Hopefully, this will cleanse your brain a little bit, at least.

I tried to write this as gracefully as possible, recalling my high school days when I had a teacher who would take points off for not writing "gracefully". Using vocabulary, complex sentence structure and the like. Anyway, I hope this was graceful enough for your liking.

Previously, on Kun: The New Avatar

Hisashi and his friends were on a mission to defeat the Fire Nation. The first part of the plan involved Hisashi, along with some of the finest gliders in the group, to distract the Fire Nation defenses lined along the outside wall. With their evasive maneuvers and bombs of slime and glue, the gliders were able to thoroughly crush the outer defenses.

While the gliders took the heat from the defenses, a well timed bomb blew open the wall, allowing the other members of the group to breach the inside of the capital. There, they encountered strong resistance, but with the addition of their aviator assistants, they were able to push back the guards. That is, until they were captured by the Fire Nation and awaited the arrival of Fire Lady Izumi for their judgement.

While in the cell, Hisashi recollected his discussion with Arnaq and the head of tactical operations in the organization prior to their invasion. Hisashi mentioned how he would be unable to enter the Fire Nation capital building itself, unless he was captured as a POW. As Hisashi plays out his explanation of the strategy in his mind, he is acting upon his plan, moving through the hallways and disabling scores of guards in a random path, gathering weapons and growing in number.

Finally, he reaches the main hall, filled with ministers and officials in the Fire Nation. The acting head of the Fire Nation calls attention to the Fire Lady, Izumi, heading directly towards the palace. Faced with a difficult decision, Hisashi leaps out of the building and sacrifices himself for the good of his cause, and his comrades capture the officials in the Fire Nation and hold them hostage, defeating the Fire Nation.

BOOK 1: RESTORATION
EPISODE 5: GLOBAL ASSAULT (PART 2)

Gazing over the pearl of beauty that was the Southern Water Tribe, Qatar couldn't help but remember the last time he'd been here. A young boy, hearing of all the adventures of Katara and Sokka, the greatest warriors of their tribe. How he wished to be like them, to conquer a great city, to lead others into battle, to inspire.

And now he would get to fulfill his wish. How unfortunate that it would be against his own people, but there remained no choice. He had seen to it that his old friends and family were removed from the village, but the heavily fortressed city was still full with people. They would all taste his vengeance.

Qatar had never been one to waste words. As he turned around, he saw a dozen rows of warriors, all prepared to face the Southern Water Tribe guards. Long hours in the Forbidden City had trained them for all climates, and they were barely shivering in the subzero temperatures. Qatar himself was too used to the biting wind to pay it any mind, and he faced the men.

"This is our chance. If we fail, we have let our lord down. If we succeed, it forwards our mission. You know what to do." The wind chill had nothing to do with the inherent lack of emotion in the words. All the men nodded their head sharply, learning early that the less they acted and expressed, the more effective they would be.

Qatar had managed the impossible: From his own array of followers from the Southern Water Tribe, he had chosen the most rugged and determined of them all to fight against their own tribe and people. They led the attack, creating pathways for their fellow benders to follow. Not only were there a mix of benders, including specific metalbenders who had left the city of Zaofu, but there were extremely skilled nonbenders as well, and as they rocketed down the side of the glaciers behind the Southern Water Tribe, it was a beautiful sight to see dozens of streaks down the sparkling white surface.

A major flaw of the Southern Water Tribe defense was the lack of protection to their South. When the North occupied the South during their invasion, there was tightened security should anyone leave or enter that path. But apparently, the new leadership had not the insight nor the forethought of protecting the vital position. Thus, Qatar was able to bring his entire team almost to the city itself before a stray eye from the guards sounded the bell of an invasion.

When the group reached the bottom of the glacier, they were surprised to see nearly no opposition. Surprised, Qatar moved forward slowly, until they entered the village from the back. There was no movement, and the wind began to slow down, unbeknownst to the invaders. Qatar saw the top of the Southern Capital spire above the rolling snow, and he began to move quicker through the empty village.

As soon as they made it far enough into the village, ice tore towards them, accompanied by a blizzard of snow and a maelstrom of bodies. The earthbenders joined together to create a large wall that blocked the blows from the ice, and the metalbenders joined together the metal from their weapons and created a gigantic shield to cover them from the snow.

The wind died down, and Qatar leaped through the earthen barrier and some mist as soon as the ice stopped pounding the shield. He landed in front of their attackers and spun on his toes, encasing many of their opponents in ice before removing them from his path. It would take too long to dispose of them quickly, so massive incarcerations would have to do.

Qatar charged forward, and many of his effective benders followed. The large majority of the nonbenders remained behind to dispose of the phalanx of White Lotus guards and waterbenders that had exited houses to attack their invaders.

Qatar was enraged that his plan had failed. He had intended to make as little commotion as possible, and now the entire city was nearing their location. His frustration was dealt onto his adversaries, the poor guards who were frozen or encased in snow as Qatar charged the Southern Capital.

"It's been a while, Qatar." The man in question slid to a shaky stop on the ice directly in front of the Southern Capital. Looking around him, he began to become more and more furious. "Show yourself!" he bellowed. The slow clinking of boots from within the building left the doorway and stood directly in front of him.

The man in the boots was Tonraq, the most imposing figure that Qatar had ever seen. Not even Arnaq's cold, dead eyes and ubiquitous scowl could compare with the strong features that Tonraq's possessed. Combined with his height, massive frame and the ice blue eyes that now bore into Qatar's own, he had not felt more afraid for his life at any other point.

"The first thing we taught you in the army training camp: Always assume your plan has failed. Has it been so long that you don't remember, Qatar?"

"Don't say that name!" The words tore from Qatar's mouth before he could stop them. "You," he shakily pointed towards Tonraq. "You've caused everything to go wrong in my life. You're the reason I've become who I am. And I will not let anything get in my way to eradicating you and your imbecile friends!"

Tonraq laughed, a guttural sound of joy that caused Qatar's blood to boil. "And what makes you think that you can defeat me?" he queried. "You could barely top your class. You were disorganized, unfocused. You didn't care!"

As the words finished echoing in the valley, Tonraq sent gigantic blasts of snow towards Qatar's allies, knocking them out and keeping the fight between himself and Qatar. "I had nothing to do with your father's death," Tonraq whispered. The sound carried to Qatar, whose eyes bulged and the veins on his neck stood out.

A scream tore from Qatar's throat, ripping it raw with pain. He charged Tonraq with trails of snow and ice following him. He didn't care that there was no one to defend him, that there was absolutely no way that he could win, that he was out of his mind. He just wanted to rid himself of the man that had been tormenting him for the past 10 years.

Tonraq easily sidestepped the attacks, and sent Qatar tumbling with an added jet of snow that lifted him up and over onto his back. Groaning, Qatar stood up again and faced Tonraq. "Your father went into battle willingly. There was nothing I could do," repeated Tonraq. A sob began to form in Qatar's throat, and his arms swung at his sides.

Qatar sank to his knees, clutching his head in his hands as he sobbed freely. Tonraq, unsure of the act, was wary at first, but as Qatar's tears began to freeze into ice at his knees, Tonraq rushed forward and tried to console him.

"Qatar, I'm sorry, I tried everything I could - "

"LIAR!"

Before Tonraq could reply, he was thrown backwards by an explosion of snow below him. Sliding backwards on the freezing ice, Tonraq looked up to see a changed Qatar. He was calm, much calmer than he was prior to collapsing. With one arm, he pointed towards the prostate Tonraq.

"You weren't meant to be here. I was promised…" His hand began to shake unwillingly. "You ruined everything! My whole life, my future, my dreams…" His sentence dribbled into a moan, and Qatar looked truly insane as he alternated between screaming insults, moaning and laughing with no purpose, a cacophony of sounds that terrified Tonraq.

With his shoulders hunched forward, Qatar looked like a possessed man, ready to take his first meal. Drawing his arms back, Qatar moved forward, closer to Tonraq. "You ruined everything!" Each word was punctuated by a blast of snow and ice that smashed into Tonraq, drawing blood in some places, freezing his limbs and breaking bones.

The young waterbender moved right up to Tonraq, not letting up any of his shots. He moved too close, however, and the chief was able to move his legs up and kneed Qatar in the jaw. His foot collided with Qatar's groin, and he brought his heel down onto Qatar's sternum.

Qatar stumbled back, blood swinging from his lips. Tonraq got up unsteadily, trying to regain his balance. He looked up to see Qatar still standing, despite the immense pain and abdominal cramping. He swayed on his feet, and so did Tonraq, creating an rhythmic perspective of their pain.

Again Qatar raised his arm to point at Tonraq. "If it weren't for you, my father would still be here," he mumbled. His recurring nightmares of his dead father were brought to the surface, triggered by Tonraq's image. Tonraq tried to speak, but his voice was gone, his throat seizing up in cold.

"I knew I couldn't beat you." Qatar shook his head. "There was no way. The only way I can fulfill my goal is if I…" Qatar threw back his head and laughed heartily. He had just thought of an idea.

"There's only one way that I can succeed. It will cost me my life, yours and all of my friends' lives, but it will be worth it."

Qatar began to mould the capital building, breaking it apart and turning it into a whirlwind of sheer cold. The ice and snow that made it up was torn apart, and Qatar moved it around, destroying houses and other buildings in an ever - growing circle, towards Tonraq and his frozen friends.

The tornado grew to 30 meters in diameter, extending past Tonraq and through two rows of houses. Qatar brought back the tornado into a giant ball a meter in diameter, condensing the energy until he could hold it no more. With shock wave equivalent to explosives, a ripple extended from Qatar as the ball of ice exploded. Qatar was knocked back into the snow, and so was Tonraq.

Tonraq lay in the snow, enveloped almost completely by snow. To his right, all of the assistants in the invasion were frozen over, and further along, Qatar lay completely unmoving, his body having frozen into a solid block of ice. Whatever the case, Qatar had succeeded, throwing the rule of the Southern Water Tribe away from the hands of Tonraq and into limbo, waiting for someone to take up the mantle.

THE END

This chapter I'm pretty proud of, and you will be seeing more of this in two weeks' time. That's when everything comes together and we can actually move forward with the major plotline.

This chapter also doesn't have any perspective shifts. It all happens in half an hour, so I like this type of writing. If I ever have a continuous chapter (which I probably never will, ever) then I'll try to write it like this.

Anyway, we have a Fire of the Red Lotus chapter next time we meet again, which picks up on the failed chapter of the last time. Whew. Let's not go there.

See you then.