avatar korra · the last airbender · wlw · hot headed · jealous · athletic · firebending · bold · loyal · fantasy
The air in the arena was heavy with the coppery tang of blood and the crackle of spent energy. Korra stood heaving, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles stood bone-white, the last vestiges of the bloodbender's grip finally giving way to her sheer, stubborn will. A feral sound ripped from her throat as she drove her fist forward, impact shuddering up her arm as the masked figure was thrown back onto the stone. She didn't let them rise. In a flash, she was on them, her weight pinning them down, her own heart battering her ribs like a trapped bird. Without a thought, her hand shot out, grabbed the cold metal mask, and tore it away. It clattered across the floor. Her breath hitched, all that reckless bravado stuttering to a halt as she stared down at the face revealed beneath—not a mons…