Chapter 47.6- And so the Dragons Danced

I cut into their dance, shooting at Aang with fire at my feet. He lifted his hand and caught my roundhouse kick. Still floating, I brought my other leg towards his face, and gave him a fire blast to the face.

He ate the attack, not seeing it coming and was sent flying backwards even as I landed on the floor.

“Let Toph get you out of that and get out of here. This fight is a bit above your pay grade” I said with a smirk.

“Fuck you, Natsu” He said even as he removed his feet from the ground that had turned into mud.

“Please do me the favour of killing my old master. The only way he’s lasting this long against Azula is if he’s up to his old tricks and giving her the runaround” I said. He nodded, marching into the ruins of the palace. Aang rose again. Because of course he fucking did.

He jerked to the side, avoiding a lance of concussive force, and then taking a punch from me straight to the face. He staggered backwards, and I laid into the Avatar. I weaved to the side to avoid grasping fingers, and landed a right hook. He came at me again and I ducked underneath his arms, giving him a gut punch for the ages. This, at last confirmed that Aang wasn’t the one in control here. He kicked at me and I blocked the gust of wind the threatened to toss me off my feet.

He brought his water around again, using it to black another lance of concussive force from Maki’s third eye. He lurched as Toph disturbed his footing and I smashed my foot into his knee forcing him to his knees. It did not last long. He roared again, pushing me away. He turned to the hurricane and stretched out a hand to it. From where it was raging wildly after he’d been distracted, it began making its way towards us again. I chuckled at the situation and punched the fucker in the face again. He returned fire. I felt my nose shift at the impact. We fought, power and the elements raging around us as we traded fists.

I lifted a knee to block his attempt at a gut-kick and punched him in the face again. I quite liked punching his stupid fucking face. He slammed that bald head into mine again, snapping my nose in the other direction, setting it straight. My head was ringing, my nose was bleeding, I was probably going to fucking die here but I felt so alive. I slammed on his feet. The idiot would learn to wear armoured boots in his next life and I dodged away from his grasping hands and snapped another punch into his head. Whichever one of them had taken over was a good fighter for sure, but I was a great one.