A/N: Helloe there. It is me with an update fresh off of the press... or my word document rather but the former one sounds a lot more professional no? Anyway, I really have nothing to say. Life is mundane and full of nasty tests and new math teachers that aren't nearly as cool as my old one. Gah! Whatever, my problems not yours, you guys probably just want to get on with the reading.
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Previously on Events Unexpected…
"I will begin to send troops at your King's request. I also want negotiations for the conversion of Omashu into a Fire Nation trading station to commence. That will be all."
And then Kaji was gone, leaving Izuru to pick herself up after a time and slip out of the palace and onto the air vessel awaiting her.
General Hao Sung was standing at the fore of the massive ship that sat quiet and dark amidst the rolling expanse of Arctic Ocean that lay to all sides of it. His breath came out in short huffs of condensed water molecules mixed with hints of carbon dioxide. The furs overlapping to cover the bulk of his military jacket swayed in the biting chill of the night's wind. The small salt particles clung to the fabric and his tongue each time he took in a larger breath for a sigh or a yawn. It was nearing midnight, or the banality of the journey was overtaking his sense of time. Another gust of torrential gales caused his body to spasm in an attempt to regain some warmth through friction, mostly to no avail. The North was not a place he had been born for. Hao Sung had lived the majority of his life on the seashore of the southern Earth Kingdom where his mother had taken him at the tender age of ten. His parents had both been of the Fire Nation, though his bending had come from his mother and was reflective of her Earth Kingdom origins. She had fled to her parents when his father had learned of his birth; being a member of the court Hao Sung had been a liability to the man's political career and was to be disposed of post haste. That had been a long time ago though, just over thirty years next fall.
His hands gripped at the frozen railing; pretending not to feel the sting of the ice particles clawing at his skin even beneath the leather gloves. The North Water Tribe was not even a nautical league away but the ship and the armada trailing behind it had been instructed to extinguish all lights so as to creep up undetected. It was not prudent to move further until the light of morning though, what with all of the loose icebergs floating around like natural mines ready to sink even the sturdiest vessels. Even the green flags of the Earth Kingdom had been lowered so as to camouflage better with the grey expanse of water illuminated by the faint light of the moon spilling out from behind a canopy of low clouds. His eyes, green as the scales of the tropical snakes tangled in the trees of the jungles of his home region, scanned the area before returning to his clenched fists. They had been assaulting the city for a few weeks by that point and had weakened it sufficiently, in his opinion, to not need the backup that had been sent by the Fire Lord and was arriving by the hundreds every minute. Hao Sung held no love for the Fire Nation, but now he was to fight a war that would inevitably lead to its ascension to world dominating power once more. It was a conflicting thought to him; at best he tried to ignore the nagging pit in his stomach and forget about the bitterness rising in his throat. He would do it for the one person that had been able to ignite something within him since the death of his sick mother at the hands of a disease they were too poor and isolated to cure. The woman standing beside the King that fateful day when he had bowed before the man and begged for a position in the national army and been refused. She had convinced the monarch otherwise; she had promised that he would be taken care of and trained as long as he swore loyalty to her; she had been as a benevolent spirit wrapping him under her protective chi. He often liked to think of it as having been love at first sight, but he remembered the initial trepidation that came with every encounter of someone who held a high rank. Hao Sung was not one to be betrayed twice once he had learned his lesson. Still, the Dai Li leader had only shown him proof of her good will and mutual friendship. That was why he stood there now, gripping at a frozen chunk of steel and hoping that the sun would rise soon so that he could work his muscles out of their cramped state. With the sun's rise, the battle would ensue and he would repay Izuru Kain for all she had given him with her acts of kindness and compassion. With the sun's rise the North Water Tribe would tremble under the conjoined siege of the Earth Kingdom fleet and Fire Nation navy as it atoned for its sins against the ideals of world peace. With the sun's rise, they would take the capital and the Water Tribe would be theirs.
His thoughts were interrupted by a lower ranking soldier running up to him and handing over a message. The paper was difficult to maneuver as his hands were starting to feel the effects of hypothermia set in and shook with each twitch of muscle and tendon. His eyes scanned the delicate script swiftly before handing it back to the man awaiting his response and nodding in acknowledgment, dismissal, and concession. The man retreated into the darkness cast by the looming command tower of the naval vessel. Moments passed with no indication that they had gone by except the repeating intervals of the waves crashing against the side of the great battleships as though trying in vain to defend its people from the oncoming onslaught. Hao Sung began to wonder when the hell the unexpected visitor was going to show. He had been informed that the Fire Nation was sending some of its best men, but to be sending someone of that rank in the hierarchy was amazing if not a little imprudent.
"General Hao Sung I presume," a silver-tongued voice spoke from behind him. He turned and nodded before going down on one knee and bowing in deference to the person nonchalantly standing on the deck next to him. He nodded stiffly garnering a snide smirk and a sarcastic remark of, "I have heard so much of your valor."
"I am flattered to have been mentioned to one of your rank and influence, Fire Lord Kaji," he replied in a robotic monotone. The golden eyes looking down at him swirled with a light that could not have been dimmed by the deepest pit of darkness and glowed even with the absence of light caused by the new moon hanging black in the midnight sky. If Hao Sung was to guess, he would not be afraid to bet that La had hidden her face in fear of the firebender standing there in her loose fitting black pants and black military officer's jacket with spiraling golden trim and red neckline and cuffs. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun with her crown stuck tightly into it, leaving only her long bangs to fall on either side of her face and curl around her sharp chin. The devilish crimson lips were pulled into a smile that screamed her love of fighting and the adrenaline that came with defeating her opponents.
"I have heard that you have cut off the city's supply lines through explosives in the escape tunnels and the destruction of the two elevator shafts running up the glacier. It is my sincere hope that the plans I gave you were of use in the battles. The Fire Nation is shamed to not have been able to do more for such a long time, but my position is tentative at best when it comes to military ventures. You understand, yes?"
Hao Sung was unsure as to whether the Fire Lord was trying to assert her contributions to the fight that had cost him quite a few of his best soldiers or whether she was genuinely apologizing for her late entrance into the battle. He was uncertain as to the aura exhibited by the girl. She was pleasant and charming, not at all utilizing rank in anything she said, but there was an unspoken chasm between him and her; something that he felt in his bones that made him feel as insignificant in her presence as a chicken-pig standing before a dragon. His voice came out weaker than he would have liked as he let out a soft, "There is no need Your Highness."
"Well then, it is my aspiration that we will grow closer together as this venture continues forth now that I am here with my men and you with yours. It is my deepest wish to solidify peaceful and strong ties between our two nations, especially in the wake of the tragedy they have shared at the hands of our enemy."
"I-" Hao Sung found that his tongue felt somewhat leaden in his mouth but he forced the feeling down with a gulp and managed to finish his thought, "I assure you, your highness, it is a wish that is within us all."
Her smile was wider and definitely more genuine that the smirk before it, though it sent more chills down his spine than the sarcastic look had. She then turned on her heel, the long jacket swishing with the movement to lightly wrap around her hips before returning to the loose hanging position it had held originally as she walked away and boarded the massive steel fortress that was the lead ship of the Fire Nation flotilla. Hao Sung looked upon the overbearing ship with a renewed awe at the sheer bulk of the thing. It was as though they expected to ram the walls holding the Water Tribe capital and bring them down through brute strength. Somehow, it did not seem like such a far-off notion.
A sentry on the wall of the massive ice city leaned against his spear. His long-range rifle sat to the right side of his slumped form, resting against the parapet as he was, hunched and worn. Though immense efforts had been made to conceal it from the world, the North Water Tribe was in trouble. The economy that had been based mostly on trade of oil found in the depths of the arctic wastes and the chunks of ice exported for refrigeration was barely upholding the ever increasing deficit caused by rapid inflation in an attempt to keep up with the industrializing nations. Add onto that the constant small-scale raids that were bringing their resources to the brink of the abyss and you had a growing sense of mass panic that was choking the people. It was a veritable noose that tightened with each passing day and each consumed meal. Emissaries and letters had been sent to anyone who had been deemed able to help but most of the voyeurs had been returned with extensive bruising or had simply not returned at all. The messages sent through the telegraph had not garnered any reply, whether due to interception or having been discarded was anyone's guess. Even birds had been sent when things had become most desperate. The Southern Water Tribe had replied that they had no resources to send and did not wish to involve themselves in a war against both the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom's conjoined forces. Republic City's response was more difficult to interpret. One message sent assurance of support from the United Forces but, with the absence of a North Water Tribe representative and the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation councilors in a deadlock with the Air Nomad and Southern Water Tribe delegates, there had been no attempt to uphold the promise. As things were at the present, it was them alone; alone against the most powerful navy the world had ever seen and the most populous continent on the planet with seemingly infinite reserves of both men and supplies.
The sentry closed his eyes and let the smell of sea breeze fill his lungs. He was scared, they all were. They would not be able to hold out for much longer and with all escape routes from the city, even the ones held under guarded secret, either blockaded or in ruins, hope was becoming another commodity quickly drying up. Well, he figured, there really is no use in thinking that far ahead when I could be dead by the end of tonight anyway. He had no family so there really was no one of immediate concern other than himself at present and the plight of his fellow citizens was something he had learned to skirt whenever possible.
It was only when he reopened his eyes that his heart figuratively plummeted like a stone into the soles of his feet. Unlike the attacks of a few small, quick, and maneuverable vessels with minimal damage to the outer wall in order to weaken them through fatigue, he was now looking at a massive force of hundreds of ships. The waters were barely visible below the swaying grey masses converging on them like some spearhead, heading straight for the wall that seemed all too thin to protect them now.
His voice rang out before he blew the walrus-tusk horn he had strapped around his neck. Similar blows rang out along the expanse of the ice bulwark, alerting all soldiers to their positions and all civilians to the safety of the inner wall. The sentry took up his position as comrades took up theirs alongside him until there was a long line of waterbenders sitting back on their legs with arms raised and waiting. Together, with one sweeping motion as though they were controlled by the mind of a single entity, they swung their arms in a downward circular motion whilst digging into their hind legs for balance and support. Swinging up to complete the circle and compliment the pull motion with a push, they sent forth a barrage of icicles, some long enough to spear a man head to toe and still embed well over a foot into the ground he was standing on. Small cheers burst out from the younger recruits in the ranks as a few found their marks and five ships erupted into a raging inferno and sunk into the subzero waters underneath. The others could only see the rest of the fleet bearing down on them and noted the fact that there had been bursts of flame that had not come from the engines of the ships exploding. Their fears were only intensified at the site of the Fire Nation flag flapping high over the prows and crow's nest of the new, sleek warships among the Earth Kingdom armada. Old fears of the Hundred Years War erupted among the older, more experienced fighters. They had not forgotten the stories of their parents and grandparents of the prowess and determination displayed by the warriors of Agni.
Below the wall and the despairing people occupying it, a smug look was crossing over the face of the girl standing in front of the bridge. Kaji reveled in the feeling of accomplishment as the projectiles sent her way were futilely melted or blocked by the metalbenders that had been brought over to each Fire Nation ship that had come the previous night. There was little in the way of rock here and any was far too embedded in the ice to be useful. However, there were thousands of metal ships. The ones sinking were quickly salvaged by the earthbenders on the adjoining ships and converted into missiles or shields against the icicle torrents sent their way. Five had sunk but that was nothing and the numbers would diminish as the hours went by. The waterbenders were out of resources and fatigue would set in soon. She couldn't help but bitterly replay Izuru's arguments against her participation in the fight. She was not one to simply stand back and let others have the opportunity to befuddle her plans. Not to mention there was no action in staying in the lacquered palace with sniveling politicians. This was where she belonged. The battlefield was where her powers were not bridled for fear of hurting someone who could become useful later. Here she could unleash all of the pent up anger and hurt without consequences adverse to her purpose.
Her ship was nearing the first wall keeping the city's parameters safe. She had promised that she would be helpful as an ally to the Earth Kingdom and this was where she would make her first mark. This was where she would ensure that the Fire Nation got ample credit and ample spoils for its participation. She turned away from the panorama of glass that gave her a perfect view of the destruction raining down on the heads of her foes. Her descent was slow and, she liked to think, amply dramatic without being too flamboyant and losing taste. Each step that took her closer to the front of the ship was made with the air of a daughter of Agni. She was chosen by one of the most powerful spirits in existence. She would spread that power, held within her hands, to all of the corners of this world, even the forsaken ones in the dismal North and South Poles.
A stray ice spear, deflected by the ship to her right, sailed into her line of sight. She quickly dropped into a three-point crouch and swung her left leg into an arc as she propelled her body into a spin on the right ball of her foot with her hands. The blue inferno that consumed the water particles instantaneously vaporized them, completely forgoing the liquid phase by the sheer heat given off by her attack. She picked herself up again, happy with how much movement her attire offered to her. At first she had been unconvinced that the material that clung so closely to her shoulders and arms would conform to some of her more intricate movements, but it was proving quite adept at its task. She had finally reached the point that speared out of her ship in the shape of a roaring dragon's head, completely covered in gold-leaf. They had overtaken the rest of the fleet by a few yards, but she could see, out of the corner of her eyes as she swept her gaze from her far left to her right, that the other Fire Nation ships had taken their places at the front of the offensive strike. On each bow was another Fire National, awaiting her orders to fire. Her arm went high into the air, the black gloves covering her delicate hands from the bite of the cold swaying a little with the violent, yet fluid motion. The wall was so close now that she could almost make out the faces of the waterbenders arrayed on top of it. Her hand cut down indicating that it was time. Without stopping the hand's trajectory, Kaji shifted her feet so that her right leg was behind her left in a side-horse stance. Her other hand swept in a half-circle to join the first one by her dan tien. The electricity bristled under her fingertips and caused the hairs on her arms and neck to stand on edge with the static. Her eyes narrowed to focus on the center of the carved sigil of the North Water Tribe. It was not the perfect target and would most likely not bring the rampart down, but it was the psychological significance that she was targeting. There would be enough time after her first strike, to finish the job.
The eyes of the senior fighters facing the oncoming ships, all of Fire nation origin, widened with understanding as they beheld the choreographed stances and hand motions being performed below. A few tried to shout for the others to get down and take cover but the words were too late to leave their lips. The younger men and women only stared in shock as their enthusiasm changed to dread at the sight of the vortex of lightening coming their way. They had no time to move, no time to even scream as the storm bore down on them in less than a second. The air crackled at first, the tension built up among the polar water molecules holding the ice lattices together under their feet as the hydrogen bonds broke for the more electronegative stream of energy coming their way. Then even the covalent bonds holding the atoms together sizzled into nonexistence with the hit of the lightening strike of twenty firebenders. The wall really had no chance of recovery.
Kaji's hit took out the majority of the seal, the only part left being the small lower sweep of the circle encompassing the interior design and some bits of the wave furrows scratched with the precision of generations of skilled hands. Within mere moments it was gone as though it had never existed. The rest of the firebenders aimed lower than the one before, forming a sort of columnar gap in the large aegis. People screamed in horror as the floor disappeared beneath their feet and they plummeted to their deaths, never to be recovered for proper burials or even to be seen by the eyes of another human ever again. Those close to the large hole were left with extensive scarring and cases of blindness from the barrage. Those fortunate enough to be farther away felt the warm liquid blood pour from their broken eardrums and heard nothing but ringing in their heads as they attempted to find order and explanation from what had happened. They had held out for weeks, their predecessors had held out for decades; yet now the walls that had once been deemed nigh-impenetrable had fallen in a matter of moments. It was impossible, inconsolable, and it had occurred with not even a faint possibility of retaliation.
Kaji shifted to put her hands on the railing guarding the perimeter of the ship. Her body leaned over it like she was some overjoyed kid having finally reached a vacation spot after a long and tiring voyage. In a way, it felt like that. The waterbenders above them were still scrambling to regain their bearing whilst they were sailing right through the literal giant hole in their defenses. Water rushed in from the sea to fill the canals that fed into the inner city and the houses around it. Another few bouts of fire and lightening created an opening large enough for two ships to go in flanking each other. Her eyes never left the approaching landing where another battalion of defenders were rushing to get into five by five groups, each waving their bodies in fast gestures as they gathered the waters around them and utilized the ocean to crush the oncoming enemies. Kaji knew she had to hurry as she could feel the pull of the open sea increase tenfold and begin to overwork the engines of her ship. They only needed a few more feet before they would be in distance for her to leap out and dispatch a few waterbenders. It was becoming quite obvious that she would have to dispel those on the ground before the rest of the force would be able to enter as her ship lost the battle between the forces of nature and the will of its masters.
Looking over her shoulder she waved her hand and shouted, "Harpoons! Release the anchors!"
Following her instructions the two weights were dropped into the crystal water. Splashes that reached higher than the deck itself marked the entrance of the bulk of metal and the rattle of chains as it descended rang out in echoes, bouncing off of the massive glacial walls surrounding them in a bowl. The anchors hit bottom after a few minutes and the pressure exerted on the vessel was held at bay by the taut iron links connected to the ocean floor. Next came the harpoon guns. Two jagged spears were catapulted into the landing. One struck through a waterbender before embedding itself into the solid ice, his prone body flailing in its dying throws before convulsing into stillness.
Kaji didn't even wait for the lines to be secured or even for the reinforcements from the bowels of the ship to follow her. She backed up before taking a leap from the ship and catching the rope tied to the harpoons into her right hand. She used the momentum to swing herself into a wide arc, avoiding the water whips and daggers thrown in her direction. Her hands burned slightly with the friction from the rope as she slid down its length and landed in a roll on the frozen ground. Not waiting to regain some semblance of where she was exactly, she propelled herself on a jet of indigo fire, blasting out of the mass of waterbenders no doubt trying to encircle her. She slid to a halt about a yard away from the, now broken, ranks. Turning to face them, she couldn't hide the smile that formed due to their bewildered expressions at seeing the Fire Lord herself, facing against them. They were soon over the initial shock and began to move toward her.
At least fifteen soldiers were running at her with their hands enveloped in water. She took in a breath, filling her stomach with the heat that would soon explode out of her hands and feet. Her first attacks were fireballs hurled at random into the coalition of bodies coming at her. It was not really a precision move as much as it was for more time and to halt their progress. The waterbenders dodged gracefully, moving out of the way with a practiced ease that came with their style of fighting. Four slowed their pace and conjured up water tentacles to surround them. Another two formed spheres of the liquid before starting to shoot out ice daggers with each clockwise spin of their element. The final nine kept coming at her without restriction.
The first to reach her was a relatively lanky boy with a wolf-tail hairstyle. His fist and frozen dagger sailed over her head as she ducked out of the way. Her own fist connected with his stomach and sent his spinning into the boy behind him, both crashing to the ground winded. The next series of attacks were a combined effort from a close-range girl and one of the sphere-enclosed boys. The girl's water whip was actually able to graze Kaji's shoulder, ripping the seams of her jacket and letting the cool air hit her flushed skin. The cool, even with it being exponentially more frigid there, had no effect on her now that her body was pumping blood a mile a minute. Kaji's hands spiraled in waves of fire, vaporizing the daggers and veins of water coming at her. The building frustration was evident in the eyes of her attackers as each assault was discarded and they began to get pushed back by the roaring walls of fire that were being conjured up in front of the firebending girl. Not to mention that others had come to join the fray. Kaji emulated the spherical balls of protection with her own ball of fire, bathing everything beyond it in a hazy blue mirage. It didn't help her visibility, but she had enough energy and concentrated chi to make a few miscalculated outbursts and, if they hit, then all the better. The first three streams of fire hit two of the unprotected warriors. Their bloodcurdling cries resounded as they fell to the icy ground, clutching at the burns on their faces and chests. Some tried to quell the pain with snow only to find that the fires were staunch about not being put out. The rest had frozen in fear at the fate of their compatriots, looking between the charred forms and the monstrous girl on fire that was coming ominously close to them. The small moment of hesitation was all Kaji needed to hit another three. That left only the four with the tentacles, still far enough to not be an immediate threat, and four others. Kaji decided to speed up the inevitable conclusion of this match. She broke her fireball and pushed herself into the air before flipping down to the ground. Before she reached it, she flung out a leg and a slash of pure cerulean fire careened toward the Water Tribe soldiers. One more was floored or dead; Kaji could not tell as she rushed past the body and delivered a roundhouse punch into the face of a boy holding a spear. His head was the first thing to hit the ground and he lost consciousness almost instantaneously. A dagger caught her across the cheek and she growled as her blood began to flow out. She hated facial wounds because of the inconvenience of the crimson streams marring her visage. Her next target was the closest spherical waterbender. To her dismay, even a moderately powerful punch of fire was not enough to dispel the torrential gale streaming in a circuit around the peasant. His smug look didn't help in calming her nerves either. An added complication came when another batch of waterbenders joined in on the fight. Kaji turned her attention back to the spherical assailant, gauging what the best approach would be. Her position shifted from a forward stance into a cross-stance before she spun out of it and let out another, horizontal, array of fire. Most of it was again dissipated, but the force was enough to knock the boy off kilter. She took his backpedalling to her advantage and plunged an arm and leg into the vortex of circling liquid. Her ribs felt a sharp pain as they were accosted by the lashing water pressure but it was soon over as she swept the boy's legs from under him. His blue eyes registered that he was done not even a second before her knee connected with his face and his nose broke to pierce his cranial matter. Kaji winced as her movement to keep from getting impaled on some spear or dagger caused her ribs to loudly protest. She grimaced at the thought that she had miscalculated the damage her little stunt had caused her.
Another jolt caught her in the left arm as a water whip sent her into the air before she landed in another roll. Her jacket was by then completely in tatters. One of the sleeves had actually been ripped so much that only a sliver of material held it together. She looked at it in distaste before discarding the entire thing on the floor. The cutting winds registered perfectly well that time so she brought up another wall of fire to stave off the attacks of both the natural elements and the waterbenders. By her count, she still had seven to dispatch total. Her troops were obviously preoccupied with their own fighting and she would be damned before she asked for any assistance unless her life was in serious danger of being forfeit.
"Come on Fire Lord," a jeering female octave called out from outside of her little barrier. "I thought the Fire Lord was supposed to be the toughest of the firebenders or something, but this one seems to want to hide behind her pretty little fire."
Chuckles from the others were also audible over the intense crackles and pops from the burning air around Kaji. Their taunts held little effect over her, having just taken out more than half of them while they had only managed to give her a series of scratches and a minor bruised rib. Her answer to the insults was a burst of, relatively weak in comparison to the ones she usually unleashed, lightening. The sneers immediately turned into yelps of alarm and then more groans and shrieks as the wounded fell to join the rest of their friends on the snow.
Kaji let down the wall to take in the situation after the onset of her latest attack. Two more had been dispatched and the final orb-user had fallen back to form a line with the tentacle wielders. Kaji smiled at how perfectly close they all were, sitting like a painted isle of colorful turtleducks just waiting to be toasted by her unbridled flames. Her mouth opened to let the excess fire find an outlet as she sucked in a large mouthful of oxygen. Her lungs swelled and burned with the pent up energy threatening to consume her if she did not release it. A few water whips were sent her way but they evaporated as soon as they hit her skin, hot beyond what most normal human beings, even firebenders, could take. Her legs carried her first to the right of them, and then switch to the left last minute before she made up her wall of flames and swept past them all. The tentacles fizzled out, leaving their manipulators to turn to ashes in the wake of the starved flames. The one in the sphere placed his hands over his face in an attempt to ward off the inferno only to have them and the rest of him char into a black column of ashes before blowing away in the gales surrounding the small city.
Kaji stood on slightly shaky legs as she assessed her work. Her victims were either incapacitated or had been securely sent on their way to the arms of Tui and La in the Spirit World. Her men were also just about finishing up with the measly battalions that had been sent to face them. Only about ten benders were still on their feet and they were quickly retreating to the second wall. Most of the residents of the lower sections of the capital had been evacuated during the initial stages after the primary wall had fallen. The benders aligning the main bulwark had also retreated, using designated tunnels to regroup behind the second wall as well, making sure to collapse the mountainside around the tunnels so that no one would be able to utilize them for an ambush maneuver.
Still, the day was young and they had plenty of time to form a barricade and then coalesce the remaining troops into a temporary base camp before striking out at the waterbenders. The moon was still in its weakest phase and would not offer much help to the ailing waterbenders. They would be fools to try and overtake an army of thousands through direct, frontal assault even with a full moon on their backs, especially since they were on land instead of open ocean where the tides would not be a deteriorating factor.
"Secure the lower town," she called. "Then get the rest of the men in here so that we can begin the assault on the upper divisions tomorrow. We will take the capital in stages. No use to overextend ourselves before the bulk of our forces has been organized."
"Yes My Lord," her soldiers bowed before moving to signal the ship to enter into the small dock. Another warship would flank it so that the catapults were in range of the battleground. The rest of the Earth Kingdomers and Fire Nationals would have to be brought in by boat as the landing was far too small for any of the other warships to dock there. Kaji really rather thought it quite inconvenient and bemoaned the smallness of everything having to do with the Northern Water Tribe. Just because they were situated in the middle of a glacier did not give them the excuse to not have a decent sized port. Her eyes turned away from the sea to face inward, toward the much smaller and less daunting defenses that now stood before her and Chief Satren. It was only a matter of time now.
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