The horrid scent of Iron filled his nose, the bitter taste of bile rising in his throat-all the while he watched as the Soldier's head tumbled to the ground right at his feet, frozen in an expression of shock.

He welcomed the numb feeling he knew was called shock by healers. He turned walking towards the earth kingdom soldier. He could deal with his emotional turmoil later after all. He fell to his knees, the grass brushing his hands as he sat his bag down, along with his sword still covered in blood. He glanced toward the earth kingdom soldier face morphing into some form of disgust Or horror, as he stood up and pulled the man from the pile of his comrades.

The wound was… revolting.

It wasn't a necessarily dangerous wound, for a bender it wasn't anything highly debilitating either. Just a straight horizontal line across the man's chest. It only just broke the skin, he guest that if the soldiers ankle wasn't twisted into a funny angle, the man would have just kept fighting. But the weapon that had inflicted looked to have belonged to the sword wielding soldier.

That was what made it a disconcerting wound. The sword he had noticed was a brutal weapon with a very very sharp edge and customized so that if the blade made deeper than a centimeter or so you would be met with sharp serrated edges on the side of the weapon. A vile weapon indeed...

Naturally the cut was opened up further causing blood to poor out of the soldier at an increasing rate. Gritting his teeth he started looking for anything in his bag, that could help with him at the moment. He pulled out the sewing kit, a single spool of thread, and no needles! His growing cynicism allowed him to brush this turn of events off as he dumped the pack of nails onto his lap.

Hand sparking the nails shifted turning into large sewing needles, as he pierced his sleeve with several, as to allow quick access should the one he was using snap. His closed mindedness causing him to overlook the fact he was using a nearly indestructible material.

He set to work shoving off the delirious soldiers hands away from the stitching every few seconds the soldier's blood soaking his black clothes and turning his hands red. He could hear blood pumping in his ear, as he pulled out the steel cable from his bag.

It was a hollow gray cord made of woven steel, and meant to used for fire-bender's to train with.

It was still extremely strong though as a platypus-bear stepping on it wouldn't cause the cord to deform in any way. He however was putting to a much different use, as he shoved into the mouth of the earth-bender, and gave a quick warning, as he stared into the earth-bender's glazed eyes.

"This is going to Hurt."

As his finger was lit with a single purple flame, as he proceeded to cauterize the chest wound, the stitching holding the skin in place as he did. The glazed look in the soldier's eyes faded as pain took over his world various grunts of pain being the only noise the solder made. It seemed like an eternity before the blond child fell away from the soldier, his breath heavy and labored.

Giving a piercing blue stare to the soldier he gave one last warning, before moving to the man's ankle. "This is going to hurt more." As he moved his hand in a counterclockwise motion, the man's ankle responding as it returned to what the blond assumed to be close to it's original state.

The soldier bit down on the cable hard enough to make it groan in protest along with him. The bones were still broken since he didn't have any ability to heal them, and as such he simply moved them into their correct area of the foot, thus speeding up the man's recovery rate, while also removing the chance of the bones healing incorrectly.

Removing the cable from the benders mouth, the blond snatched up his shoulder bag and pulled out his other shirt. Ripping it he then took the Fire-nation soldiers sword, and the others spear before bending them into two metal slabs along with two metal rods.

The earth-bender groaned-the pain of having his foot, and ankle adjusted magnetically having seemingly worn off- as the blue eyed child put his leg into a splint, using the medal he had taken from the fire nation soldiers, and what was left of the now torn shirt.

Finishing he sewed the fabric together and almost jumped when the no longer delirious soldier, grabbed his arm. His skin darkening with each second as the man spoke. "The village." he croaked, "They sent more towards the village, wa-warn them…" His voice little more than a raspy whisper as he fell backwards, no energy left to support Him as he continued, to open and close his mouth-like he had more to say.

Only for his eyes to close slowly as her fell unconscious-the word he managed being "The children." before his eyes closed, as his breathing slowed beneath his brown robes. Eyes wide and frantic he put his finger to the soldier's neck and sighted in relief.

He had only fallen unconscious. He thought draping his extra black cloak over the man's sleeping form.

The blond almost let himself pass out then and there, as he felt exhaustion fill his body muscles aching in protest as he stood up from his kneeling position next to the soldier. He had already exerted himself to the point he would normally go to sleep. Of course if he wanted to he could keep going, for a long while after this point. He was bender a person who with the excess amount of chi flowing through their bodies, could go for weeks without sleep upon mastery of their element and heal wounds of dire consequence within minutes if they were bending their element.

But he was still young, and as such was limited in how far he could push before his chi path would either be damaged, or even loose his bending altogether. Of course he could push for quite a long while before he would even get close to either consequence, not to mention as fire bender he had an extremely rugged body that could handle so much more than say a water bender, and a resistance that was only outmatched by earth-benders.

As such in any normal situation, he could have probably gone on for a few more hours without worry. He was however not in normal situation. He had not only just taken down four fire-nation soldiers, but also used an experimental technique maybe ten minutes earlier, to hover down a mountain at record speeds. Doing who knows what to the chi paths within his body, that he had yet to check for any damage.

"A risk worth taking." he mumbled as he once again activated his "experimental" technique, and hovered above the ground. Lighting crackled over his body, no longer putting any effort to stop said light as he leaned towards the village, and shot away from his first kill.

The trees blurred as he shot down the trail, his sword sheathed in a scabbard that was strapped to his back-ready to be drawn, his veritable army of sewing needles stuck into the sleeve of his coat, and the purple firmite dagger hidden up his sleeve.

He was quite the odd site to see, he thought silently.

His heart soared when he saw the village in the distance, only for it to drop as as frostbite seemed to hold it in contempt his locked as he stared at the smoke drifting from within the the tiled roofs. He fell to the ground and started sneaking his way towards the village.

The gates had been torn from their hinges, one was laying clear on the other side of the village, while the other hung loosely by a small piece of what had been the hinges. The standard earth kingdom houses on either side sporting scorch marks, the doors kicked in, a house or so down he could hear a muffled scream.

He moved, with a muffled silence.

He snuck in through the front door the first room, arranged similar to a diner he had been to when he was younger. Tables scattered about, chairs littered about, some still on top of the tables others broken and laying in pieces, while some remained as charred embers crackling on the floor. The door to what he guessed to be the kitchen seemed to have been shattered, as it's remains littered the floors, Indiscernible crying emanating from within.

Crouching he maneuvered through the tables, silently his foot steps unheard as he Moved in the way he trained.

He peered around the corner, and there wasn't any doubt within his mind that if wasn't for the fact he lived in a library for most of his he wouldn't have known what the soldier was doing as he held a girl about his age pressed against the wall. A hand held in the big fleshy hand of the soldier, as he pressed into the wall.

Her eyes glistening with tears, as her other hand was reaching out as she tried to grab anything, useful from the counter. Only her hand just wasn't long enough to reach for a pan, that was sitting on the still lit burner. A single burn present on her neck, practically glowing against her pale white skin.

The fire-nation soldier wasn't paying attention, as drool dribbled down his chin. One hand holding the girls above her head while the other was trailing her thigh, as he hooked his finger around the edge of her dress, white frilly dress.

The blond acted without thinking, as he bended the pan into her awaiting hand. She acted immediately not, even noticing the blond that shot behind the soldier as she swung the pan. It's surface glowing a cherry red, as it smacked the unhelmed soldier branding him with the circular design present underneath the pan. The smell of burnt flesh filling the room as the man stumbled blindly, from the blow.

The soldier stumbled backwards letting her go as she scrambled into a corner. Holding his head the soldier, stared at her with intent to viciously maim his victim screaming "You Bitch! You'll pay for that!" as he marched forward. Though he was never given the chance to prove his claim, as a bright purple dagger pierced him through the heart, glowing with heat as the wound smoked slightly before the dagger was ripped from his body. Allowing the soldier to fall lifelessly to the ground, small amount of satisfaction written invisibly on the boys face. He would shed no tears, for killing such an animal.

The girl's tears halted, as she stared up at the boy, her brown eyes filled with flecks of red glimmered with the tiniest bit hope buried deep within.

As he slipped the purple knife into its sheath that was oh so conveniently hidden with his sleeve, he was completely unprepared to be thrown to the ground. Two small arms wrapped around his waist as the girl sobbed into his chest. Her cinnamon hair splayed over her back as his attention was drawn to the burn on her neck.

It was shaped similar to a chain that had been tied into a knot. His heart almost stopped, as he looked at the symbol. He recognized it from one of many books he had read over the years and it had been burned into his mind.

This young girl had been branded. This young girl who was crying her eyes out had been branded as a slave, and more likely than not sold to the owner of the diner.

He didn't do anything other than wrap his arms around her and pull her into a much tighter hug. He didn't know how long he had been laying there on the floor hugging the girl. Only that it was visibly darker, by the time they heard the door open.

"Akan! You done in here yet!" they heard the front door slamming open. "Go Out the Back." he whispered flicking the purple dagger out of his sleeve before he turned it over. Shoving it into the girl's hands as he pushed her out the window present of above the stove, following her shortly after.

Tumbling out of the window, he wiped the dust of his clothes, before turning towards her, silently gesturing towards a group of maybe ten-fifteen people, all of them bound with rope.

"Get out of here!" he said pushing the girl away as he jumped climbed the side of the building. A shout rang from within the building, he had previously occupied. Looking around he could see the entire village was arranged in a pattern. Ten rows going to the side and ten rows going down.

From what he could guess it probably held only about a hundred or so people.

A rather burly man rush out from within the diner, the spear in his hand along with the red clothes gave him away, as a fire nation soldier as he opened his mouth "We go-" only to be interrupted by a super-heated sewing needle charged with enough lightning to kill an elephant bear striking his neck, killing him instantly.

His hesitance at killing removed by the Bastard in the diner, he jumped down onto the dirt as several fire nation soldiers rushed to see what was going on, only to find him pulling out a still sparking sewing needle from the dead man's body.

They felt a shiver shake their bodies as they stared at the blond, his blue eyes glowing with a hollow light that shook them to the core. His clothes stained with blood as he turned face them. There were seven of them all without physical weapons, each of them wearing heavy steel armor. meaning they were all fire benders as they pulled their fist back. Wisps of flame licking their hands.

In unison they let out a shout, fists shooting forward as a charged fire stream blazed out of their bodies, roaring towards the child as he did nothing. The fire obscured their vision as the smell of burnt flesh met their noses, as they sighed in relief.

Letting the flames go they, all froze as they stared at triangular shield of earth in front of them, their comrades charred remains still alight with flames. The blond shot out from cover, sending five super-heated needles their way, not aiming as he ran towards a wagon, using it as a boost he made a running jump onto the roof of a nearby building.

Having unknowingly turned the needles into magnets, they shot towards the largest and nearest supply of metal, which was currently the fire-bender's heavily armored chest plates. Melting the metal upon contact, and piercing two of the soldiers lungs before shooting out the other side of the armor, only stopped by the metal on the other side, and killing one instantly as it tore through his heart in a lucky shot, while the last was killed By the two needles that tore through his skull... The sharp pining noise of the needles being the sign that something had changed as there bodies tumbled to the floor.

The other three fire-nation soldier continued, their comrades death going unnoticed, as they sent a barrage of fire at the child. Who continued to hop from roof to roof till he hit the end of the row. Stopping he he began rotate his arms in a fan like motion as electricity climbed over his form. Unhindered by the soldiers continued barrage of fire.

Only after charging his body with a horrifying amount of electricity did he allow his hands to meet as the electricity flowed into His right arm. His fingers arranged so that his thumb was holding both his ring finger along with his pinky. While his index and middle finger pointed towards the fire nation soldiers.

A beam of electricity shot from his hand and into one of the soldiers, as his steam enveloped the man's body, before the wind cleared the view as the suit of armor tumbled to the ground. The helm falling off revealing it to be empty-the insides splattered with red-as he fire a second beam of electricity towards the other soldiers feet.

The sound of a lightning strike rocked the village as the soldier were thrown away from the blast unconscious, and wounded, a crater now in their place.

The blond fell to the ground gasping for air, as he fumbled with his shoulder bag-taking out a flask and dragging it to his mouth. His limb felt like they were made of rocks as he gulped down as much of the life giving substance as possible, before taking a much less labored breath. His lungs still felt like they had been shredded, and his body sparked with excess electricity, but he could still breath so that was good. His entire right arm now showing a large wound, weeping copious amounts of blood.

'Note to self-never try Imitating a combustion bender without practice!' he sighed in his head 'It's just not worth it.'

Stumbling to his feet he managed to stand for almost a second, before tumbling to his knees as he let the contents of his stomach empty onto the ground. He felt the call of sleep but ignored it as he stood up and noticed the sound of feet rushing in his direction.

Sleep could wait after all, The villagers couldn't.