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Senna's POV
Iroh had wanted to make preparations for Bumi's arrival and to make sure there was no intervening in their arrival. My daughter had ran off after hearing Amon's broadcast, and for a moment I thought she would run away, but she surprised me when she came back, a plan in mind.
We were all split up into different teams. The General and Bolin would have to infiltrate the revolutionist's forces and sabotage the air force and the submarines. Tenzin and Katara would be going to the war prisons, freeing the captives while trying to keep peace among the citizens. Asami volunteered to go with Mako and Korra. My daughter was determined to fight that monster.
"What about us?" Tonraq asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "We want to help too."
"Mom, Dad," Korra began. "I-I don't-"
"At least let us go with you," I insisted. "We could help."
She sighed and reluctantly nodded her head. My husband and I shared a smile and went to ready ourselves along with everyone else. The whole village was also going to go with the General, causing a lot of commotion.
Once everyone was ready we all split up and went our separate ways. We continued through a long tunnel, following a map that Mako had so that we would end up where Amon wanted to meet without receiving the ambush we were sure he had planned.
After what seemed like an eternity we stopped and the Firebender opened the sewer door and hauled himself up before giving us the clear, helping my daughter up, then Asami followed by myself and my husband. Once there, we searched the warehouse, room by room, searching for the madman but not finding him. As we crossed a bridge, we noticed boiling water underneath and watched as the people below worked, chained to each other.
My jaw clenched.
It wasn't hard to guess that those people had once been Benders, and were now treated as slaves. My daughter shared a look with the Firebender before looking over at us.
"We need to help them," Korra said.
I nodded and started to make our way back when she stopped dead in her tracks before slowly backing away. I frowned at this and looked as a man, who appeared to be in his forties, yelled at the workers, whipping and cursing at him.
"That's Tarrlok," she said, fear and anger intermingling in her voice.
I heard Tonraq growl and my hands turned into fists. He was the other monster, the other beast that had taken advantage of my little girl. That thing had been responsible for the kidnapping of my daughter while under the care of the Sato heiress and her boyfriend.
"You go and find Amon," I began. "We'll get these people out."
"Mom-"
"We can hold our own," Tonraq added. "Go."
My daughter held our gaze and hugged us both tightly. We returned the embrace and sent her off with Asami and Mako. I looked up at my husband and he gave me a sharp nod. We went over to where a few guards were and knocked them out cold, taking the keys they had and began to free the workers, looking out for the monster, only to find him sitting down, reading a magazine.
When we were done, we instructed them to leave the building and help whoever they could, telling them where some weapons were. Tonraq and I focused our attention on the water and took a deep breath before willing the hot water to freeze, making the room cold.
That thing, Tarrlok, looked around, wondering what was happening, putting the magazine down.
"What the hell?" he began before stopping, noticing there were no workers there.
My husband and I were not violent people, Spirits knew that, but having known what that thing did to our little girl…it snapped something inside me. We stepped into his sight, and I could see a flicker of fear cross his face and with good reason.
"Who are you?" he asked.
We didn't answer, just kept walking forward, melting the water in the tanks as we did.
"What do you want from me?" Tarrlok continued to ask, walking backwards. "Get away from me!"
We gathered the water in the tanks and launched it toward the monster. The water began to encircle the thing, encompassing him, trapping him.
We watched as he writhed inside the sphere, trying to get out, to breathe, but we held firm and didn't allow him. Soon his body began to jerk less and less until it finally ceased. Only then did we let the water fall, his lifeless body along with it.
When the deed was done, I had to look away. 'Spirits, forgive us.'