(This chapter has a lot of quotes from "And the winner is" but there are some differences. And I wanted to say I DO NOT OWN A LOT OF THIS. IT BELONGS TO WHOEVER WROTE IT. SO YEA I'M NOT TAKING CREDIT J)

(Actually most of this is just straight up from the show so you can skip this if you want I just wanted to put it in so it wouldn't feel like I skipped so much.)

We burst into city hall.

"What's going on?" yells Korra.

"Korra, you shouldn't be here," Tenzin gets up from his chair.

"I'm the Avatar and a pro-bender, I have the right to be heard," she clenches her fists.

"I know winning the championship means a lot to you. But as far as I'm concerned, we need to shut the arena down," he waves his finger around basically to say "No, no. Bad goat-dog."

"What about the rest of you?" she's getting mad. "Tarrlok, there's no way you're backing down from Amon, right?"

"Actually," Tarrlok gets up from his chair. "Tenzin and I agree for once."

Tenzin nods. "The council is unanimous. We're closing the arena."

"No!" yells Mako.

"You can't!" says Bolin almost in sync.

"I-I don't understand," Korra stutters. The anger was wiped off her face and was changed to confusion and sadness. She faces Tarrlok. "I thought you, of all people, would take a stand against Amon."

"While I am still committed to bringing that lunatic to justice, I will not put innocent lives at stake just so you and your friends can play a game."

"The point is…" I try to jump in.

"HEY!" Mako steps forward. "Pro-bending might only be a game to you, but think of what it means to the city! Right now the arena is the one place where benders and non-benders gather together... in-in peace! To watch benders..."

"Beat each other up! In peace! It's an inspiration to everyone!" Bolin jumps in.

"I appreciate your naive idealism, but you're ignoring the reality of the situation," says Tarrlok.

"THE POINT IS!" everyone turns. They're finally listening. I calm down. "The point is," i repeat. "That if you close the arena, you let Amon win."

Bolin points to me. "YES!" he shouts. "What she said!"

"I'm sorry, but our decision has been made," says Tarrlok. "This meeting is adjourned."

Tarrlok picks up the gavel and is about to finalize the decision when a cable knocks off the gavel head. Everyone but me gasps. I knew she wouldn't take this.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with the teenage miscreants," in walks my mother. Lin Beifong, chief of police.

"Hey!" yells Bolin. He pouts. "We're pro benders, not teenage miscreants!"

"Yea, of course, whatever you say," she brushed him off.

"Really?" asks Tarrlok. "You agree with them?"

"Yea," says Korra. "You agree with us?"

"I expected this kind of cut-and-run response from Tenzin," Tenzin shoots her a look and she smiles. "But the rest of you? Come on, show a little more backbone. It's time that the benders of this city displayed some strength and unity against these Equalists."

Tenzin slams his hand on the table. "We must prevent the conflict between benders and non-benders from escalating into all-out war! We are not changing our decision!"

"Now just a moment, Tenzin. Let us hear what our esteemed Chief of Police has in mind." Says Tarrlok.

Tenzin grunts and folds his arms.

My mother smiles, she's got this. "If you keep the arena open, my metalbenders and I will provide extra security during the championship match. There's no better force to deal with the chi-blockers. Our armor is impervious to their attacks."

"Are you saying that you will personally take responsibility for the safety of the spectators in the arena?" asks Tarrlok.

Tenzin shoots his head around to face Tarrlok.

"I guarantee it," she's got in her grasp. All she needs to do now is to hold on.

"It is hard to argue with Chief Beifong's track record," Tarrlok turns to the council. "If she is confident her elite officers can protect the arena, then she has my support. I am changing my vote," he raises his hand. "Who else is with me?" all of the council raises their hand except for Tenzin. "That's it then. The arena stays open. Good luck in the finals."

We cheer. High fives and thanks are passed around.

"Good luck to you, chief," Tarrlok smiles.

Tenzin walks up. "Could I have a word with you Lin?"

They walk off.

We celebrate. But something just doesn't feel right. We got what we wanted. And I fought for it. But something feels wrong. I must just be paranoid. I know my mother. She's the toughest person I know. If she can't save the arena nobody can. But that's the scary part. Maybe nobody can stop Amon.