Made for Each Other
Jet brandished his swords and offered a grin of pure malice. "There's no way I can make you suffer as much as all the Fire Nation's victims, but I'm going to give it my best try."
Zhao snorted. "Indeed. The arrogance of your people never ceases to amaze me. You're just a boy, living like a filthy animal in a tree, the son of two worthless peasants who added nothing to the world, fighting for a bankrupt nation held back by its own chaotic nature. And you think you can scare me?"
Jet's reply was a feral snarl and his opening attack. Despite his greater age, Zhao reacted swiftly, dodging around the hooked blades and blasting a fiery explosion at Jet's feet, knocking the boy back into a stumble. The Freedom Fighter opened his mouth for a taunt as he caught his balance. "Go ahead and keep talking, Firebender. It isn't going to stop me." He began circling the Admiral, his arms bending in front of him to position the swords defensively at ready.
Zhao smirked, and took a stance. "Come on, then. I've been feeling the need to smack around a loud-mouthed teenage brat for a while now."
Sharp flames whistled through the air, and smoking swords seared the grass.
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