Chapter 47.5- And so the Dragons Danced

He was a hurricane of force. Consistently in motion. The ground tore itself apart under his ministrations, sending massive pillars tearing through the air right at us. I stared at the pillar that was as wide as I was tall and waited for it to be close enough before I swung a flame encased fist. Gleaming a greedy green, my flames tore through the pillar, shattering it to pieces with concussive force. Both Toji and Maki dodged out of the way of the attacks sent at them while Toph stopped hers cold and then slapped it with a palm, sending it flying right back. I smiled in her direction, proud as ever. I ran forward, sending two fire blasts rights arcing at him. One from the right, and one from the left, to prevent him from dodging out of the way of Toph’s counter attack.

He was more adept in fighting in three dimensions that I was and simply dropped to the ground, landing with an earthquake that I didn’t feel as Toph slammed her foot into the ground, forming a circular platform that encompassed where we both stood and lifted I from the rest of the ground. She shot two pieces of metal right at him. Daggers. She could aim them with her metalbending better than the best marksmen I’d ever seen. He swept his hand, water snatching them from the air and tossing them aside. The water rushed at us, multiple tendrils reaching out for our position.

I took a deep breath and increased my output even further. I scorched the fire as it came, evaporating it to steam and the steam into nothingness. At this point, there was scarcely any moisture in the air. He pointed a hand behind him and from within the smattering of buildings at the palace outskirts, he drew a hurricane. This was a fucking mad man, I realised. The hurricane tore through the mansions that cradled the palace- the ruins of the palace, more like, and swept through the air right at us.

Fuck it. Fucking fuck it. What could we do to stop a hurricane. Toph didn’t stop. That was the value of being blind. She couldn’t see the natural disaster on its way. She sent another series of daggers at him. His hand swept ups, forming a water shield that froze to ice that the daggers embedded themselves in. I roared, breathing out flames hot enough to melt steel, that passed his ice like it wasn’t even there and forced him to lift a proper earthen shield. He turtled in like a turtle in his shell.

A shield that exploded a few seconds later as Maki blasted it to smithereens. He came shooting out, moving right for me. Toji- where the fuck had he come from- shot in his way, spear lancing out like a serpent for the Avatar’s head. He stepped backwards, avoiding the attack before the ground beneath Toji turned to mud, trapping his legs. He began waving his hands, drawing the oxygen out of Toji’s head.