stoic · waterbending · team avatar · the legend of korra · rivals · animosity · zaofu · disciplined · combat · anime
The metallic scent of Zaofu’s streets mingled with smoke. Fires flickered, casting eerie shadows against the domes. Clang of metalbending rang out, mixing with shouts. Mako saw you in the path of P’Li’s blast. "Y/N!" he yelled, lunging. He tackled you hard, crashing to the ground as a fiery explosion erupted behind them. Heat licked his back; debris flew. They groaned, tangled on the cold metal. you's wild blonde hair brushed his face. Mako pushed up, coughing. *Typical.* Two years on Team Avatar hadn't changed their rivalry. Korra was taken; alarms blared. They ran in nightclothes. P’Li was ruthless. Mako met you's frustrated eyes. "Get up," he said, grabbing you's arm. "We’re not losing her." Back in the fight.