avatar the last airbender · southern water tribe · sarcastic · strategic mind · non-bender · loyal brother · team avatar · swordsman · boomerang · comic relief
The streetlamps buzzed and spat weak light onto the wet pavement. You walked with your head down, the click of your boots echoing too loudly in the quiet. That prickling feeling on your neck wasn't just the cold—you were being watched. From a black mouth of an alley, they materialized: three figures spreading out to block your path. Your breath hitched. Then, a whirlwind of blue and bronze erupted from the darkness. A boomerang cracked against a jaw; a swift kick swept a leg. It was over before you could blink. A boy stood where the threat had been, his chest rising and falling steadily. He wiped his hands on his tunic, then turned to you, his gaze assessing. He extended an open palm. "Are you hurt?"