"What, no lightning today? Afraid I'll redirect it?" Zuko taunted.
"Zuko, don't provoke her!" Katara hissed from behind him.
Meanwhile, Azula staggered around like the author of this fic after one (1) glass of wine. "You traitorous fool!" she cried. "You should've been treated for dumb bitch disease before it progressed into the terminal stage!"
"Don't worry Katara, Uncle told me that you need peace of mind to lightningbend, and something's not right with my sister today," Zuko reassured her.
Katara sighed. "I think that was just bullshit he made up to get you to stop being so moody and overdramatic."
"That's not true," Zuko insisted. "My father learned to lightningbend after he disowned me, so that's when he gained his peace of mind… And Uncle can lightningbend, and he's chill as hell. He has peace of mind, except for the lingering trauma of his son's death, a wound that will never heal despite how much he cares for me… Wait, that can't be right…"
"I'll show you lightning!" Azula screamed. "KACHOW!" Electricity shot out from her fingertips while Zuko was still pondering the fallibility of Iroh's wisdom.
Zuko stopped thoughtfully stroking his chin and looked up as the lightning hit its mark. Katara sizzled. He was too late.
"Oh, shit…"