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Burning Water- Chapter Eight
Turning.
Katara slipped in the puddle of water falling to her knees. Her breathing was ragged and she looked up just in time to see the whip of red aimed at her. She ducked rolling to the side, retaliating with her own whip of blue. She pushed herself up, her joints aching and stood in a stance.
The battle continued and Katara knew there would be very little chance of her winning it. She began to focus harder, making her attacks stronger and deadly but was having little success. Her anger made her blind, and caused her attacks to weaken due to a lack of focus.
Katara screamed in fury as once again she was forced to duck a blow. The water she held fell into puddles and she looked up just in time to see the wave of fire. Her blue eyes took on a hard glow and Katara ran at the Fire Lord, foregoing her usually watery weapons.
Ozai smirked as he knocked the young master's fists away with ease. Grabbing her wrists he smirked that evil smile of his down at her as she struggled to free herself. Growing tired of Katara's antics he chuckled lowly and threw her across the tiled floor.
Katara hit the cold tiles and lay there, her body still, her eyes watching the flames that Ozai formed in one fist. Weariness overtook her and she sighed resignedly, staring into the red destruction, uncaring to what was about to happen.
I'll see you soon my love, my Azula.
Suddenly the red flame that was flying towards her was divided by the blinding white flare that came from behind her. She twisted and gaped at the sight that stood before her.
Her fiery goddess, her love, the keeper of her heart. Her Azula. Her tunic was tattered at the back, red blood seeping into the red fabric. Her face was a mask of determination, but Katara could see a spark of surprise at her usually blue flames being white.
The bolt of white energy shot to Ozai, striking the cruel fire lord on the left side of his face. A red welt formed there, a striking resemblance to the scar he had given his son. He glared at his daughter before returning the blast, his red flames seeming weak compared to Azula's white ones.
Azula dodged the flames, a sneer of resentment forming on her face. She sprung into action a whirlwind of white as she punched out with flames, flames the fire lord barely dodged. The tables had turned. The Fire Lord would fall.
AN: I'm soooo sorry everyone. This chapter gave me so many problems, mainly due to the Avatar part of my brain basically shutting down.But its here know, so please stop sharpening your weapons.