Toph sighed, moving the straw to the other side of her mouth, she brought up another wall of stone as Azula blasted her rage fueled flames at her. “You earthbending scum!” She shrieked, “You will not get the best of me!” Toph felt the grass wave with another gust of wind. Not that there was much grass left, with all the burning her charge was doing. Toph rolled onto her stomach idly, feeling the sun on her shoulders. She half-heartedly focused on the mole she felt about twenty feet below them, anything to ignore the spitfire “queen” on the other side of the field. She sank her body into the earth as another whip of lightning cracked above her, the earth familiar and comforting, it couldn’t last. Rising into a crisscross position, Toph picked her nose and stared at the collection of vibrations ahead of her. “You done yet?” Azula looked at her, and screamed.