Disclaimer: Always a joy to be reminded of my lack of possession over Avatar…

A/N: I'M SO SORRYY. I'm horrible I know. Just read please…

Tokka Time!

"Okay, I hope you all enjoyed that little Battle Royal as much as I did. The surprised noises you guys make are really entertaining. That's your warm-up for tonight, now on to the normal, one-on-one matches. Toph, Azula, you're up." Mr. Lee says.

Of course.

Called to the 2nd ring, we bowed, said 'Yes sir!', and ran to opposite ends of the ring.

We meet at about an arm's length away from each other and await our instructor's signal.

Letting out a breath and trying to relax, I try not to think of the constant surveying, checking, adjusting, evading, and striking we'll be doing for 2 minutes…With no break.

Azula starts a slight staring contest and we bring our hands to the normal face guard.

Mr. Lee yells out, '"Ready!"

Our loud and long warnings, "KIA!", ring throughout the room.

"Tap gloves!"

I reach my hand out, Azula hesitantly complying then, "Begin!"

Immediately, we both tense, Azula dropping her gaze to my feet.

I file this approach for later use.

I spin 180 degrees into an open stance, watching for Azula's reaction. She switches it back to closed stance, stomping on the mat, attempting to get a reaction from me.

Heh, as if.

Eh, I'll just play along I guess…

I pick my foot up slightly, seeing if she'll capitalize.

She doesn't.

She's either testing me right back, or really has no intention of making the first move…

This continues a couple more times before Azula finally strikes. I don't move, thinking it's another wasted effort.

Wrong.

Stupid Toph…

Finding an opening, she sends a right-sided roundhouse kick and turns into 2 consecutive swap kicks.

On the last kick, I switched back into gear, sliding to the right, never leaving Azula's unprotected side. I bring up my leg into a left-sided roundhouse. Never hesitating, I let out an axe kick to the back of her head. She stumbles forward in shock, but turns around to cover her back.

It's now 2 (Azula) to 3 (me)… Focus, two close for comfort!

The next minute or so continues along the same lines, both of us shifting, taking hits and, in turn, returning them.

With 30 seconds left (score-same order: 7 to 5), I decide to use my early information to my advantage.

I start bouncing on my feet, making it easier for me to shift, strike, and fake quicker.

Faking a couple steps in various directions, I grin.

Azula's getting confused.

She's only watching my feet.

Drawing Azula to the left, I send a right-sided crescent kick to her head, hoping to catch her off guard. I land it.

But immediately she sets up a roundhouse to my chest in retaliation.

Oh, no you don't!

Turning away from her for just a moment, I send a fierce back kick into the side of my opponent's wide-open helmet. With one of her legs in the air and a hard kick that would jerk anyone standing straight up backwards, Azula's sent a couples inches off the ground and crashes onto the floor.

"And time!"

I help her up and we both walk back to the center.

"Bow and shake hands!"

Doing so, we mumble our congratulations and wait for Mr. Lee to walk over.

He stands in between the two fighters and says, "With a score of 7-9, Toph wins!"

I couldn't help the huge smile taking over my face, letting Mr. Lee hold my arm high in the air.

Azula nods in diffident recognition and we join the line, awaiting the following Kendo matches.

"Holy crap, that was amazing Toph! You were like 'POW POW', and she was like 'Argh, NO', and you were like 'YES, SCHLUH-BAM'! Winnerrrr!" Sokka excitedly…retells, waving his arms around.

"Hahah, thanks? I mean, I live for your approval." I smartly comment, trying to blow off the swell of pride rushing to me.

"Of course you do, I mean who wouldn't-" He drops his hands. "Ah. Well then. Maybe you don't live for it, but you can't act like you don't enjoy it." He replies, crossing his arms smiling at me.

Rolling my eyes, I blow a strand of my hair out of my face, "Whatever Snoozles. Hey, you never told me you did Kendo. Now, that's awesome."

"Oh yeah…I just never thought about it," He shrugs, "Plus, I knew that you would find some way to twist it against me. Like, how I only started Kendo because I secretly enjoy wearing giant skirts."

"It's a Hakama, actually. Hahah, and I dunno… It looks more like a dress. With that blouse thing ya got on…" I respond.

We both laugh.

This of course is cut short when the instructors silence the room.

"Well, now that you've seen Tae Kwon Do, it's time to see some real action. Sokka, Jet, center of the ring." Master Piando stands with his hands clasped behind his back in the center of the ring.

Sokka's POV (all of the following is from the genius mind of TwilightGD. Just edited by me...)

The two bowed to each other, never breaking eye contact.

As we squat down, waiting for sensei's call, I see a cocky smirk forming on Jet's face.

I'm not about to lose this match, but I also know if I don't stay focused, I'll end up on the wrong side of a shinai.

"HAJIMEI" Master Piando yelled.

Jet will make the first move; he was always jumping the gun…or sword as it were.

We circle each other, Jet starting to feint attack hoping to lure me in. At the third step, we both went for it, a double men strike. Backing off, we tried again, Jet a hair faster than me, but me being more evasive.

Jet comes in with a straight men cut, but I bring my shinai up in time to guard.

Luck?

Not so much on this next attack.

We backed off to get distance; Jet didn't waste anytime and shot forward before I knew what was coming.

"MEN"

Jet's shinai came down, rather hard too, onto my men.

"YAME" shouted the sensei.

I grimace, but shake it off, meeting back in the center.

"Men" Sensei raised his arm towards Jet acknowledging his point.

I can't let him get another point.

I ready myself, as does Jet. As the round continued, I paid more attention to my opponent's movements and form, trying to keep ahead as we both let out strike after strike.

'This is getting me nowhere, and fast,' Thought Jet, 'I guess I will show Ponytail here something new...'

What's with Jet's smirk?

I prepare myself for everything.

Almost everything.

I see the tip of Jet's shinai shifting down ever so slightly, and he charges forward quickly, thrusting his sword.

"TSUKI" Jet yelled.

However, Jet's aim was off. The tip of his shinai-intended for my chin guard-went right through the small space between the chin and shoulder of the men helmet.

I can't help the widening of my eyes out of shock at what just happened.

I hear a rare sound, Toph gasping.

The shinai is protruding all the way passed my head.

My neck burning from where it passed.

Sensei eyed Jet but made no comment to him using the attack.

What the heck was Jet thinking doing a Tuski! If he was just a hair more to the right he would have stabbed me through the neck!

Jet removes the stuck bamboo sword.

We get some distance and ready ourselves again.

I'm more alert than ever. I can see all of Jet's moves better.

We struck again and again, meeting in the taiatari (fist to fist), fighting for the center position.

"You're a jerk you know that?" I hiss to Jet as we continue to fight for center.

"What's wrong Sokka? Can't take my heat?" Jet quipped back smiling.

I break off, adjusting myself to proper form to assure my next move.

Jet just opts to eye me; he was no longer rushing in, but just couldn't take it. He finally moves in and raises his shinai to go for another men.

My eyes snap open fully, taking the opening.

A nano-second after Jet lifts his shinai, I bring up mine as well.

I make contact with Jet's side.

"DOU" I yell, as I moved passed Jet and ran my sword completely through his abdomen.

"YAME" sensei shouted.

Again, we returned to the center of the square.

"Dou" he stated raising his hand to me.

I sigh in relief, but quickly recover knowing it's not over yet.

This was the tiebreaker, the final round to decide the match.

We went in again, with more spirit than before, neither of us wanting to lose.

Jet was moving faster and harder, but he couldn't seem to find an opening. I started fighting differently.

I slowed down, not lowering my guard. Instead, I did what sensei taught me.

'Don't look at their sword, don't look at their hands, don't look at their feet, look at their eyes and then everything at the same time.'

I was able to see and counter or evade all of Jet's moves.

I can't keep this up though. I need to find an opening…or make one of my own.

Jet was breathing heavier now, backing off to catch his breath. He obviously wants to end this now...

I notice Jet's eyes dart from his own to slightly lower down.

He is going to use tsuki again!

Wait! I can use this, I just got to time it right…

Both of us prepare ourselves for we knew was going to be the final strike.

The air was tense as our fighting spirits pulsed. I couldn't hear anything else; see anything but Jet.

His sword tip lowered slightly again, but, once again, I noticed it. As he lunged forward, I got my shinai just under Jet's, and lifted up, pulling my opponent's with it.

Jet's shinai was now pushed completely away, leaving his entire front defenseless. Jet stared wide-eyed at me with my raised sword. I bring my sword down.

"MMEEEENNNN" I yelled with everything I had.

"YAME" Sensei shouted.

"Men" he proclaimed towards me with a-dare I say it?-small smile on his face.

"Yasume" Sensei said simply.

Both fighters kneeled down and withdrew their swords. We stood back up and stepped back to our starting positions.

We bowed to each other, but Jet didn't make eye contact with me.

Honestly, I'm so glad it's over.

I smile, returning to the slightly awestruck face of Toph.

That's right. Awestruck.

You've still got it, Sokka…

And cut!

A/N: Hahah, I had time finally, so I put up this part of the Fight Night. Hope you enjoyed!

Bed time…

Till next time!

-The Runaway