Sokkla Month Day 10: Death
It wasn't their first brush with it. Hell, they knew it was inevitable. Everything had a cost, no miracle came free of charge. Whenever they were in Caldera, extra precautions had to be enacted as there were still diehards with resources and grudges in ample supply that wished for nothing less than the termination of the one person who orchestrated the destruction of their airship fleet and snatched them out of the jaws of victory.
In Ba Sing Se, the long shadow that loomed over them merely exchanged gold and red for green and brown. After all, the eternal city did not take kindly to those who had seen it brought to its knees by an act of 'underhanded subterfuge' when the Dragon of the West could nary land but a scratch upon the city.
In Republic City however, lay their greatest threat as criminal groups with no concept of 'the game' nor scruples daringly engaged in running battles with the metalbending police force and the URN National Guard out in the open after one too many raids against their illicit but lucrative operations.
Still, it was as the saying went 'one had to be lucky always, the bad guys only had to be lucky once.'.
It wasn't as if no one had ever thought of it, but rather no one had tried to combine all the elements at one time.
A satomobile laden with blasting jelly.
Conveniently erected earthen barricades.
Fog manipulation.
A lightning bender.
The perfect setup.
The god of death would not be cheated of his prizes this time.
There were no open caskets.
But they said that when they had found the bodies, it seemed as if they were wrapped around each other like as if one was going to take the fall for the other in its entirety, never mind that the human body was no match for shrapnel moving at high speeds.
In life they were inseparable.
In death, it was made permanent.