Ivan found himself running through a field of corpses and magic dust, his sword in hand, as he rushed toward the dug-in cannons of the enemy, less than 50 yards to his front. As he did, he glanced behind him to find the rest of his platoon following him, bayonets fixed. "Forward soldiers! For the Tsar!" shouted Captain Dimitriev to his right as he gestured with his sword toward the entrenched Kordish artillerymen, hurrying to get another round of canister on his unit before they closed to melee. After a few tense seconds, he made it to the damaged earthen bastion just as his comrades rushed over the top and through the corpse-strewn breach. As the young Grand Duke followed, his teeth grit as he struggled up the slope and through the hole in the earthen rampart, pushed onward by the men behind him. He felt nothing but the purest anger toward his enemy, who'd already killed many others, as evidenced by the hundreds of corpses and other remains he'd had to march over to get here.
As the soldiers ahead of him dispersed, Ivan quickly found his men engaged with the remaining Kordish in fierce hand-to-hand fighting. The sounds of close-range gunfire gave way to desperate clashes of steel followed by the muffled gurgles and cries of the wounded and dying. He quickly jumped into the fray, lashing out at any Kordishman he could, deciding to go for a young gunner who stood before him. His first move was a feint cut from the left, causing the man to raise his sword before ending the fight with a quick thrust with his *spadroon as his men continued to pour into the position causing it to become ever more crowded.
As the realization of what he'd just done caught up with him, Ivan stood stock still, his eyes gazing at the man he'd just stabbed as the Kordish gunner dropped his sword and fell to the ground on his back, dislodging the young Grand Duke's blade from his chest. He watched as his blue and red coat quickly filled with blood while more poured out of his mouth. The man sputtered and croaked as the gunner struggled to breathe, his hand reaching out to his comrades until, at last, his green eyes glazed over, and his arm fell limp. Ivan shivered in place, his mind stricken with shock and awe as he stared at the body. Suddenly, he found himself dragged from his stupor when two more Kordish gunners rushed him, one cutting him in the chest with his hanger and the other hitting him near the top of his right thigh. "Ugh!" Ivan fell to the ground, his dark green jacket and white trousers stained red with his blood.
He tried to stand up, only for his right leg to erupt with pain and prevent him from doing so. Instead, he slowly backed away as the two rushed after him, intent on finishing him off. However, before they could, his soldiers came to Ivan's aid, defending him long enough for several others to pick him up and carry him back to friendly lines. As they did, the young Grand Duke felt the scene shift, and he found himself lying on the ground as a young nurse came into view. Her stern amber eyes fixed on him as her porcelain skin glistened in the sun. "Well, don't just sit there. Get up!"
"Wha-!" shouted Ivan as he sat up, cold sweat running down his forehead, as he turned to find Major Dimitriev standing over him, his arms crossed over his chest as he cocked his brow. "W-What is it?"
"Come, your father wants to see you," he said as he turned to exit the tent, only ducking to ensure his plume didn't catch on the roof before disappearing out of view.
Ivan took a moment to gather his bearings. "What a miserable dream," he whispered before standing up and making his cot. Thankfully, he'd been so tired he left his jacket and trousers on, meaning Ivan only needed his visored fatigue cap, which he took before following after the Major.
Upon leaving his tent, Ivan noted the faint glow of the sun on the lower eastern horizon. He also regarded the various sentries and the installation of telegraph poles throughout the camp. Upon arriving at the headquarters, Ivan quickly made his way to the entrance, finding Major Dimitriev waiting for him, and the two exchanged salutes before entering the main tent. Inside, he found his father seated with some of his aides-de-camp around the map table, with the rest of the space taken up with senior officers from various units. All was silent as his father stood up and addressed the gathered commanders. "Well, now that everyone is here. Let us begin," he paused to pull out a box which he opened to reveal many grainy black and white photographs. "Now, before I get to these, we have some business. First of all, I wish to inform you we will be throwing a parade in honour of..." his father trailed before he gestured to Ivan, with some other officers also glancing at him.
"Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Azula of the Fire Nation," said Ivan, finishing his father's statement as others began whispering.
"Yes," Nikolai began where he left off, halting any further discussion between the officers. "However, first, there will be a review, then she and her staff will join me to conclude the negotiations we started the previous evening," he concluded. "Now, any questions?" In response, Ivan, recalling his offer to Azula, raised his hand. "Yes, Grand Duke?"
"When I spoke with the Princess, I offered to act as a translator. So would it be possible for me to accompany her?" he asked.
His father seemed to consider his words as the other commanders turned to him and then to each other with mixed expressions. "I don't see why not?" Nikolai replied with a slight grin before he cleared his throat and continued with the meeting. "Now, for the photos that our aviators took last night," he began as his aides picked up boxes of photos and began circulating them around. After waiting for a few minutes to allow each man present to have a glance, he continued. "Now, as you can see, our potential adversaries have built quite the fortress for themselves."
"Ha, our guns should take care ofthat!" stated a Major General of the Artillery, with others nodding in agreement or giving a slight chortle at his enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, of course. No one here doubts your men's ability to turn those walls to ruble, Dima," stated Nikolai. "However, it's not just the walls that we should draw our attention to," he began as he held up a photo of the wall from above, showing men throwing what appeared to be boulders several times their size into the air quite a distance.
"That- That can't be possible!" shouted one man.
"This must be the work of sorcery!" shouted another.
"ENOUGH!" bellowed his father as he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, causing the room to grow silent. "While I agree with your sentiments, we should hold off on any accusations until we've discussed this with Her Royal Highness," he finished as the other Officers begrudgingly murmured their agreement. "Then it's settled. Now, return to your units to await further instructions," upon concluding his statement, the elder Grand Duke gestured for them to leave. But, when Ivan turned to follow the others, Nikolai gestured to him. "Ivan, come, I wish to speak with you,"
Ivan nodded before walking closer to the table. "What is it?"
Nikolai sat back down and waited for all the officers to leave. "It's about the Princess,"
"What about her?" Ivan inquired.
"You like her, don't you?" he asked as a slight grin appeared on his features while Ivan's cheeks turned pink.
However, just as quickly, he scowled as he glared at Nikolai. "Don't be ridiculous, Papa! I've only just met her!" he shouted in response.
Nikolai chuckled. "That may be true, but I can tell you do. Even if you don't know it yet," he posed as Ivan shook his head.
"Is that all you had to say?" he asked with a glare?
Nikolai smiled. "Yes," he said before getting up and embracing Ivan across the table. "Now, I'd suggest you hurry. Your Colonel is waiting," he whispered into Ivan's ear.
"What about the Princess?" Ivan said as he broke the embrace.
His father's face grew smug as he checked his pocket watch. "It is currently 6:52. So I will send someone to get you at 7:05," he said as he placed it back in his pocket. "Dismissed," Ivan saluted him before turning and marching out of the tent.
As always, Azula stepped out of her tent to find the camp still quiet, save for the few sentries who continued to make their rounds, not daring to glance at her as she passed. When she walked out of the main gate of the large iron wall, she was surprised to hear the faint burst of trumpets and drum beats echoing from the Ruskian camp. She then aquired a spyglass and watched with interest as they exited their tents en masse before lining up in large formations with colourful flags and banners held high and music echoing in the wind. She had come out here to practice her firebending, yet, so enthralled was she with the intriguing scene that the thought quickly slipped her mind. As she watched them go about whatever they were doing, she had to say the Ruskians were fascinating. The men of the Fire Nation relied upon intimidation and power to cow their enemies. Yet, these displays didn't frighten her in the slightest. Despite this, they still seemed motivated and organized with a distinct air of purpose and duty. Then came a faint hum which followed the other instruments as she saw the Ruskian flag begin to rise on the giant flagpole she saw last night. At first, she was confused until she squinted her eyes to see it was soldiers singing along with the music.
"Боже, Царя храни!
Сильный, державный,
Царствуй на славу, на славу намъ!"
(God, save the Emperor!
Strong and sovereign,
Reign for glory, for our glory!)
She closed her eyes, allowing the powerful piece to absorb her thoughts as it sent a chill down her spine. Even though she had never been one for music, she couldn't help but feel at peace as she heard this strange, foreign hymn echo over the plain.
"Царствуй на страхъ врагамъ,
Царь православный!
Боже, Царя,храни!"
(Reign to the fear of your enemies,
Tsar of our ancient faith!
God save, the Tsar!)
The song ended on an extended note before Azula opened her eyes, watching perplexed as all the men fell to their knees and took off their headdresses before bowing their heads. She could faintly hear voices, but it was too quiet to make anything out. After about a minute, they got up and placed their headwear back on. They again stood in their large formations, with their weapons in hand, as they proceeded to perform a series of complex maneuvers. As Azula continued gazing, she recalled what she'd seen in their camp the previous night and how it contrasted with what she was seeing now. Previously, she'd viewed them as unorganized and ill-disciplined, whereas this morning, they had demonstrated the exact opposite.
She almost chuckled at their strange equipment as she noted how none of them wore armour of any sort and their uniforms seemed more ceremonial than practical, with much gold decoration. As for weapons, most seemed to carry strange thrusting spears and wore short, curved swords, save the commanders, who wore long, thin blades. Others wore more strange colours and patterns yet wore long curved swords. Speaking of colours, it felt almost wrong to see so many in one army, with blue, red, green, black, grey, white, gold, and silver all making an appearance in one way or another. Why anyone would think this a good idea left her mind boggled. How could they tell themselves from their enemies? She supposed they could use their colourful banners. But, regardless, it seemed impractical. If they were benders, it might make sense. Though, now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen a single man or woman use bending. Was it possible they didn't even have benders in their homeland? "I wonder if-"
"Azula, there you are!" she was interrupted by the distinctive, ever-cheerful voice of Ty-Lee. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"
Azula turned to find the girl, followed by several soldiers walking up to her. "And why is that? Can't you see I'm busy?" she asked while gesturing towards the Ruskian army standing in formation quite some distance behind her.
Ty-Lee took a moment to gaze at the Ruskians. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen so many people in one place except for the Fire Festival," she stated in a daze before shaking herself out of it and looking at Azula. "Oh, right, sorry. I was looking for you because you weren't in your tent,"
"Why would I be? You should know I always practice in the morning," Azula stated as she crossed her arms and cocked her brow.
Ty Lee sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just...the Generals asked me to find you," she explained.
"I see," Azula replied as she thought of what to say next. However, she was interrupted by the distinct sound of hoofbeats, and she turned to find several Ruskians riding toward her on their horses. Even from this distance, she could see that Ivan was among them, surrounded by men clad in red jackets and black pants, with their chests covered in gold lacing. She also noted how they seemed to have two jackets, the first worn on their person while the other was worn loosely over the left side like a cloak.
Once they got close enough, they dismounted, and Ivan walked up to her before reaching out, gently taking her hand in his, and kissing it lightly. Thankfully, she was ready for it this time, so she had a much easier time keeping control of her emotions. "Greetings, Your Royal Highness," he said as he let go and rose to full height.
"Wow, so you're the guy from last night?" Ty Lee interrupted, causing both Ivan and Azula to turn to her.
"Yes. I am Grand Duke Ivan Nikolaevich Asimov of the Ruskian Empire. Though, I am afraid I didn't get your name," he said as he genuflected.
"I'm Ty-Lee," she said with a chuckle as she took a moment to gaze at him. If Azula didn't know better, she would have thought she was examining him. Not that she would blame her, as he must have been the tallest boy she had met, and his peculiar gentile nature and confidence only added to his appeal. "Wow, I've never seen anyone like you before."
"But you saw me last night, didn't you?" he asked as he cocked an eyebrow.
In response, she smiled. "Sorry, it was dark out, and my eyes were irritated from the dust. So no, this is my first time seeing you," she said, though Azula could tell she was trying to deflect. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you...again," she said, bowing slightly.
Ivan chuckled. "I suppose I can say the same," he replied as he turned to Azula. "I'm sorry if I was interrupting anything, Your Highness. But, my father would like to speak with you."
"Now?" she asked as he nodded. "Very well. But, I should like to bring our commanders to affirm any agreement,"
Ivan beamed and nodded. "But of course, Your Highness," he stated. "Besides, it would be an honour for them to attend this morning's parade after our negotiations conclude."
"Good, I look forward to it," she said as she turned to the soldiers and Ty Lee. "Come, we need to find General Chi, General Xang, and the War Minister," she began walking back toward the camp, with the others following behind her.
As they walked away from the Ruskians, Ty Lee leaned in and whispered to her. "You know, he's kinda cute."
The Crown Princess rolled her eyes but kept walking. "I suppose. Though he doesn't seem like your type," she said as they passed through the gate.
In response, Ty Lee turned to her in disbelief. "Hey, how would you know? You only met him last night," she said as she pointed her finger in accusation. "Besides, you already made it clear you weren't interested."
Caught off guard, Azula turned to her friend with slight confusion written on her face. "And when did I say that?" she asked as she cocked a brow.
"Last night, in your tent," Ty Lee replied as she crossed her arms and gave Azula a knowing look.
In response, she sighed. "You know what? I don't care, but you and Mai are not coming," she said before continuing at a quicker pace as she tried to suppress the strange feeling in her stomach at the thought of Ty Lee gaining his affection.
"Why?" She asked in confusion. "I thought you wanted us to stick together?"
"Isn't it obvious? He asked only for me and the Generals, which doesn't include you and Mai," she replied before leaving her and entering her headquarters, though now she felt a sense of satisfaction for some reason.
Soon enough, Azula had gathered her commanders and set off for the Ruskian camp on their rhinos, followed by 1000 of the best soldiers at her disposal. Of course, Azula never had a great love for the large, horned creatures, but her mongoose lizards didn't give the same impression as the hulking beast she was riding now. "The sacrifices one makes for appearances," she whispered to herself. This time, she rode alone, ahead of the others. As she rode up to the Ruskians (there were so many of them she would've spent half an hour going around them,) she noted how they stood facing her from both sides, their weapons held on the right side from the bottom, with the officers holding their swords, pointed downward while their arms held firmly at their sides.
Suddenly, music erupted from behind the ranks of soldiers. Then, not a moment after, she saw the Ruskians turn their heads and eyes to her in unison as the officers snapped their swords in front of them. As for the soldiers, they took their weapons in both hands and extended them forward. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Never had she seen such a masterful display of unity and discipline, even from the Imperial Firebenders. Sure, she saw how they kept formation previously, but this was on an entirely different scale. All it took was a wordless command, and now hundreds, possibly thousands of men, were all gazing at her as the music played in the background. Their trumpets bleared, and drums beat away, pushing her to move faster as she held herself high, her eyes straight ahead, facing several men who stood before her. She both Grand Dukes among them, and the others she recalled from last night. She rode up to them before dismounting and walking up to them. "Greetings, Your Highness," said Nikolai as he and the others bowed respectfully. "It is good to see you again,"
Azula begrudgingly did the same. "I should say likewise, Grand Duke," she began as she rose. "Now, let's skip the formalities and get straight to business, shall we? I should like to ensure there is no opportunity for any misunderstanding," she stated coolly, summoning an air of authority.
"But of course, if you will follow me," he said as he bowed while gesturing for her to follow before turning and leading her towards the same tent she had entered last night.
When the procession arrived, all those present entered the main tent, with the Ruskians entering first, followed by Azula and her delegation. The Fire Nation soldiers stood guard nearby, just as she had ordered them to, should anything go awry. Upon entering, Azula found the interior to be the same as the previous night, with only minor additions. These included hand-drawn pieces on the map with flame emblems and several small wooden boxes which also sat atop the table. There was also an ink pot and a writing board with a piece of paper. Nikolai proceeded to the other side, along with his aides, while Azula and her companions sat on the chairs that the Ruskians seemingly prepared for them. "Well, now that we are all here, I have something to ask of you, Your Highness," he began as he opened one of the boxes and took something out of it. For a moment, Azula tensed, ready to spring into action should Nikolai or the others attempt to harm her. Instead, he pulled out several thin pieces of paper before laying them in front of her. As she gazed at the black and white pictures, she and the others were stunned to find they were depictions of Ba Sing Se. Not only was this enough to cause her concern, but what caused her to pause was that these incredibly realistic art pieces depicted a birds-eye perspective. To Azula, this meant one of two possibilities: These Ruskians either had a secret force of Air Benders or, more likely, a flying machine.
"How did you get these?" asked War Minister Qin in an accusatory tone.
Nikolai, however, retaliated with a glare of his own. "I will only tell once you answer my question," he said as he picked up one of the pictures, this one showing an Earth Bender in the midst of throwing a boulder, which was heading almost directly toward whoever made it. "How is this possible?" he asked firmly.
For the second time in under a day, Azula's pupils widened in shock as she comprehended the gravity of Nikolai's statement. She stared directly at him, looking for any sign of deception. Yet, much to her astonishment, she couldn't find a single deceptive tell, meaning that what he'd just said was the truth. He didn't understand what the picture showed, which meant he didn't know of the bending arts. However, there was only one way to be sure.
So, Azula stood up and cleared her throat, causing everyone in the room to gaze at her. "What you see before you are Earth-Bending, Your Imperial Highness," she replied. But just as she knew he was about to speak, she continued. "It is the art of harnessing the earth," she paused as she allowed Nikolai and the others to comprehend. "In bending, there are four elements: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water," she explained as the Ruskians continued to listen. "However, we believe that, due to our advances in technology and philosophy, we of the Fire Nation should be the ones to show the other nations the path to prosperity," Azula continued, citing the speech for her last year of school. "I am Azula, proud daughter of Fire Lord Ozai, Crown Princess of the Fire Nation, and the greatest Fire Bender the world has ever known," she lit the tip of her finger with a blue flame to demonstrate her mastery over her element. "Now, does that satisfy-" she paused as she noticed the Ruskians staring at her with fearful expressions, their hands on their swords. She turned her head to find the soldiers at the entrance holding their weapons at their shoulders, with what she now realized was a hollow pipe in the center, which seemed to be why the spearhead offset to the right.
Nikolai, for his part, remained in place, staring at her slackjawed as the Ruskians expressions grew fearful. "Господи, помилуй..." (Lord have mercy)
To say Azula was confused would be an understatement,as her eyes shifted from one man to the next. She could see their hands tremble as they grasped their weapons, the sashes worn by the officers sagging upward as they prepared to draw their swords, the one to the left of Nikolai slowly standing up, his brown eyes staring intensely at her. She knew something like this could happen, so she brought herself into a fighting stance and prepared- "Everyone, stop!" bellowed Nikolai as he stood up after regaining his composure. "Everyone, stop!" he turned to Azula and her companions. The desperation was evident in his eyes and voice as beads of sweat formed on his brow before he took a deep breath and recomposed himself. "You don't move. I'll be right back," he stated, though it sounded more like a command. Azula stared at him as he walked past her before using both hands to lower the weapons pointed at her back, with the two guards allowing him to pass. She noticed how even when he left, they kept them lowered, though their fearful eyes remained trained on her. She turned back to face the men at the table, noting how all of them had released their swords, and the one who attempted to stand sat down, though they continued shifting silently, fearfully, between the blue flame on the end of her fingers and her companions. Much to her confused horror, she noted Ivan was among them, though his eyes betrayed something she couldn't quite place. However, while the rest appeared afraid, the one to the left of Nikolai's seat, the same man who attempted to stand, continued to stare at her intently, waiting for her to make a move. Azula also noted he was the only one who wore a black collar and cuffs with red piping on his jacket, while the others wore pure red, all with gold embroidery.
On the other hand, Azula's commanders seemed ready to fight at a moment's notice, save the War Minister, whose posture showed he was preparing to flee. The tension was palpable, both sides squaring each other up, and it seemed a fight would ensue at the tiniest provocation. She couldn't help but feel- She didn't know what she felt. One moment, everything was going well. The next, she was threatened, yet, this didn'tfeellike blackmail and seemed to make no sense. Why had they reacted this way? She recalled how they had only looked at her in this fashion when she'd demonstrated her firebending. Were they afraid of it? She thought. Suddenly, she turned, battle-ready, when she heard the tent flap open and saw Nikolai enter. "Okay, good," he said as he stepped back, allowing an elderly man in flowing dark robes to walk inside.
The man slowly bent toward Nikolai while his wrinkled face and tired eyes faced Azula. "Это Азула?" (This is Azula?) he asked slowly.
"Да, это она, отец Кузьмин," (Yes, this is she, Father Kuzmin) Nikolai answered back before stepping aside. Azula stared at the pair in concern, wondering who this stranger was and why he seemed so focused on her.
The bearded stranger walked up to her, his lips curling upward in a kind smile as his grey eyes shone upon her. Despite how tired he seemed, there was so much life behind those eyes. Then, he stopped. "Come, child," he said, his heavily accented tone gentle yet commanding.
For a moment, Azula hesitated. Why should she listen to this old crow, and why did he look at her like a lost little girl? She should've insulted the man, wishing to tell him she was no mere child and demanding he shows her the respect she deserved. Yet, instead of this, she slowly walked up to him and put out her flame. "What is this?" she asked, her voice softer than she would've liked.
Instead of answering her, he took out a small vile from a pocket in his robe and emptied a small amount of yellowish liquid onto his hands before he turned to Nikolai. "Не могли бы вы помочь мне с этим?" (Could you aid me with this?) He asked, to which Nikolai nodded, walking up to join the other man. As they stood before her, Azula couldn't help the worry she felt as these two towering men (even though the older man was shorter than Nikolai, he felt no less intimidating in this moment) slowly placed their hands on top of her head.
"What are you doing!?" she demanded before they made contact.
"I apologize, Your Highness. But we must be sure. I promise, no one is going to harm you," said Nikolai in as gentle a voice he could muster.
Inwardly, Azula was furious! How dare these men touch her! She fumed. However, at that moment, there came a whisper in her ear. She couldn't hear it clearly, yet she knew it was there. As she strained to listen, she felt her mind soften, a sudden calm coming over her. As the men lowered their hands and touched her head, she made no effort to oppose them. She felt the old, wrinkled hands of the man slowly rub into her scalp without disrupting her hair. Once he finished, his hands remained still, and both he and Nikolai bowed their heads forward and closed their eyes. She, on the other hand, kept her's open.
"«Азула, силой святого священства, которым я обладаю, я возлагаю руки на твою голову. И этим очищающим маслом и во имя Господа я спрашиваю тебя, есть ли в твоей душе ложное волшебство. Если да, то пусть это будет раскрыто."
(Azula, by the power of the holy Priesthood which I posess, I place my hands upon your head. And with this clensing oil, and in the name of the Lord, I ask if there is false magic in your heart. If so, let it be revealed)
When the older man finished speaking, he and Nikolai opened their eyes and gazed at her. As she looked up at them, there seemed to be a glint of light in their eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Then, all at once, any prior tension in the room dissipated as Azula looked around to see the Ruskians visibly relax while Ivan gave her an apologetic gaze. Now she found herself even more confused. Not a moment ago, it felt like the situation would turn violent at any moment. But now, the Ruskians were content to return to their more positive attitude. Azula was only shaken out of her confused stupor by Nikolai clearing his throat. "Princess, I wish to apologize for this. We allowed our fears to overtake us. I pray you will forgive our actions and allow us to continue the negotiations?" he asked, his eyes sincere.
Now, this man STILL wanted to negotiate? That said, it was better than the alternative; trying to fight seventy thousand men was something she knew would end poorly, even if she won. So, she sighed before turning back to him. "Since you were willing to apologize, I will allow it. But if this happens again, I won't hesitate to turn you to ash," she whispered as Nikolai nodded.
"I promise you, it won't," he whispered back. "Now then, shall we continue?" Azula's commanders gazed at her, silently asking what she planned to do.
"Yes, we shall," she replied, as her men gave her nods of affirmation but otherwise said nothing before turning to face their Ruskian counterparts. "Now then, what are your demands?"
It was a long and arduous process,but eventually, both sides reached an accord. As Azula agreed the previous night, the Ruskians could attempt to capture Ba Sing Se and the surrounding regions unoccupied by the Fire Nation. Furthermore, Nikolai and Azula signed a non-aggression pact and, for the time being, allowed Azula and other Fire Nation officials to come and go as they pleased under supervision in Ruskian-held territory. He also agreed to hand over any wanted individuals to the Fire Nation while expressing interest in meeting with the Firelord to discuss matters further. Aside from this, Nikolai reaffirmed his objectives while inquiring about information regarding the Earth Kingdom. However, Azula allowed her commanders to take the lead, as she still felt uncomfortable after what happened earlier. "So, what you're telling me, is that they have the power to use the earth itself as their weapon?" Nikolai asked, concerned.
General Chi nodded, his aged hand stoking his graying beard. "Yes. However, their technology remains behind ours. But they make up for it in numbers and sheer determination," he concluded.
General Xang chuckled mirthlessly in response. "And that's if they get out from behind their great walls and fight man to man," he stated as he shook his head.
"Speaking of which..." began War Minister Chin. "Do you even have a way to penetrate Ba Sing Se? I didn't see any trebuchets on my way here," Azula perked up at this, as she hadn't given it much thought. After all, her uncle had also brought a great army. But, even though outnumbered, the Earth Army never let him make it past the great wall. So, she wondered how the Ruskians would manage. Now that she thought about it, she didn't see any clear solution for them, as the Avatar was inside, meaning they would have to contend with him as well.
In response, one of the Ruskians leaned forward, his sharp brown eyes directed at the older man. "We have everything we need," he retorted, his voice soft yet powerful. "It should be no problem," he concluded before sitting back and folding his arms confidently. Azula silently stared at the man in shock. Judging by his words, he seemed a fool in her eyes, yet she couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine at his manner of speech and the smouldering intensity in his eyes. Perhaps therewassomething that justified his overconfidence.
Nikolai turned to him, though Azula couldn't see his face. "Indeed, General Alexeev. Still, we should be cautious," he said before facing one of the other commanders. "General Boskovsky, is there anything you or the others wish to add?" he asked.
The man in question shook his head. "No, Your Imperial Highness," he said before sitting back, with the others following suit.
"Very well," he responded before turning to face Azula. "You've been rather quiet, Your Highness. Do you have something you wish to say?"
Azula, though taken off guard, nevertheless kept up her composure. "Yes. I do," she said as she turned to her left to face General Alexeev, who gazed back at her, his brown eyes trained on her from under the shade of his large, feather-plumed hat. "What did you mean by that?"
"I beg your pardon?" he asked politely, his brow raised.
"You said:We have everything we need.What did you mean by that?" Azula inquired as his eyes lit up in realization.
In response, he smirked before facing Nikolai. "Великий Князь, нельзя ли провести демонстрацию?" he asked to which Nikolai nodded. With his approval, he again turned to Azula, his smirk morphing into a grin. "You shall see, Your Highness," he finished with that soft, polite tone that made her feel uneasy.
Instead of responding to his statement, she nodded before turning to Nikolai. "Now, if that is everything, I believe we should be heading back," said Azula as she prepared to leave.
"Wait. Your Highness, have you forgotten that we wished to celebrate our agreement with a parade in your honour?" Nikolai asked.
Azula paused as she recalled Ivan's words from the night prior. Now, while she wished she could leave, she realized it would mean passing up a valuable opportunity to see their capabilities for herself. So, she sat back down and straightened herself, her expression firm and unwavering. "Yes, it would appear I did," she replied. "Now, when does it start?"
At this, Nikolai smiled. "The men are ready and awaiting my orders as we speak," he said as he stood up, with everyone following his example. "Now, shall we go?" Azula nodded and waited for him and his commanders to take the lead before following them. Though, as Ivan passed her, she noted his eyes were downcast.