Painted (Fire) Lady
Suki stood, half hidden in shadows thrown by the light of the throne. Watching. Waiting.
Zuko sat, impassively, completely still, surrounded in writhing flames.
The rambling minister was lost in a world of tax policies and export issues.
The assassin's strike was quick, and precise, meant to be lethal instantly.
Suki's fan sliced from the shadows, removing most of the assassin's arm.
Zuko never flinched, even as the minister ran from the room.
"Traditionally," He said after, "The Fire Lady helps stop social missteps, not assassination attempts."
"Traditionally," She returned with a kiss, "The Fire Lady is no Kyoshi Warrior."