body tense, but the Avatar was ready. She focused as much as she could, stomping on the ground and thrusting outward with her fists, slamming the rock into her attacker's chest at an incredible speed, knocking him backwards and into the following Equalist. Mako kicked his opponent's feet out from under him, blasting red-hot flames at him and sending him crawling away, the next entourage of Chi-blockers immediately moving forward.
The battle continued like that for quite some time, Korra and Mako managing to hold back the enemies with powerful offensive and defensive moves. She would rapidly switch using elements, sometimes combining them, but it was still a challenge for her. By the time they had incapacitated at least 80% of the Equalists, they were panting and sweating, their energy nearly burnt up.
Now that the crowd of Chi-blockers had dispersed, they could see through to the center of the room where they had been gathered, and the sight wasn't a pretty one. The missing members of the pro-bending teams lay crumpled on the ground, chains bound around their wrists and ankles, bruises and scrapes that covered their skin visible even from almost fifty feet away.
Bolin was the closest one, his body nearly still, and, though Korra was the first to spot him, Mako quickly followed her gaze, his eyes widening and his focus deteriorating. Without thinking, his composure failing for a moment, he made to advance, his mind dead set on saving his brother, Korra busily fighting off a particularly strong Equalist and struggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted what Mako was trying to do and the Chi-blocker who was speeding toward him. Within a few seconds, Korra unable to voice her warning, Mako was knocked to the ground, the enemy punching his pressure points and immobilizing him, continuing to attack until his nose was gushing and his body was limp. He hadn't even been able to put up a fight.
"Mako!" Korra cried in anguish, and, with a sudden burst of energy, she shoved the Equalist to the floor, slamming her foot on the ground to send him flying. Her mind was reeling for a reason she couldn't understand, and, in a sudden flurry of emotion, she felt her control vanish. In a single instant, her face contorted, and her eyes began to glow as she entered the Avatar State for the first time, floating into the air in an airbending sphere, despite her inability to consciously bend the element. Amon's shock was evident even through his mask, his eyes becoming wider than the holes. As she began bending the elements like she had never done before, knocking out Equalist fighters left and right, Mako stirred, his eyes fluttering open only to see his friend in a frighteningly powerful status. The two remaining Equalists fled with their leader through the curved entrance, abandoning their kidnappees and their fallen members and disappearing around the bend. Her power drained, Korra drifted to the ground, falling to her knees as the glow disappeared.
She moaned, holding her head and breathing heavily, for under a minute before rising unsteadily to her feet, immediately sprinting to Mako's side and sliding to meet him, crouching down to be at his eye level. Her eyes were full of concern — an unusual display of emotion for her — and Mako found himself quite shocked. He had never thought Korra — the brave, determined, and ultimately fearless Korra — would advertise such a vulnerable emotion, and for him nonetheless. Swallowing her uncommon feelings, she offered a hand to him, helping him rise to his feet and supporting him momentarily before being sure he was strong enough to do so on his own. Quickly, she raced over to the fallen pro-benders, breaking the steel links that bound them with her amateur-but-still-powerful metalbending. Korra turned to Mako, a puzzled look on her face.
"We need to get them out of here and soon," she stated, her breath still coming in short pants. "How can we, though? They're hurt, obviously, but we don't have enough strength to get them out at once." Mako scratched his head, thinking it over.
"What about Naga?" he pondered aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. "We could put some of them on her saddle with you and tie one of the abandoned wagons out front to the back. We'll put the rest back with me. How does that sound?" Korra nodded in agreement after a moment, setting to work carving a large slab of earth out of the ground to transport the victims. Mako followed her train of thought and began gently lifting the unconscious benders onto the area she was chopping at, resting only when all sixteen were lying peacefully atop it. "You sure you can handle all that weight?" He seemed genuinely concerned, but Korra brushed away his worries, furrowing her brow and concentrating as hard as she could.
"I'll be fine," she replied through gritted teeth, lifting the rock into the air with a large amount of effort. "Just light the way, alright? We'll need to go through the front to make it easier. I'll bend a pathway right through, don't worry. Let's get moving." At that, they began striding towards the exit, Korra carving a large opening in the walls ahead of them. Soon enough, she blasted a hole out into the open air with a single hand, finally using both to control the oversized rock ahead of her. With shaking arms, she gently laid the earth down on the ground beside her animal guide. Mako immediately began aiding her in moving the fainted benders onto the saddle and into the nearest automobile, being sure as to not injure anyone further.
Using a rope she happened to have handy — never know when a cord would be useful!— , Korra tied the front of the car to the back of Naga's saddle, pulling it tight and taut to be sure it was secure. Once she was positive, she shot a look over her shoulder to Mako, signalling for him to get ready, and then they took off, speeding down the quiet, dark roads on the way to the only place they knew where to take their fallen comrades: the bending arena. They only hoped they could find safety and aid there.