Korvira Week

Summary: Korvira Week 2015 by Angel. A collection of the seven topics/prompts for Korvira Week 2015.

Day 5: Beginning/War – Trench

*Skipped Day 4's prompts of 'Courage/Reflection'

"Listen up, troops!" Korra roared. Asami, Bolin, and Opal rushed up towards her creating a small circle. They lowered their heads; foreheads pressed together, and clasped their arms behind each other's backs. "We're about to face a tough opponent. Our only way of winning is to have a strong offense," she explained. "Everyone focus on Kuvira. Once she's taken out, we can-"

"Korra," Asami quietly interrupted. Opal and Bolin looked over at her with wide eyes, terrified looks on their faces. She looked at them in confusion, before clearing her throat and licking her lips. "I don't think-"

"Hush, Private Sato!" she ordered. Asami pulled her lips into a straight line and ducked her head as Opal fought back a snicker. Bolin shot her a look that was mixed with 'i-tried-tell-you' and 'I'm-amazed-you're-still-standing.' "This is important. We cannot let the enemy win."

"You're doing a terrible job at leading your troops if you can't keep your plans quiet," Kuvira called out, crossing her arms over her chest. Mako fought back a smile as Wing and Wei let out a roar of laughter. Korra's face scrunched up into a frown as she slowly pulled away from the huddle. Asami quickly stepped out of her way as the Avatar strode up to the metalbender, stopping directly in front of her, toe to toe, nose to nose.

"It's not like we have any other place to go, we're out in a field," Korra snapped.

"A platoon is only as strong as its weakest link, and unfortunately that happens to be it's leader." Kuvira uncrossed her arms, reaching out and poking Korra lightly on the tip of her nose. She then curled up her fingers and flicked, a light smack sounding from the impact of Kuvira's thin fingers against Korra's nose.

"You all saw that," Korra shouted taking a step back. "She made the first strike." She growled underneath her breath before taking a step foreword. Kuvira followed her movement and soon the two had their foreheads pressed up against each other's.

Before Kuvira could retaliate, Korra pressed a light kiss to the tip of the metalbender's nose. Kuvira flinched, her eyes widening in shock, the faintest flush rushed into her cheeks. Kuvira slowly pulled her hands into fists, clearing her throat, a glare setting on her face. "You're just mad that I picked the firebender before you did," Kuvra stated.

"I don't care about him." Korra shrugged.

"Hey!" Mako called out, offended.

Korra leaned over to the side and shot him an annoyed look. "Chill, Mako, I mean in this predicament." She rolled her eyes before straightening back up, glaring once more. "I have variety and you just picked the obvious choices." She smirked. "Get ready to have your ass handed to you."

"Tough talk for someone who has a nonbender on their side," Kuvira pointed out.

"Guys," he said.

"Asami can handle herself," Korra said quickly, at the same time as Asami said: "I can handle myself."

"Guys." Mako tried again, running a hand through his hair.

"Can we start?" Opal asked.

"I think we have to wait for their mediocre trash talking to end," Wing said with an eyeroll.

"In case you've forgotten, I did lead an army," Kuvira reminded her. She made a show of folding her arms over her chest

"In case you've forgotten, I'm the Avatar," Korra boasted. She lifted her arms, and flexed the muscles, carefully bouncing each one.

"You guys!" Mako shouted. Kuvira and Korra refused to break eye contact. Instead, the two slightly turned their heads to the right, making it so that they could see the firebender out of their peripherals."It's…just…a…game!" he insisted. "It's Trench. This isn't a real battlefield."

"Why can't we just have fun?" Bolin questioned.

"Fun is for the weak!" Korra snapped. "This is war!"

"Bring it on, Avatar," Kuvira said gruffly. She reached out and placed her hand on Korra's shoulder, giving her a shove. If she really wanted to knock the Avatar over, she easily would have, but the force of her push only caused Korra to stumble back a bit.

In return, Korra rolled her eyes before sticking out her tongue. Her sneer quickly turned into a smile as Kuvira smirked in response. The two reached out and shook hands before going through the motions of their own secret handshake, which included a fist bump at the end.

"Loser buys dinner," Korra quickly added.

"You're on." Kuvira and Korra walked back to their respective sides of the field. "Let the game begin!"

AN: This story is based around the outside game called Trench.