A Master of Puppets Mastering His Fate Chapter 34, a legend of korra fanfic

Note: Sorry for skipping last week, as it was just too shitty for me to finish this chapter. Also, this week, the cold is setting in and the internet is beginning to be fucked-up, so I don't know if I'll be able to publish the next chapter next week or not. But we'll see. This chapter contains coarse language and nightmarish stuff. I don't own the songs Blacklist by Exodus, Piece By Piece by Slayer and Into The Pit by Testament. I don't own the Legend of Korra.

Chapter XXXIV - Pit of War

Intro

"Earth, Fire, Air, Water.

Only the Avatar can master all four elements and bring balance to the world" - Tenzin

"Audacity, the firmness of one's purpose, faith in oneself and creativity.

These, are four factors of the mind, which will decide one's fate: To be a Guardian, or to be guarded" - Esillith

...

Republic City, a distance away from the Pro-Bending Arena.

Azara's p.o.v.

I rapidly dodged back and forth, left and right, to avoid getting hit by the toxic blood bursts from the three Corpses Behemoths, Sojana cackling with glee all the time, making me hate her more and more than ever. So far, I had managed to break three of the six seals on the right one's mask, two on the left one's and one of the seven seals on Sojana's mount's; and the price was me taking a lightning sphere head-on and me being slashed by my second archenemy's barrage of crescent moon-shaped lightning. To be honest, I was surprised because I merely had a hunch about those weaknesses, and I never thought it would even work: I didn't sense strong magic on the weak points, at all. I had several guesses about how it came to be, but it didn't matter, really. The important thing was to defeat Sonjana, or at least dispatch her pets, as soon as possible; all the while, to eliminate or avoid the Warslaves as well.

"What happened to you, dear Azara?". Sojana laughed. "Suddenly you just can't get close enough to even one of my babies and take it out! You're losing your touch, sweetheart".

"Well, if you think I've lost my touch, how about you get off that thing, tell your "babies' to back off and take on me one on one?", I countered.

She chuckled. "Don't think so, love. I'm comfy where I am now. Besides, I love watching you exert yourself; it makes me wet".

"Oh yeah? Hope you squirt blood after... THIS!".

Irritated, I grasped three warrior crusaders and threw them at my foe, one by one; next, without hesitating, I grabbed an explosive cultist about one meter away, quickly hurling it forwards. Arrogantly, Sojana commanded two of her pets to decimate her two flying minions with brown, corrosive bile, just like they'd done to the numbers of Satomobiles and slabs of concrete I used to fight them. However, with me being a bit creative this time, having put an explosive enemy in the midst, it was Sojana's turn to be surprised, her panickedly utilizing her ability to disintegrate matters to wipe the about-to-go-boom cultist away from existence, before it got too close. Fooled by my new tactic, my enemy irately snarled:

"Oh, so this is how you wanna play, huh? Children, tear her apart!".

Yes, let's play 'brawling'. All the blood spurting is so childish.

I waited 'til all three of the Behemoths approached me, then, I jumped out of the way to the left, using feet to push against a building's wall and to launch me forwards to a Flamethrower as it began to discharge fire. After that, I flung it at the Behemoth on the left's left side of its mask, taking out two of its seals, causing it to roar aloud in pain. Immediately, Sojana formed, and guided a bunch of hand-sized lightning spheres towards me, following me pretty sharply as I ran to steer clear of the sizzling line of destructive orbs. Once my archnemesis ran out of 'bullets' for the time being, I fleetly picked up a taken-down, corroded lamp post, careful not to touch the damaged parts created by the blood and bile from the monsters, rushing at the monstrosity on the right, dodging Sojana's next volley of lightning spheres and another burst of blood, performing a spinning upperblow and a death thrust aiming for my next target's mask's chin and right side, completely removing two more of the seals, backflipping backwards in time to escape a swipe from Sojana's mount's huge, right paw.

Following that, I was headed forwards to the abomination on the left, and leaped on it, while the thing started spewing blood at me, me having seized a dislocated, short piece of grooved tram rail lying on the ground, stabbing it in the beast's 'head', using all my strength to turn it to Sojana's colossus. No sooner the blood contacted 'my mount's' 'friend' or 'sibling' or whatever, four of the seven seals were impaired greatly, making it lunge around in utter agony, my nemesis almost getting thrown off the thing. Only two remain.

"Blast it!", grumbled my second archenemy, turning to address me, "I see now that it's a waste of time playing with you. I should have stopped this foolishness and ended your pathetic swarm of defending human leftovers mercilessly!". After that, she fabricated a big lightning sphere, throwing it at me, prompting me to jumped off the Behemoth before I was fried. "My children, forward!", Sojana, then, directed her pets.

Upon realizing what Sojana was going to do, I performed a mega-spring towards where the Special Force were, furiously fending off wave after wave of monstrosities, and warned them:

"Sojana's on the move and she wants to kill you!". Following that, I ordered the earthbenders, firebenders, Yunpei, waterbenders and metalbenders:"Earthbenders, raise more mounds and use the ones far behind to fortify them. Keep them steady! Firebenders, when I say the word, bend fireblasts over the mounds to distract the huge beasts! Then, your objective is to stay with Lieutenant Yunpei. After that, Yunpei, you break smaller earth masses from the mounds and push the Warslaves away. Don't worry about directions, just push everywhere! Also, when I say it, you need to bend big rock at those massive abominations' mouths in order to stop them from spurting toxic blood, for a while. Next, you and the earthbenders need to surround those monstrosities with earthen fence, and keep them busy 'til my reinforcement arrives. When they break their earthgags, aim for the glowing seals to hit; but don't try to take on the last seal from the one in the middle. That thing's above your capability. Waterbenders and metalbenders, once the coast is clear, you must do your damnedest to keep the enemy infantry at bay! Do you understand?".

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!".

"Alright, soldiers, brace for impact!".

Next, we all heard Sojana bellow:"Outta my way, you useless fuckin' trash, they're mine!".

And then...

The monsters slammed against the defensive mounds with a thunderous, deafening crashing sound, causing the earthbenders to exclaim, both in fright and with surprise, many straining to simply keep our defenses from being fractured to segments by the horrors' sheer, insane strength. Immediately, I joined in with the earthbenders, pushing my hands against the mounds, feeling the impact of the next monstrous blows from the Behemoths, grunting aloud with mighty effort. By the Light, this is like playing 'the Formidable Fortress' with a freakin' pissed-off Zefordaxxin! ( pronounced 'Zfôdaxxin'. A very very big half-insect, half-Ankylosaurus-like, as mean and as strong as three T-rexes )

"Whatever you do, do NOT... Argh-ahhh... let those things- breach the mounds!", I reminded the earthbenders.

About two minutes later, I heard Sojana shout:"My children, melt these tedious earthwalls with your bile, right now!".

After that, the big creatures made several retching sounds, them getting harsher and harsher by the seconds; and when the sound indicating that they were going to puke was heard, I quickly ordered the firebenders:

"Firebenders, fire!".

At once, the firebenders bent fireblasts over the mounds, many surely landing upon the abominations, prompting Sojana to screech with surprise, her probably jumping back to avoid the flaming bursts, and her pets to shriek out loud in pain. Next, I gave the earthbenders a new order:

"Earthbenders. Push!".

The earthbenders made the mounds move forwards, causing the massive brutes to yelp in a panic. Following that, I told the firebenders to keep bending in order to distract the colossi further, then I advised the earthbenders to hold on, as the defenses were struck by... multiple medium-sized lightning spheres! And they were followed by some thrown over the mounds, resulting in me telling the firebenders NOT to redirect the lightning spheres, but to dodge them like everyone else. When the volley of lightning orbs stopped, I once again ordered the firebenders to fire.

"Earthbenders. Again. Push!", I yelled. Then, upon hearing the Warslaves' warcries, I turned to Yunpei. "Lieutenant Yunpei, it's your turn!".

Silently nodding, Yunpei earthbent the outer earth masses straight ahead. I didn't know what was happening beyond the defensive mounds, but I was sure that it was as chaotic as any Imperium-forces-engaging-Chaos-forces battle in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Once the earthen layers were thin enough to peer through, I ordered Yunpei and all earthbenders to hurl the remaining earth masses at the Corpses Behemoths so as to block their mouths and to construct a really tight earth fence around them to let the waterbenders and metalbenders get pass them unharmed. Shortly later, I turned my attention to the waterbenders and metalbenders.

"Waterbenders! Metalbenders! Get ready to do your part!", I reminded them of their incoming task.

The moment Yunpei and the earthbenders did their job for the time being, I pointed forwards and roared:

"CHARGE!".

And then, like a small, but fierce flood, the waterbending and metalbending Special Force soldiers, led by me, stormed forwards, determined to destroy our foes utterly, the song Into The Pit by Testament playing in my mind. Time for me to prove that the people in the World of Benders also know how to conduct a proper Wall of Death!

Deep in the pit and lying alone,
where death has reared itself a throne!
We're all the good, the bad, the worst and the best,
and where they land is their eternal rest!

Foul plays of passion at twilight's dim!
In joy of woe, of good and sin!
Winds of storm and fates overcast!
Darkly, my present is now your past!

Join the insanity or die as you fall!
In-to - the - pit!
The mass production and the killing of all!
In-to - the - pit!
The future screaming for help are fading away!
In-to - the - pit!
The world tomorrow - will it die for today?
Into the pit!

So, in the sad, silent watches of night,
the lonely pathway envisions my sight!
Echoes of laughter and boundless cries!
So here I wander under infinite skies!

...

Republic City, over Yue Bay, onboard the Airship Atmosfear.

Mako's p.o.v.

As I was trying to get rid of the 'sword' glued to my hands, occasionally glancing nervously around me to watch out for some of Manoward's abominable subordinates, who stared at me all the time, their ugly and evil eyes emitting only hate and hunger, General Iroh and our foe continued their own showdown, dancing and sword-clashing against one another with precise lethality. I have heard tales about General Iroh fighting and defeating villains with his almost-perfect swordsmanship and firebending and superb mentality; and even though those tales were not as legendary as Lord Zuko's journey with Avatar Aang, or as Fire Lord Izumi's brilliant military campaign against 'the Second Great Order of The Fire Nation's Restoration' alongside her father when she was only a 20-year-old Crown Princess, now, while I witnessed how Iroh the Second showed off his swordfighting skills and fought for his own lifeforce at the same time, I realized that he was just as impressive as his mother and grandfather!

I just wished his sister, Rokasa-Mai ( after Avatar Roku, Lord Zuko's mother Ursa and Zuko's wife Lady Mai ) - the Warden of the Boiling Rock Prison, was proud of him too. Not that she hated him or anything ( so I was told ), she just resented the fact that not only Iroh the Second was named after the original Iroh, but also his name was simple, yet magnificent, while hers was strange, too strange a name for a Fire Nation royalty, even when it consisted of three of the most significant figures' names in Lord Zuko's life ( also so I was told ).

Anyhow, as I kept on struggling, 'my' sword drained my vital force more and more aggressively. I had tried to do the trick, tried very hard, but it was like battling with a vehemently rabid and bloodthirsty wolfbat, it fangs sinking deep in my flesh to suck my red liquid dry. Second after second, little by little, I became weaker and weaker, and was desperate, very desperate. But I was still aware enough to see that Manoward's monsters were getting more and more restless and excited, perhaps having been waiting for me to die completely, then descending upon me like a pack of lion vultures, savagely feasting and devouring the unlucky human prey. No, I'm not letting it happen! I will not die like this! Come on, Mako, think. Think!

Meanwhile, way ahead of me, Manoward and General Iroh were still dueling intensely, not giving in to the other- No, WILL NOT give in to the other! Iroh was in the same problem like me, only that he had to fight for his life, both externally and internally; his foe, on the other hand, was driven by the sadistic and uncontrollable desire to 'toy with food'. Yet it was a losing effort for Iroh, as he must deal with too many fatal troubles at hand, endeavoring exceedingly to avoid one death-dealing strike after another, with each recent one getting closer to finish the respectable general off than the last. Suddenly, Iroh was on his left knee and right foot, vulnerably exposed to the maniacal Manoward.

"General Iroh, no!", I shouted aloud.

I didn't know what followed after that, it just happened too fast, but there was a flash of light and heat, and I heard our foe shriek in surprise. And then, there was a scream of pain. Whatever occurred, it weakened me further, causing me to drop on my knees and making the abominations very, very enlivened. Come on, Mako, do something! You don't wanna die, do you? Come on- Alright, alright. What did Mom use to say, Mako? "When you're a firebender, don't become wild fire, destructive and out of control; instead, become a phoenix made of flames and of life, calm and clever... and undying, metaphorically, of course". "A phoenix made of flames and of life". "Undying, metaphorically". Yes, that's it! Just like pro-bending, the key is to control the amount of juice for the whole match! That means... the only way for this 'sword' to let me go is to feed it flames, as fire is also life! And so I'll feed it enough to satisfy it for a time!

With the newly formed plan, I started bending myself a pair of flaming fists, feeling the 'saber' greedily siphon the blaze as if still 'famished'. Shortly after that, I sensed my strength coming back to me; it was like the weapon preferred my firebending more than my lifeforce! And at that same moment, Manoward's monstrosities came at me. However, having regained resilience, I quickly stood up, managing to firebend with my kicks, then hacking and slashing at the horrors with the lightning blade, fighting my way to where General Iroh was... lying on the floor. Once I got near him, I used the saber to cut down 'his' sword, stopping it right from taking his vitality further. Following that, the 'sword' 'let go' of me, me kneeling down and asked him, concerned:

"General Iroh, are you alright?".

But he appeared to be unconscious, or dead. No, it can't be! He can't be dead! Immediately, I checked on his breathing and heart rate, and I was glad. For he was still alive! Thank the Spirits. That was when I heard a booming roar of agony and rage from outside. Agrigula. Spirits, I hope Korra and Furroh are okay. Three seconds later, I stood up and faced Manoward, who was standing closely behind the main controls of the airship, realizing that his right arm was severed; nonetheless, he was not worried, at all. Then, I knew why: His wound had stopped bleeding. I didn't know how, and still don't. Regardless, I perceived the fact that this guy had more tricks up his sleeve than he'd let on. Also, he's still dangerous even without his right arm. Fleetly, I took on a fighting stance upon hearing another roar, ready for his attack at any time he chose. Nevertheless, he didn't do anything, just staying still, smirking mockingly.

"Come on. I'm ready for you, you bastard", I growled.

"Oh no, you're not, little boy". My enemy chuckled. "Notwithstanding, I have some... technical difficulty to attend to. You can deal with the rest of my subordinates if you want". Following this, he snapped his fingers, then he turned to the main controls and fiddled with them. "And just as well, I'm activating Protocol Have-A-Nice-Day, meaning: This airship, and the others are gonna self-destruct in five minutes. Hope you enjoy my last gift for ya. Have a nice day!".

Once Manoward finished his sentence, I discerned growling and groaning sounds some distances behind me; then, a song blasting from the airship's speakers. At once, I made a 180 degree turn only to find out that there were all of a sudden more of those nightmarish creatures, sprouting from... the growths! Oh wonderful. Just wonderful. Rapidly, I turned back to Manoward in case he decided to backstab me. Turned out, he vanished! You gotta be joking. But at least I have just one side to worry about. Gradually, I returned my attention to the monsters, once again taking on a fighting stance, awaiting the vile opponents to strike.

It is no mystery.
What you get is what you see.
You be-trayed my loyalty.
You've gone and done me wrong.
Now I do you harm.
My revenge - is guaranteed.
You stabbed me in the back,
spit right in my eye,
dragging me into the fray.

Take you out, write you off.
There're never enough
ways to throw you away!

You'd better start runnin'
'cause you know that I'm comin'.
Cocked and loaded and I have never missed!
I'm onto your game
and I'm layin' the blame
and I'm addin' your name to my blacklist!
You should've thought twice
'cause your playin' with your life.
You must have some sort of death wish!
I haven't any doubt
that your time has run out,
'cause I've added your name
to my blacklist.

You tried to beat me.
Thought - you could defeat me.
But how were you ever wrong.
I rise to the occasion,
character assassination,
to put you down where you belong.
You've got a lot to say
when I'm so far away.
Now you've got a problem with me.

Take you out, write you off
when I've had enough
of your verbal debris!

For all the shit you talk,
you've never walked the walk.
All you do - is run and hide.
Slander me, slag me,
you'd better body bag me.
I'm not a man you should deride.
I've heard everything,
all your mudslinging.
You'd better run as fast as you can.

Take you out, write you off.
Are you brave enough
to stand up and fight like a man?

I've added your name
to my blacklist.
I've added your name
to my blacklist.
I've added your name
to my blacklist...!

I've added your name...!
To my blacklist!
I've added your name...!
To my blacklist!
I've added your name...!
To my blacklist!
I've added your name!
To my blacklist!

...

Republic City, outside the Pro-Bending Arena.

Furroh's p.o.v.

After managing, barely, to clear the sixth wave Agrigula 'threw' at us, and to not get knocked down as frequently as possible. So far, I and Korra had brought about the death of three more people, struggling immensely to keep both of us steady on our feet. The more we participated deeper into this cruel game, the more my hate for the Avatar returned with a vengeance! By the Spirits, why did she have to accept Agrigula's loathsome proposition for his own amusement? Why must she torture us both with her stupid decision? She's gotten one killed, but I, I've gotten four butchered! After this, after all this, if I was not responsible for those deaths, Chief Beifong, Councilman Tenzin or whoever else in charge would just jail me for, like, fifteen or twenty years for conspiracy to commit treason, terrorism and illegal chi-blocking. Now with four deaths on my hands, I may face not only twenty years, but also twenty-five, or thirty! Maybe even thirty-five! I don't care about being locked-up, but I care about being separated from Simel. She's only sixteen, so her sentence can only be staying in a secured juvenile facility, for, maybe, ten years. However, if I served a thirty-five-year sentence, even if pardoned and released early for good behavior, I'd be living without her, and I can't stand that!

I... I love her-

"Look out!". I heard someone yelled.

Then, I was swept off my feet by the young Avatar, helping me avoid a blast from one of the monsters. Next, I jumped off her powerful and pretty muscular arms, getting another of my bolas out again and throwing it at the culprit, easily eliminating him. Without hesitating, Korra bent two gushes of air at the last two members of the current wave and effectively decimated them. Following that, she turned to me.

"Furroh, you're my good friend now. But for Spirits' sake, you should have stayed true to your words! You were about to get thwacked again!", she scowled me.

"Yeah, all thanked to you, Avatar", I replied coldly.

"And what exactly does that mean?". Her tone hardened.

I sneered. "You know what I meant".

"You're saying it was all my fault?". She sounded slightly taken aback, scoffing. "I can't believe this. You know I can't just-".

There was a loud chuckle. It was Agrigula's. "I looooove teenage dramas. You sound like a perfect couple!".

"You shut up, you damn abomination!", Korra confronted Agrigula, "I and Furroh are not a couple. And just so you know, I will have your head for what you've done to Saudorn!".

Agrigula laughed now. "I'm afraid you're not that good, Mother. Or should I say... Mother-To-Be? But I know what you're really good at: Pleasing a man like you did to Daddy Saudorn. After all, you just can't help it, you really are talented".

Spirits, this despicable thing is even more vile than I thought.

With a shout of rage, Korra rushed at the huge monstrosity, her hands aflame with firebending. No, what are you doing? Fleetly, I went after her to stop her. Once she was within my reach, I grabbed her left shoulder with my right hand.

"Korra, don't forget we're still in his game!", I reminded her of what was still going on.

"Fuck his game, I don't care!", the Avatar responded with vehemence, using her boyfriend's language now, and heatedly shrugged off my grip, "I don't know how he knows, but I'll teach him to NOT stain my most intimate and best memory of Saudorn!".

Ignoring her reason, I grabbed her again, spinning her around for her to face me. "Don't be stupid, Korra. He was baiting you, just like what he did before to get you discharged to the ground, and then I have to rescue you all over again, resulting in me letting more of the innocent die! Just because I'm no longer an Equalist, doesn't mean I'll love having my hands bloodier with other gory demises! Do you hear me? I. Won't!".

Suddenly, the Avatar pushed at my shoulders. "Oh yeah? Keep blaming me, why don't you? Keep pointing finger at me, because that's all you're skilled for. You blame me for putting deaths on your hands, and then you ignore the fact that all the moral pressure was on me the whole time! Don't you think I was aware of those deaths? Don't you think blood was on my hands too? You selfish little bastard, you just love yourself more than taking equal responsibility like a man, huh?".

Oh, you just crossed the damn line with that last part, Avatar!

"You dare talk about love that way shortly after Saudorn dies?", I shouted out loud, enraged, "you have no right to be upset when you forgot I have a SISTER!".

Next, I attempted to punch the young Avatar in the face, not caring if I was actually trying to hit a girl like an uneducated brute. I was too far gone. And being the brash demi-god she was, Korra caught my right fist right when it was inches from her face. Following that, she headbutted me in the forehead, causing me to be quite foggy, stepping a couple of steps back; and then, I received a kick to the stomach, which launched me a fair distance away, me hitting the ground on my back, air brutally knocked out of my lungs. When I focused again, I saw the Avatar in midair, probably having jumped forwards to where I was lying, preparing to deliver another blow. Speedily, I rolled out of the way just in time to avoid her super curbstomp, getting up and resolving to... chi-block her.

However, she already had past experience encountering with chi-blockers before, so it was like she'd anticipated my strikes, dodging them like she was an Equalist herself! After that, she retaliated, executing jabs and kicks with incredible speed! And she didn't even forget to put in some weird martial art moves and airbending as well. It was like she'd become a new person entirely! Subsequently, we locked hands in an intense push-of-war; it was as if we were two bloodlusted human boar-q-pines fighting to the death.

"Quite surprising, isn't it?". The Avatar's voice was so damnably taunting. "I learned all those moves from Saudorn's wrestling skills. Of course, we were just friends back then; but I'll be damned if I was not glad he stepped inside my life. I love him and I KNOW what I was talking about. Unlike you". She began to bend my hands backwards painfully, forcing me to kneel down in order to ease the throbbing sensation.

Ah, Spirits, it hurts! Back when I was an Equalist and when I still hated her, I found her attractive the first time I saw her. Her muscles was incredible. And now, if she was just joking about hurting me like this, I'd be aroused to no end. But, damn it, the pain is freakin' real!

That was when I heard Agrigula speak. "Interesting! There's nothing better than looking at two puny humans going at each other's throat, simply because their ego is just too big for them to work it out with one another. You subspecies amuse and disgust me".

And then, as though waking up from a dream, Korra stared at me with confusion. After that, she promptly released my hands and stepped back upon realizing what she'd done. Freed from her steel-like grip, I fervently rubbed my hands and wrists to make the pain go away. I stood up and glared at her. Even though I heard what Agrigula'd said, I was still angry at Korra for telling me that I only loved myself. Shortly after that, while I was still glowering at the Avatar, abruptly, Agrigula roared out loud in agony. Surprised, I and Korra turned to look at our enemy, seeing it clutch its chest with its left hand. What in damnation is happening? Shortly later, the huge beast let out another roar and started attacking us with both of its hands! What is really going on here?

While I and the young Avatar tried to dodged the wild and violent landing blows, I had a glimpse of the people behind us. Somehow, someway, they were no longer controlled by bloodbending! After dodge rolling away from one of Agrigula's left hand's tendrils, I cried out to the former Equalists and Equalist supporters:

"Everyone, get out of here! Save yourselves! Run!".

Upon hearing that, they hurriedly got up and fled. Two seconds later, I turned around in time to see another tendril crashing down; swiftly, I jumped out of the way, getting close to Korra, who'd dodged, and now was airbending at Agrigula.

"What are we gonna do now, Korra? He's gone berserk!".

"I don't know, Furroh". Saudorn's girlfriend looked at me grimly. "I don't know".

...

Inside Uughigula.

Saudorn's p.o.v.

After finishing with all the roaring and howling, Agrigula's second heart moved forwards, with the tendrils withdrawing; and once again, Amon emerged from the inside of that thing. This is truly like Limbo to him: Forever trapped in an alien world and be a sickening part of it. Maybe the only way to free him is to totally kill my nemesis. Next, all of a sudden, I heard moans and groans all around, seeing strange, humanoid shapes approach me as I looked about, slightly spooked. Under the weird, eerie and phosphoric light, the shapes looked like they were made out of mud, some being human-like without distinct features, some having eldritch-quality appearances, such as: Arms separated into tendrils down from the elbows, tendril head, curving spikes covering whole body, figure looking as if a bunch of entrails were magically attached together, headless forms with human and monstrous heads swirling around them, etc...

Seems like Agrigula has finally summoned his mean of defense mechanism. Great.

"Destroying my first heart was some extraordinary feat, BUT don't think you can do the same with this one", my first archenemy's voice boomed, followed by the sound of Slayer's Piece By Piece riffs, "prepare to be ripped, or blown apart...

Modulistic terror!
A vast sadistic feast!
The only way to exit
is going piece by piece!".

Then, the monstrosities charged at me, shrieking and screeching horrid-sounding warcries, some shooting mud-like blasts at me, some spitting disgusting bile forwards, some trying to grasp me with the tendrils, some sending floating heads towards me to take some bites, some jumping at me with the intention to claw and lacerate, and so on and so forth, causing me to dodge and dodge roll around continuously, me retaliating by creating two flying microorganism sword-spears, hacking and slashing everywhere, cutting limbs off, severing heads, dividing enemies in two. However, it was not enough, as more of them showed up from the dark parts of the 'chamber'. Time to step up my game.

Not hesitating, I made the microorganisms produce fire and formed big blocks of hardened microbes; and then, I proceeded to blast fire in all directions and to hurl the blocks towards my abominable opponents, singing ( the verb 'singe' not 'sing' ) them and crushing them pitilessly, them uttering loudly, bellowing and shrilling in pain. It was pandemonium. After that, planning quickly, I formed more 'germs' to manipulate air particles, sort of like airbending, picking up some of the horrors and throwing them at the second heart, also my sword-spears as well, all the while taking care of the remnant of the defense mechanism. Snickering amusedly, Agrigula made the second Amon-Heart... blow my 'projectiles' away!

"Ha ha ha ha ha. You think you're the only one 'airbending' here? Furthermore, I doubt you know how to blow cold air!

You have no choice of life or death!
My face, you will not see!
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath!
Dismembered destiny!".

Shortly after that, Amon began to blow cold air towards me, prompting me to jump away to avoid the shots, barely. In the process of that, without thinking, I molded more blocks, sharpening some sides a bit, to toss at the heart, making them take a zigzag course so as for Arigula to miss; and the result was: Every single chunk, save for one, was turned to ice and broke upon impact, after meeting the cold air blasts! ( The bastard was almost one of a kind when it came to marksmanship, almost, but I'll give him that nonetheless ). About two seconds later, the missed block reached its destination and hit a part of the second heart, piercing it mildly with the sharpened sides, making Agrigula grunt with annoyance. Feeling a little arrogant, I mocked him:

"It seems to me you got hit, regardless of your 'airbending', son".

"You call that a 'hit'? You're insulting me, Father. After taking out my first poor heart, I thought you'd do better. Well, no matter, time will tell. Now, if cold didn't solve the problem, maybe heat can!

As soon as life has left your corpse,
I'll make you part of me!
No e-mo-tion,
death is all I see!".

Having used our short, bantering time to spread microorganisms all over the 'chamber' to 'monitor' Agrigula's next moves more effectively, I immediately detected heat from Amon's eyes; following that, he discharged, like Superman utilizing heat vision, me dodge rolling briskly, all the while, the horrendous shapes returned. You aim to keep me busy with your heat vision and let your 'kids' finish me off, huh? I'm not that stupid. Swiftly, I 'firebent' again, this time adding darts in the shape of side-notched, broadhead arrowheads to puncture through the horde, causing massive damages and executing the stubborn ones. Not wasting time, I elicited the microbes to manufacture acidic, corrosive liquid, aiming at the heart and letting loose torrent after torrent of the erosive fluid, still dodging my archnemesis's heat vision.

"How about that, huh, my son? Are you enjoying my especially brewed root beer?", I taunted Agrigula, seeing Amon-Heart II thrash in agony once the juice hit it time and time again, "kinda like waterbending, eh? Just in time for the chorus!

Modulistic terror!
A vast sadistic feast!
The only way to exit
is going piece by piece!".

As soon as I stopped 'waterbending' to preserve my clone's strength for the next part - the smaller heart inside the bigger heart - I saw the black, puny ticker through the damaged portions of the huge organ, all beating calmly, though a bit faster than the first one, unaware of the danger outside ( namely ME ). There you are, sucker. Say hello to your friend in the other side. Immediately, I fabricated a mega-plumbata ( a much bigger version of lead-weighted darts carried by infantrymen during the Middle Ages ), and was about to guide it towards the tiny heart, but was interrupted by another stream of heat vision, 'persuading' me to leap away.

"Enough with your clowning around, you little human pest! I'll kill you myself!", Agrigula grumbled.

A moment later, gigantic blade-head and scythe-head appendages and sinew-like feelers sprouted from the 'walls', 'ceiling' and 'floor'! Ah crap, not with the tendril bullshit again! Like mad, I dodged, jumped and kind of flew everywhere, eluding the monstrous things' strikes, utilizing the microorganisms to gash and lance at them, chopping a few of them off. Nevertheless, as I sliced one, three replaced it, making it very difficult for me to focus on the second heart. You can't be fuckin' serious! How am I gonna wipe out that damn second core with all these eldritch shit coming after me?

Then I heard Agrigula shriek:"Damn it, human! Stay still, so I can kill you!".

"No, you stay still, so I can take a shot, motherfucker!", I countered.

"Like hell I will! But if this is the game you play, then fine! There're many of me and only one of you, like that saying from Ermac. Eventually, I'll catch ya!".

That gave me an idea. I have no time and energy to create another me, but I sure am still capable of forming another... Korra! Excitedly, I dispatched a decent amount of 'germs' forwards to a spot close to the second heart; after that, I influenced them to shape the young Avatar as I remembered: Long, black hair ( I know she rarely let her hair down, and Mike DiMartino also said that whenever the character had her hair down, "you know something bad has happened", but I really like her with long hair as we'd slept with each other before. And, hey, we all were in the middle of a war, so it counts as "something bad", right? ); dark, fair skin, pretty muscular, dressed in Water Tribe getup ( her usual clothes, with a pair of stretchy, long-sleeve fingerless glove ). Once the process finished, I 'programmed' 'Korra' to start attacking Amon-Heart II with fake bending ( my microbe manipulation, to be exact ), surprising the hell outta Agrigula.

"Huh? What trickery is this?". He gasped.

"You mean you don't know?", I said after dicing a feeler in half, giggling wickedly, "my imagination is the greatest!".

"No, you fuckin' don't!". Agrigula's voice was filled with exasperation, and fear, now.

At once, all the appendages and feelers came after 'Korra' instead of me. Not wasting this opportunity, I was back to blasting erosive fluid at the second core; and at the same time, I dispatched two spinning blades to keep the seemingly endless horde of monsters at bay, and to protect 'the Avatar'. Once the liquid ate most of Amon-Heart II away, completely revealing the smaller one. Next, I recreated the mega-plumbata, ready to fling it away.

Having realized what I intended to do, my first archenemy screamed:"No, do NOT do it!".

I ignored his plea and guided my weapon towards the puny heart. And time seemed to slow down, with all the protuberances bolting forwards to the speedily flying plumbata, failing to grasp it as their attempt was foiled by the fake Korra. Meter by meter, the projectile got ever closer to its target, while the music was still blaring.

Bones and blood lie on the ground!
Rotten limbs lie dead!
Decapitated bodies found!
On my wall, your head!
On your trail, I close the gap!
One more life that soon won't be!
No e-mo-tion!
Your flesh is all I need!
I'll send you to your maker!
Confront the God you seek!
A flash of red upon your chest!
Safety out of reach!

You have no choice of life or death!
My face, you will not see!
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath!
Dismembered destiny!

Modulistic terror!
A vast sadistic feast!
There's only one way out of here.

PIECE BY PIECE!

And the second heart was pierced in two.

Note 2: Just wanna fix errors.