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"Still think you can beat me?"
The flat of a sword blade crashed across Suki's forearm, sending her skidding backward as her feet pressed for purchase on the smooth floor. She dug her toes in and shoved back, disengaging herself and raising her own katana. The two blades slammed together with a ringing clang, and Suki faced Sokka over the crossed metal. Both of them had their eyes narrowed, faces contorted, breathing heavily.
Sokka broke away from the stand-off, whirling around to stand at the opposite end of the room from her. Suki danced back a few steps, light and graceful, eyes fixed on her opponent.
"Just give up!"
The two warriors charged each other with a last burst of strength, fierce shouts echoing off the walls of the room. They met in the center with a simultaneous huff of breath, their swords crossed identically, eyes flashing with battle light. Hair fell into both their faces, and sweat created a light sheen across their skin.
But both of them turned to look as a shadow fell across the doorway.
"Hm, fighting on your wedding day? You two should be ashamed."
With some reluctance, the two warriors straightened and turned to face Hakoda, Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe. He was wearing a crooked smile.
"Dad." A grin crossed Sokka's battle-tired face.
Hakoda raised an eyebrow at his son. "Are you two going to get changed, or are you planning on getting married this evening like that?"
Sokka and Suki looked down at their sweaty uniforms, and then at each other, grinning sheepishly.
"Come on. Toph wants some help setting up, Sokka. You might even get to sample the food ahead of time if you hurry. And Katara's waiting to help you with your clothes, Suki," Hakoda told them.
At the mention of food, Sokka stood up straighter, looking eager. "Great idea, Dad." He sheathed his sword and was three steps toward the door when he stumbled over something and fell flat on his face. Gasping, he raised his head and saw Suki grinning smugly down at him, her leg still outstretched from tripping him. More quickly than he could speak, she knelt down next to him, tilted his face up, and kissed him.
"I win. See you at the altar, Sokka."
And she was out the door past Hakoda, leaving her fiancée on the dojo floor, a goofy grin on his face and his father chuckling in the doorway.