Sokka made his way to the next base. He saw that they had two men guarding the flag, and another not far off. All of a sudden, there were meneverywhere. Another team had ambushed. Sokka seized his chance and darted for the flag, everyone was so busy scuffling that he was able to snatch it. Then he noticed a returning warrior with an enemy flag (thankfully not his team's).
Calmly, Sokka walked up until he was shoulder to shoulder with his tribes-fellow and whistled low, "Well, that escalated quickly."
As he turned to look at Sokka, Sokka shoved a fist full of snow in his face and stole his flag. With the man hot on his heals, Sokka made it back to home base with both flags raised high above his head.
Needless to say Sokka was carried back to the village on the shoulders of his comrades. All four fur-flags waving proudly in Sokka's flailing fists.
Posted 9/28/13
Reposted 11/20/13