Zuko liked to think of himself as a reasonably brave person. He had grown up with Azula, a monster of a sister; he had chased and fought the Avatar, who, though only a small child, was considered to be the most powerful bender in the world; and he had done a number of other things that required a considerable amount of guts.

But when Katara made her opinion of him clear and threatened his life, he was undeniably terrified.

It wasn't just that she was a master waterbender who could easily hold her ground against him in battle. In fact, it was everything except that.

Her words had been so merciless, spoken in a tone of pure hatred that sent shivers down his spine. And her eyes. Her cold, icy blue eyes. Narrowed menacingly at him, their gaze peirced through him with murderous intent.

Combined together, it was more frightening than anything Zuko had ever seen.

As the waterbender stomped out of his room, he remembered a phrase his uncle had once said.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.


Author's Notes: Did I get that quote right? I sure hope I did. xP

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