[IC]

[capthlock_rage]

[insert swooning here]

((OOC: catchall post for further Mary Sue fever threads! Mm, delicious self-indulgence. POST IS OPEN TO ANYONE))

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[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

She made her choice. She sacrificed Uncle's throne and our family to save your life.

But that was the only way, wasn't it? She couldn't have just stopped Dad, or taken you with her. She could have thought I was lying to her, like I always did...

[capthlock_rage]

Stop it!

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

Maybe she should have offered me up instead.

Then you wouldn't be having this little dilemma.

[capthlock_rage]

... We'd all be better off.

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[smiles wide, and a little manic ala Southern Raiders not that you would notice the difference]

Exactly. So why don't you finish what our great-grandfathers started?

[capthlock_rage]

Azula...

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[gestures to the mirror behind her]

The only way out of here is through me, brother. What are you going to do about it?

[capthlock_rage]

[capthlock_rage]

[slips into a fighting stance]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[slips right back into an identical stance]

Come on then...

[capthlock_rage]

[FINE]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[FINE]

[capthlock_rage]

[deflecting her fire, sending more at her with a kick]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[gosh that's so unique, possibly because Azula is doing the same thing with the kick and deflection--meeting his attack with her blue fire right between them]

[capthlock_rage]

[sending out fireball after fireball, trying to gain any ground he can]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[and isn't it amazing how every fireball collides with one of Azula's own, goading you to attack more and push forward]

[capthlock_rage]

[starting to put more force behind his attacks, pushing instead of just matching her]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[Azula takes a step back, still matching the motion of each of his attacks but with every attack he pushes she gives a little more, skidding back towards the mirror]

[capthlock_rage]

[as long as he has the advantage he's going to keep pushing her back as much as he can, putting more power behind every successive attack]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[and in that last blow where he's putting everything into it there's suddenly no more resistance and the shattering sound of a mirror as Azula's body tumbles through it]

[capthlock_rage]

[stops short]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[wow that's a lot of glass shards huh? Through the frame you can see Azula kneeling on the ground, her head bowed low and her hair falling out of its topknot and around her shoulders]

[capthlock_rage]

[approaching slowly, warily]

Azula...?

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[she's not getting up, and the closer you get the more details stand out in the dark, like the face she has her hands curled up inside her kneeling form and her shoulders are trembling]

[capthlock_rage]

[hesitates, and uncurls his fists, though his posture stays tense]