Suki wore paint on her face like he was supposed to, and her fans were actually deadly blades, and she had paid attention to the legends when her family told them to her.
“There's supposed to be a lot of magic in the world,” she told him as he tried to duck a fan-blade and ended up with an impromptu haircut. “It's gone now, but it'll come back. You have the Avatar, after all. It's only a matter of time before the spirits return. When they do, we'll be ready.”
“You guys know about the Avatar?” He swung at her clumsily with his club, and she sidestepped him easily.
“Our nation was founded by one of the previous Avatars.” She hit his arm with the flat of her fan, knocking his weapon from his grasp.
“Your nation? There aren't any nations any more. It's just the world.”
“Kyoshi island has always been its own land. In spirit if not in name.”
She knocked his feet out from under him, and with that warpaint on she looked fierce in a way he hadn't seen anyone look before. Like she was ready to go off to war and use those fans in an actual fight.
That was what a real warrior looked like.
He felt his face get hot.
“So- good fight,” he said, standing up. “I- it's lunch time. Do you want to go eat something? At a restaurant?”
She gave him a look. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
He opened his mouth. He closed it. He opened it again. “Yes?”
She raised an eyebrow, and he prepared to be shut down.
“Okay.”
Again with the mouth open, mouth closed. He was beginning to feel like a fish.
“Really?”
“But I get to kick your butt again once we're done eating.”
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Sokka spars with Suki
Date: 2010-01-15 06:53 am (UTC)“There's supposed to be a lot of magic in the world,” she told him as he tried to duck a fan-blade and ended up with an impromptu haircut. “It's gone now, but it'll come back. You have the Avatar, after all. It's only a matter of time before the spirits return. When they do, we'll be ready.”
“You guys know about the Avatar?” He swung at her clumsily with his club, and she sidestepped him easily.
“Our nation was founded by one of the previous Avatars.” She hit his arm with the flat of her fan, knocking his weapon from his grasp.
“Your nation? There aren't any nations any more. It's just the world.”
“Kyoshi island has always been its own land. In spirit if not in name.”
She knocked his feet out from under him, and with that warpaint on she looked fierce in a way he hadn't seen anyone look before. Like she was ready to go off to war and use those fans in an actual fight.
That was what a real warrior looked like.
He felt his face get hot.
“So- good fight,” he said, standing up. “I- it's lunch time. Do you want to go eat something? At a restaurant?”
She gave him a look. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
He opened his mouth. He closed it. He opened it again. “Yes?”
She raised an eyebrow, and he prepared to be shut down.
“Okay.”
Again with the mouth open, mouth closed. He was beginning to feel like a fish.
“Really?”
“But I get to kick your butt again once we're done eating.”
That sounded fun. Clearly he was losing his mind.
“And you're paying,” she added.