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Asami walked into the gym, standing in the doorway. Korra was at the punching bag, going at it furiously. Sweat was dripping down her face, strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. The power behind her punches had the bag swinging, the chain securing it to the ceiling groaned and creaked. As Asami watched she missed timed a punch, her fist hitting the air instead of the bag as it swung back. The momentum of the punch carried her forward a step, just as the bag was swinging back. She threw up an arm, stopping it with the broadside of her forearm before it could swing into her.

"Damn it," She punched the bag once more and turned away, walking to pitcher of water and a glass sitting on the side of the room. That's when she saw Asami, pausing as she did. "Have you been standing there long?"

"Just got here actually," Asami said. She was closer to the pitcher of water, so she took it up and poured out a glass, handing it to Korra. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," She tipped the glass back drinking without pause.

"Is the bag doing it for you, or do you want more of challenge?" Asami asked with faint grin.

Korra snorted, some of the water spilling down the front. "What?"

"Do you want to spar?"

Korra wiped the excess water away from her mouth, "Um… sure, but didn't you just get home from work?"

"Mmhm," Asami nodded. She walked over to the small cupboard where they kept towels and some training clothes. She changed into sweats and a tank top, pulling her hair into a high pony. With a grin she turned back to Korra. "Ready?"

Korra, with a small offhand nod of her head, sank down into a stance, her arms raised to guard. Asami got into a mirroring position. Neither moved. Then Asami's heel was cutting through the air. Korra ducked, so the kick passed over her head, instead of connecting with her jaw, like it would have had she not moved. Asami didn't give her the chance to breathe. As her foot dropped her twisted on her toes, spinning around, her other foot coming up in a back kick.

"Ah!" Korra just blocked it, using her forearm to deflect the kick down. She jabbed her right arm forward. Asami chipped back, edging back out of Korra's range. Korra took two quick step forward, punching, and then going right into an uppercut when Asami blocked the first punch. Asami leaned back to dodge. Korra swung her elbow. It didn't connect but the arch of the strike forced Asami lean back more, leaving her off balanced. She fell backwards, her arms bracing her up in a splayed version of the crab back. Korra swept her leg at her feet, hoping to knock her down. Asami kicked up, going into a handstand that she jumped to her feet from. Asami punched this time, fast enough to get under Korra's guard.

Korra fell back a step, bouncing on her feet. "Hya!" She charged at Asami, attacking in a furious string of attacks. Asami could just keep up with blocks and dodging. Then Korra lashed out with a kick that Asami rolled away from. Korra pushed. Stepping to the side of it, Asami grabbed Korra's wrist and arm, pivoting on her heels turning with the force of the punch. Asami picked up Korra using her own momentum to carry her forward, over her shoulder. Korra hit the mat on her back and lay there, a soft groan falling from her lips.

"Okay, yeah, you win," She said, her voice a little horse from having the wind knocked out of her.

Asami sat, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"Why you're so on edge and distracted?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Korra, I just got a takedown on you, in record time no less,"

"Oh please," Korra snorted, rolling her eyes, "We already know that you're better than me in close quarter hand to hand combat. And that wasn't even the fast time you've taken me down in,"

"I know you well enough to tell when something's bothering you,"

"I'm fine," Korra kicked up to her feet.

"Korra,"

"I'm fine. I am. Really,"

"Is this about the breakout?"

"No,"

"Korra,"

"It's not about the breakout Asami,"

"Korra,"

"It's the fact that's been weeks and nothing has happened," She punched the punching bag once.

"Patience's was never one of your strong points,"

"I hate waiting around for them to attack,"

Asami stood, placing a hand on the bag to stop it from swinging. "Have you considered that maybe they won't attack?"

"What?"

"Maybe they escaped for themselves, just to get out of prison. It is a possibility they aren't thinking about attacking you, or breaking out Zaheer."

Korra looked like she was about to say something, but then just sighed, and slumped down against the wall.

"Hey, come on, don't look like that,"

"What am I going to do?"

"Korra, you don't have to do anything. Lin has extra guards at Zaheer's prison, so you don't have to worry about that. The only person you need to think about is yourself. Getting yourself stressed out isn't going to help," Asami held her arms out for Korra, to pull her up.

"It's a little hard not to be," She reached out, taking Asami's hands and letting her pull her up.

"Then I suppose it's a good thing I'm thinking about you. Go a take a shower and get dressed, we have a dinner date to get to,"

"We do? Where?"

"Bolin's place. It's a double date with him and Opal… actually I think it might be a triple a date because he mentioned Opal invited Kai and Jinora. That's actually what I was coming to tell you before we got into the sparring match,"

Korra looked bemused.

"If you don't get showered and dressed I will do it for you,"

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going."


Yes, the next chapter with be a triple date. And that will be out on the... uh... *looks at calendar* On the twenty eleventh of Mayverber... I don't know guys. The only reason you got this chapter is because a class got cancelled. The next chapter will be up when I finish write it. I'm sorry my uploads have becomes no existent.

Nardragon~ until the next page.