Yay! Schools out! Joy! I'm free! None the less though, I'm still very busy with camps, programs, volleyball training, and uhh...other stuff... but I'm trying very hard to update! Alright, here's the second part of Strength in Weakness! But I must warn you, I'm terrible at action scenes. heh.
Strength in Weakness Part 2...
They stood in the corridor, each waiting for the other to make the first move. It was dead silence, even the air was tense in waiting. Neither of the opponents would go down easily. Katara was ready for this, she could take her. To Azula, this was just another pawn in her way to victory.
This would be incredibly difficult for Katara, who was without her element, unlike Azula, who could summon her power at her will. How she wished Zuko could be here with her now, just one look in his eyes and she would be confident enough to defeat the firebending prodigy before of her. It was coming now, the battle has to start, the waiting was killing her, go...go...go...GO!
"HYAHH!" She rushed forward, throwing a punch at the princess, but Azula predicted her movements and dodged the punch, throwing a blast of blue fire at her opponent. Katara ducked at the right moment, the blast barely burning the ends of her loose hair. Azula sent another strike at her, Katara jumped out of the way, but Azula sent a blast out from her foot, and struck the waterbender in her stomach. Katara screamed in pain, clutching her stomach tightly as she fell to the floor.
It was unbearable, the pain in her side was unlike any pain she had ever felt before, but the pain that she had let her enemy best her was worse. She had let him down, she lost, and now she was going to die because she could no longer fight this badly injured.
"Too easy, water peasant. I think even my brother would be a better opponent than you. Well, maybe avenging your death will give him more of a will to fight." She raised her hand to strike her weakened opponent. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but one thought gave her the strength to stand up, one thought gave her the will to take the dagger she had tried so hard to avoid using, and one thought gave her the courage to throw it at the shocked firebender. The thought of Zuko was all she needed to win.
The dagger had struck Azula in the chest, gasping for breath, she sank to her knees, a look of utter surprise on her face, probably from being defeated so easily, her eyes wide, she stared at Katara, but her eyes slowly glossed over and she fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
Blood stained her hands and clothing, not from Azula, but her own blood. She killed her, she killed. Did this make her a murderer? Did she make the right choice? She didn't have time to ponder these thoughts. She had to find Zuko, and help in any way she could. But she was so tired, she just wanted to lay down and...
She walked off as fast as she could down the corridor, dripping blood along the way.
The Ever Evil Shojo Butterfly!
