Fired Prince
"I could smell you coming from a mile away Zuko!" Katara used her water whip to thrash him up a bit, secretly hoping the forced shower would lesson his horrid smell. I'll have to change the water in my pouch after this battle.
"That's funny, because your foul odor led me to you!" He yelled back, dodging a shard of ice. "Tell me Peasant, do I smell of chestnuts or sandalwood?" He smirked.
"I wish!" Katara pulled back the ice and it whacked him on the back of the head. Thank-you Sokka's boomerang.
Zuko grunted as he was knocked to the ground. Quickly collecting the moisture from the ground, Katara froze his body to the nearest tree.
"Katara come on!" Aang and the others had packed up camp and thrown everything back on Appa while she handled Zuko.
Remembering when he had tied her to a tree, she decided it was payback time. She walked leaned over to Zuko, knowing he would soon melt free of his bondage. Her lips barely an inch from Zuko's mangled left ear, she whispered fiercely, "You smell like burnt flesh."
A\N: Katara can be a… B, but then I can't say I blame her.