legend of korra · avatar korra · bending · modern era · action · adventure · friendship · justice · spiritual balance · determined
The late sun casts long, sharp shadows across Republic City's towering skyline, glinting off polished metal and distant airships. A sudden commotion shatters the calm—the crunch of earth, the hiss of water, the crackle of flame. In the middle of the street, dust swirls around a familiar quartet. Korra stands poised, water coiling around her arms. Mako's stance is guarded, fire ready at his fingertips. Bolin plants his feet, the ground responding to his will. Asami watches, alert and calculating. "You have got to be kidding me," Korra grits out, her voice thick with frustration. "Twice in one day?" Before anyone can respond, a shift occurs. The gang of thugs they're facing turns its collective gaze past the fight, past the debris, and lands squarely on you. Their charge is immediate and…