He stood there, mouth gaping at the sudden intrusion. He was further stunned when the lady he had been dancing with suddenly broke away from their embrace and set herself into a defensive stance. Zuko still stunned took up a defensive position next to her. He was surprised she didn't run like the majority of people had. This only made him respect her more.
The burly leader came and stood right in front of them.
Zuko scowled at him in disgust.
"What do you want?" Zuko said
fiercely, hoping to strike fear into the man. The man smirked at
Zuko, seemingly unfazed by his attempt. The man suddenly lurched
forward, flames flying from his closed fists. Zuko dodged his assault
with ease. They continued on like this for a while, deflecting and
shooting forward flames. Finally one of Zuko's blows sent the man
into the wall. He hit the wall with such force, it would have been a
surprise if he returned from it conscious.
Katara continued to stare at the wall where the man had just gone through. The dust from the broken plaster flew everywhere. Creating a thick covering on everything. To immersed in the battle between Zuko and the man, she didn't even notice when one of the rebels crept up behind her before grabbing her from behind. Katara went to scream but found she was unable to due to a smelly cloth that had been forced to stay over her mouth. Katara couldn't move. She was trapped in the arms of her attackers. No matter how much she tried to kick and get away, she couldn't. She felt dizzy and immediately seized her attempts. She realized that the smelly cloth that had been placed over her mouth must have been drugged and she had breathed it in. The last things she saw, was Zuko and his guard fighting the rebels back out the doors of the room. She saw Zuko through drooping eyes turn and look at her. She saw his eyes widen immensely in shock. Her eyes began to close. Everything was fuzzy. She thought she heard Zuko call out to her. She blacked out…