A/N- Mk guys, I got the next chapter up! Yay. Im trying to make up for my very looooong absence by getting up the next chepters quickly, do here you are!
Disclaimer: Dont own the charactors, dont have millions of dollars, we're all happy!
The second guard stared back around at the other mans exclamation. "Who the hell are you?" though this mans vocabulary may not be that large, he was obviously far more intelligent then his companion.
Zuko's only response was pushing his leg out in front of him in a fighting stance. He brought his swords out in front of him as well, placing one neatly over the other. "Let. Me. Pass." He said again, more anger perceivable in his words this time.
The larger guard immediately pounced. With a loud yell he pulled out a sword at his side and brought it down on Zuko. He easily ducked the non-bender's attach and swiftly slashed his sword out again and brought it down with a clean swipe on his back.
The man howled in pain and put his hands over the wide cut in his back. It wasn't deep and would heal quickly, but it was certainly painful.
The other guard was in fact a bender and shot a ball of fire strait at Zuko's head. Zuko held up his blades and was able to shield himself from the fire. Immediately after words he dove forward and put the crossed blades around the mans neck.
"I will ask only once again before I take you life. Let me in." This time the man obliged easily and handed over the keys to the black door. "You open it." Said Zuko coolly, not wanting the man to turn around and kill him once he reached to open the door.
The other guard was still howling in pain, having now dropped to his knees and attempting to rip of his shirt in order to feel how deep the wound really was better.
Oh yeah, that was smart.
The guard whose life was only millimeters away from being quickly ended with one short jolt of a blade, quickly pushed the key in the lock and turned it with a satisfying click. Zuko removing the blades from around his neck and quickly slipped into the room.
This would not be easy.
In this room there were two long rows, of probably the most well trained, and highest ranked men on this ship, all of who already looked venomous by the time he had walked in.
But the next sight he saw took away every thought of worry in his mind, and replaced it with nothing but pure, unadulterated, rage. Ryoko had one man on each of her arms, lifting her up to her feet. She was obviously unconscious and he could see blood covering her entire back while she was in her crumpled position. He could tell, she was slowly dieing.
This would be a fight these men would not soon forget.
"What…what have you done?" was all he could say, his voice a deadly quite.
The men stared at the new comer but their mind quickly jumped, they were far more intelligent then the men that were guarding this room. "The blue spirit, now how did you get on this ship? One of the crew I suppose." Said a man who was already standing.
He grinned at his companions. "Fry him anyway you like men, he's yours".
Chairs toppled as the men jumped to their feet prepared for the fight, not expecting any of them to die or even get injured to bad, when so many were going against one.
Oh how wrong they were.
Zuko let out a loud yell as he jumped at his first attacker thrusting his sword at him. The man put his arm on the flat side of the sword and pushed it the other way before shooting a ball of fire at Zuko.
Zuko was quick to duck and jumped in the air, catching the man off guard before bring the sword down of his shoulder in his lending, practically slicing off his arm.
He ignored the man's shriek of agony and tuned to his next opponent. This man was burly and tall, not much older then twenty. If Zuko weren't so angry, he would have been slightly worried of his outcome against the large opponent.
He dove at the man and this time he made contact on his first attempt. Fatal perhaps, he didn't stay watch after he drove the sword threw the mans chest.
A fire was not only brewing inside his mind, the rage inside of him was beginning to rise to suck a high heat, that it couldn't help but show through on the outside.
Flames slowly began to pick there way down his arms and chest, until finally he was encircled in a ball of flame that he let sail in every direction around him, most certainly killing many of the men in the room.
He came down his knees, taking deep breaths, in an effort to regain some lost energy. His secret was up, the mask's thin ties and obviously been destroyed in the last attach he had made, and his cover had slipped off.
But the men around him had stopped attaching, they almost looked fearful of him, after all, a teenage boy had just killed off about half of their men.
Ryoko was still being held by one of the men, the other one have jumped in the fight against Zuko.
He walked over to the man holding her, who quickly gave her up. They allowed him to leave, but Zuko new that wouldn't be the end of it, there was no way it could be.
But at the time he didn't care, he ignored the guards who were still squabbling over the cut in the one's back. He didn't say anything to the looks the maids who were still awake.
He just walked with the limp form of Ryoko held in his arms as he continued to the kitchens, which were now empty except for his uncle.
"Oh my…" Iroh expression grew grave he saw the blood covering not only Ryoko, who look as if she was possibly dead, but the blood that was also now covering Zuko from the mans scratches and wounds he had received from the battle.
He didn't say anything; he just grabbed a rag and went to work tending to Ryoko's wounds, hoping it would not be in vain.