@multimuse-insanity CONTINUED.
The moment Aksel put his hands on her shoulders, Azula whipped her head to the side as she tried to bite him as hard as she could. Her theory was that, if she could hurt him, she could get him to leave her alone for a moment while he went to take care of the injury. If she could get that time, it would be bought time, and she could come up with an escape plan. Maybe she could even get out, with enough time.
When he got too close, she pulled her head away, glaring at him sharply. “I don’t care how many viewers you have,” she snarled. “I’m warning you again, let me go, or you will die.” The sound of the tools behind her made her heart rate kick up, but she showed no signs of anxiety from the movements. If anything, she just seemed to fume.













