Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. In fact, the closest thing I have is a book by His Holiness the Dalai Lama, who's real name is Tenzin Gyatso. Coincidence? I think not!

A/N: Finally, the part I've been waiting to write for ages: Zhao gets a super smack down! It's about time, I mean, he really is such a scumbag. Anyway, please read and review! Enjoy…

In just a few strides, Lu Ten had reached Zhao and seized him by the front of his tunic. The young man slammed his fist into the man's face, once, then twice. He hauled the surprised Zhao out the door of the shrine with enormous force. He shoved the man to the ground and roared,

"How dare you, Zhao? You'll pay for your crimes against my family! After everything, you still have to hurt my cousin! One time was too many, but now- now you have to torture him in his dreams, too?"

Jet looked back and forth between them, this time with no intention of stopping the fight. Well, it wasn't much of a fight. Lu Ten seemed ready to give the man a second taste of death, and Zhao was in no position to take on the prince. From where he had impacted the ground, Zhao looked up at the boy, and for a moment Jet could swear he saw a trace of fear, as if Zhao had realized he had gone too far. But then it was gone, replaced with the Admiral's trademark smirk.

"He deserves it. You must admit, you give him too much credit. He is weak. He doesn't deserve to rule, or even be a called a son of Agni."

Lu Ten trembled with rage, apparently physically restraining himself from smacking the smirk off of the vile man's face.

"You don't know what you're talking about! My cousin deserves the world for all the suffering he has had to bear! Zuko is ten times the man you were, Zhao, and ten times what your spirit will ever be!"

With that, Lu Ten threw himself at the other man and rained blows down upon him. Jet winced. Even in the spirit world, that had to hurt. Lu Ten thundered, each word punctuated with the impact of fist on flesh,

"You-will-never-dis-honor-my-family-again!" Lu Ten righted himself, and took a step back from the sprawled mass that was the once-great Admiral Zhao. He panted out his next, though not without venom,

"Now maybe you'll get over yourself and think about the task we're here to do."

The prince turned and staggered away, leaving the pathetic firebender and the spectators speechless. Within the next moment, Jet shot a glare at the other man before following after his companion. Oma and Shu did not make any move to leave, but spoke together in a cold sharp voice,

"You, Nami Zhao, have broken the trust of the Oracle's guardians. You will never again set foot here, until you have proven your worth and redeemed yourself!"

Zhao gave no response but glared at them, and attempted to restore what dignity he had by standing and straightening out his clothes. As he began to walk away into the mountain wilderness, he heard Oma call out in her normal voice,

"Change, Nami. Change before it is too late."

Jet found the prince on the trail below the summit, taking out his remaining anger by working through a series of offensive katas. Jet could tell they were meant to work fire, and so it was lucky for him that bending was an impossibility. Lu Ten looked ready to incinerate anything within a several mile radius of him.

"Ummm…hey?" Jet tried weakly. Lu Ten turned and shot a furious look at the other boy before continuing with his exercises. Clearly, he did not want to be disturbed.

"Okay… maybe later…" Jet turned to leave. The prince gritted his teeth and continued, telling himself to ignore the apology hiding in his throat. So maybe it was mean and a bit nonsensical to take out his anger on Jet. He had done nothing wrong. But Lu Ten was in no mood for apologies. He lunged in all directions, ready to burn everyone and everything that thought they could mess with him or the people he cared about. It drove him mad that he couldn't. No fire would flood from his fingertips. It only served to reinvigorate his fury.

With a cry at the unfairness of it all, he leaped and kicked out, only to end up flat on his back. Above him, the prince saw the concerned face of Jet. The other boy questioned,

"What are you trying to accomplish?" Lu Ten held back the urge to smack him and bit out,

"I'm training, what does it look like? Now go away."

"That doesn't look much like training to me. Falling, maybe. Is that how you plan to win the war in the Firenation? Falling on people?" The prince growled and tried to get up into a fighting stance. He nearly attacked before he noticed the teasing quirk at the corner of his friend's lips, and the amused glint in his eyes. Oh. He was just joking with him. Lu Ten relaxed and sighed, earning a chuckle from Jet.

"You thought I was serious."

"No I didn't." The prince said, a little too quickly to be believed.

"Right." Lu Ten opened his mouth to retort, but closed it. Jet saw right through him. He had already seen enough to know that Lu Ten was seriously pissed off. And he had chosen to try and cheer him up. Lu Ten found his anger waning at the thought.

"Come on. We should get going." The prince said. Jet looked around before asking,

"What about…him? Should we wait up?" Lu Ten caught his eye and gave him a look.

"I could care less if that jerkbender ever comes off this mountain top. I say we leave now."

They walked back towards the Oracle where Oma and Shu were waiting.

"You know…you gave him a pretty good beating. You know, for someone from the Firenation." He smirked as the prince punched him in the arm.