So sorry it took so long to update. I lost my writing spirit. But, I have spirit back again! The show must go on, and it will.
The soldiers waited there in the silence. It was agonizing to wait there, not having the slightest clue when they would be told to attack.
The soldiers shot out small loop of fire from their fingertips, ready to fight. The Yuu Yan Archers readied their bow.
Firebenders who were standing by them lit the arrow on fire. The archers pulled back the bow, using all the strength they had to keep the bow its still position.
"Attack!" yelled Sokka.
The firebenders unleashed their ultimate fury, setting buildings ablaze, people sceaming and running around in circles, wondering what evil they had done to deserve this.
They were defenseless, so they ran. The capital was not very far away, so they would find Lord Zuko and get the soldiers to fight the rebels. But some people would not have the chance, as a fiery arrow pierced their skin., leaving them to die. It was every man for himself.
One person stayed behind, fighting. He would not know if he would be living much longer. But he had heard to the rebels, and was determined to do his share. He erected a wall of flames. Any arrows would burn up in it, so he was safe.
"Stop jacking around, shoot him with an arrow!" commanded Sokka to the archers.
"He has a shield that we cannot pierce." The Yuu Yan Archers were very taciturn people, so they were barely audible.
"Well then do something!"
"This costs extra."
"Then I will give you extra, now attack!"
The archers would have to think for a moment how to get an arrow past the shield. They shot at an angle, and the arrow flew higher that the wall of fire. It almost hit him on the head. He took down the shield to burn the arrow.
When he did, the firebenders shot fire at him. He groaned in pain, and erected the shield once more, but it was weaker than before.
"Hold on, sir, the army is on the way!" yelled Zuko. He had gotten word of the attack.
He saw Sokka. He knew he was the leader, so he charged at him. The archers were about to shoot Zuko.
"Stop! I will fight Zuko."
"You tried to kill my wife!"
"You bet I did."
"Why?"
"Because Zula told me to."
"You cannot do what she says, she is evil! Bad to the bone!"
"So am I."
He unsheathed his grisly, blood-stained sword. It was meant to intimidate people, but Zuko was not. He grabbed Sokka's sword and threw it behind his head.
"You are out of weapons."
Sokka knew Zuko was right. He never could do "magic" like Katara, Zuko, and Zula could. And since Zuko could, he was doomed. He threw a punch at Zuko, but he grabbed his hands and squeezed hard. Sokka's hands were steaming. He winced in pain.
"You want mercy?" asked Zuko. "I will show you mercy!"
He kicked Sokka off the hill. He watched as he fell into the water. He turned around and saw Zula.
"You hurt my boyfriend."
"Because your boyfriend is my enemy."
Zuko knew Azula was very powerful and dangerous. She would be hard to beat. It was possible, though. He has done it before. But before was just before. Now is now. He would fight for Katara. He stood there and concentrated.
Azula started to laugh. "You are not even moving! How pathetic of you!"
He kicked Azula in the chest and she stopped laughing, because she could barely laugh anymore.
Now that Sokka and Azula were out of the way, it was only the soldiers.
The rebels seemed to fight with an extra spark; they were glad their leaders were absent.
Zuko felt immense pain in his arm. He tried to stay quiet, but he could not. He screamed in agony to the heavens. An arrow protruded from his skin.
'Revenge!' he thought.
He pulled it out and charged at a Yuu Yan Archer. He stabbed him repeatedly. He lifted him up with only one arm and ran to the edge of the hill. He jumped off and threw him at one of the jagged rocks.
Zuko flipped over and grabbed the side of the hill and steadily worked his way up. He stepped into the battlefield and had a sword thrown at his face. He ran his fingers down his face. Blood everywhere. He was just lucky it missed his eye. He would have Katara heal that one.
This was bad for them. Unlike the rebels, they depended on their leader. They fled.
Hateful cries were heard from Sokka's army. They may have won, but they hated when an enemy fled.
"You retards!"
"Cowards!"
"Disgrace! Go cry to your mommy!"
"You brought disgust to the Fire Nation. Down with you."
"Wimps!"
"Come back and win the traditional way!"
All those were heard that night, piercing the air with their foul cries.
And, the Fire Nation Army heard it, too. They felt a strange feeling from it all, but they knew in their hearts that next time they would be back and better than ever.
If you're still wondering what happened to the old man, that will be covered next chapter.