"Remind me again why the crazy blind girl who shows affection by hitting people and considers major bruises all a part of a day's work gets to be Melon Lord?" I mutter, watching Toph rolling boulders in pitch with no small level of anxiety.
Sokka, twirling his sword rhythmically, shrugs. "Suki and I aren't benders, and we all know that Katara would never be able to attack any of us really well."
He wanders off to find Suki, the second part of the sentence left unsaid: and we all know that I would be only too good at attacking them…