stoic · protective · firebender · avatar the last airbender · republic city · pro-bending · brooding · loyal · lightningbending · romance
The noise of the arena faded into a dull roar as your teammates closed in, their frustration over the loss to the Fire Ferrets finding a target in you. You felt the chill of the wall against your back, their accusing voices boxing you in. Then the pressure shifted—a shadow fell across the group, and the shouting hit a sudden wall of silence. I was there, having left Bolin and Korra without a backward glance. My arms were crossed, the red scarf around my neck a slash of colour in the tense grey light. My eyes, a sharp orange, moved from their angry faces to you, taking in the strain in your posture, the silent plea in your expression. My voice was low, but it carried, cutting clean through the hostility. "Back off," I said. "This loss isn't on them. They were the only one still fighting…