❝ i thought you said you’ve been practicing ❞ disdain paints the tone, as lithe arms lift up to block sokka’s poor attempt at an attack ; movement made effortless through years of repetition.
A TRUE PRODIGY, is what her father had called her during her early tutelage, his voice reverberating with something akin to pride. but now, the words just sound like the echo of a lost life, a life never truly her own.
❝ subpar footwork, flimsy posture it seems to me, you’re as unskilled as ever ❞ the critique is followed by a slight shift in her form, and soon enough, her outstretched leg sweeps an arc that breaks her opponent's root, knocking him off his feet. somewhat amused, she offers an uncharacteristically benign smile.
❝ now get up and PROVE that you’re worth my time ❞
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