Got Ya

Azubee: AzulaxSmellerbee

Her own blade would have split her lips if they had not been partially opened in fear. Leaning unstably backwards, Smellerbee scrambled in the dirt to face the Fire Nation girl who swung her own swords.

Smellerbee had come across the little threesome in the forest and challenged their leader to a fight, hoping she could tell Longshot later that she took down Fire Nation soldiers single-handedly.

Big mistake.

The girl could Firebend, but wasn't using her abilities just yet. As far as she was concerned, the filthy peasant girl (boy?) was just too much fun to taunt.

Azula spun midair, catching Smellerbee on the collarbone with the heel of her foot. A loud snap confirmed that it was broken. The Freedom Fighter gasped, trying to drag her body away from her grinning enemy.

"Slow. Very messy. You should train harder," drawled Azula. She stuck the swords into the ground at her feet. "And never let go of your weapon. Even beginners know that, but I can't say the same for cheap imitations of warriors. I mean, you just failed miserably."

Smellerbee licked her lips, one hand clutching her collarbone, the other shaking in the dirt. The Firebender circled her like a vulture, taking slow, lazy steps.

While Azula insulted her, Smellerbee thought of a Jet-worthy plan. She prayed silently that it would work, falling in a huddle at Azula's feet.

"Please don't kill me," choked Smellerbee. The princess stopped moving and grimaced.

"I didn't think you were a beggar too." She faced the injured girl, slightly pleased at the sight of her weakness.

Crawling up the front of Azula's armor, Smellerbee panted, "Please, please, have mercy! I'll do anything for you! Anything!" She was almost eye-level with the Firebender, breathing just under her chin.

Azula narrowed her eyes, but let the smaller girl dangle against her body.

Much more quietly, Smellerbee repeated, "Anything."

She could feel the warmth of her opponent beneath the armor and decided to make her move.

Their lips locked firmly in place, Smellerbee holding Azula's neck and head. She released her grip for just a second, pulling back to look at the princess' surprised face.

Smiling, Smellerbee said, "Got ya, bitch." She reared back and slammed her forehead against Azula's nose. A snap and quick flow of blood confirmed that they were now equal in broken bones. Not wasting another second, the Freedom Fighter ran away from the flames and screams. She stopped just long enough to grab her swords before hauling off into the forest.

As she ran, she couldn't help but wonder if Longshot would believe her story, still tasting the rage on her lips.

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A/N: Sorry for the gaps between updates, but thanks for still reading. I just wanna give Smellerbee a high five. Also, I love picturing broken-nose!Azula.