The cage the metalbender gangers made for Bolin was nice and sturdy, and a surprisingly decent size. “Only the best for Nukbug,” teased the big bloodbender who still controlled him. “Ugh! How many times to I have to tell you? It’s pronounced Nuktuk-ahowf!” Bolin was tossed in and landed flat on his face, evoking laughter … Continue reading →

Korra was making progress. She fell on the floor a lot less now. Actually, she hadn’t fallen on the floor once all afternoon. She was very familiar with the floor right now; its slick surface made falling easy. She always tried to work her way towards the few areas of the throne room that were … Continue reading →

Fuse rose the next morning, two hours before dawn. She tidied her little edge of the camp far away from Jarven and his fish-smelling pals. Though she really should have stayed within earshot of her handler, no one in this group had the spine to argue with her. They hadn’t they gone out of their … Continue reading →

“Ouch!” Korra fell flat on her face as Izumi bloodbent her feet out from under her. The Firelord released her hold once Korra was down, and Korra scrambled up to her knees, feeling her nose to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. “Geez, what was that all about?” she exclaimed. “Your dad always made me announce … Continue reading →

“No fear. No pain. No mercy.” 843 whispered the words as soon as her eyes opened. It was still early. Two hours before sunrise. She rose. Her body moved like clockwork. She rinsed her face in the small basin by her bunk. Donned her uniform. Made her bed. Went to the dining room. Two young … Continue reading →

“So, wait, why are we going to the Fire Nation again?” Mako asked, a large backpack slung over his shoulders. Granted, most of the stuff in it was his brother’s — maps, mover posters, and some weird lotion of Varrick’s creation that Bolin insisted would keep skin from burning no matter how sunny it got. … Continue reading →