[ Maybe it's instinct -- a subterranean premonition. But Hei glances over his shoulder the instant the group fills the battered doorway. Shit. A rival triad team. Maybe they'd tailed Korra here. Maybe they'd received intel of their own. He doesn't know -- or care. No time to waste. ]
[ Korra is swaying, her face darkening as she struggles for air. Watching, Hei -- trapped a moment under a layer of ice -- feels something snap inside him. It is like feeling something skitter just beyond your reach, something precious. In a flash, he rolls to his feet -- but not before splaying a palm across the desperate skinless thing that was once the arrogant Rich Kid. There's a zzt and a faint tang of ozone. The body spasms -- then slumps back into its own soupy red matter. ]
[ A mercy-kill. But also a precaution. If the rival group gets their hands on the boy, Hei doesn't want them knowing he's spilled details on Bolin's location. ]
[ In the next beat, he's leapt into the fray. In a split-second he evaluates the threat. One air-bending female -- whippish, gaunt-faced, her stance skewed as if she's only just settling into her ability. Two pale enormous men with short-cropped hair, flanking her with a slow sumo-esque swagger. Likely firebenders. One weaselly man at the corner, eyes cored too deeply in his face -- a waterbender judging by the flask at his belt. ]
[ It takes him seconds to reach the air-bender. A wire whips spring-loaded from his sleeve. Snagging her arm, he lets rip a sizzling current. Not enough to kill her. Just enough to make her shriek and spasm before crumpling to the floor. (Air-benders are near-extinct. He wants to know exactly how she acquired the ability). Sumo-boy #2 is next. He uses a nearby crate to propel himself forward. Delivers a scythe-like kick that catches him on the vulnerable nerves of the neck; his head slams off the wall. Two teeth thin and smooth as shaved ice push between his lips as he slumps down. ]
[ Two down. Two to go. Unless Korra has already taken them down. ]
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Date: 2014-08-13 07:28 pm (UTC)[ Korra is swaying, her face darkening as she struggles for air. Watching, Hei -- trapped a moment under a layer of ice -- feels something snap inside him. It is like feeling something skitter just beyond your reach, something precious. In a flash, he rolls to his feet -- but not before splaying a palm across the desperate skinless thing that was once the arrogant Rich Kid. There's a zzt and a faint tang of ozone. The body spasms -- then slumps back into its own soupy red matter. ]
[ A mercy-kill. But also a precaution. If the rival group gets their hands on the boy, Hei doesn't want them knowing he's spilled details on Bolin's location. ]
[ In the next beat, he's leapt into the fray. In a split-second he evaluates the threat. One air-bending female -- whippish, gaunt-faced, her stance skewed as if she's only just settling into her ability. Two pale enormous men with short-cropped hair, flanking her with a slow sumo-esque swagger. Likely firebenders. One weaselly man at the corner, eyes cored too deeply in his face -- a waterbender judging by the flask at his belt. ]
[ It takes him seconds to reach the air-bender. A wire whips spring-loaded from his sleeve. Snagging her arm, he lets rip a sizzling current. Not enough to kill her. Just enough to make her shriek and spasm before crumpling to the floor. (Air-benders are near-extinct. He wants to know exactly how she acquired the ability). Sumo-boy #2 is next. He uses a nearby crate to propel himself forward. Delivers a scythe-like kick that catches him on the vulnerable nerves of the neck; his head slams off the wall. Two teeth thin and smooth as shaved ice push between his lips as he slumps down. ]
[ Two down. Two to go. Unless Korra has already taken them down. ]