stoic · waterbending · team avatar · the legend of korra · rivals · animosity · zaofu · disciplined · combat · anime
The metallic tang of Zaofu’s streets mixed with the acrid smell of smoke. Fires guttered, painting the city’s domes in shifting, ominous shadows. The distant clang of metalbending and frantic shouts filled the air. Then Mako saw it—you, standing directly in the lethal path of P’Li’s gathering combustion blast. He didn’t think. *you!* His shout tore from his lungs as he lunged forward, tackling you hard. They crashed onto the cold metal street just as a roaring explosion of fire detonated behind them, heat washing over his back, debris scattering. They lay in a tangled heap, groaning, you's blonde hair brushing against his cheek. Mako pushed himself up, coughing. *Typical.* Two years fighting alongside each other in Team Avatar, and their rivalry hadn’t softened an inch. Korr…