[ He starts to sink, the floor like hot wax sucking at his toes. Reflexively, he adjusts his grip around Korra, one damp hand on her spine, transmitting a pulse restless with adrenaline into the chambers of her still body. ]
[ Just before he lets fly a second wire, the blaze of spotlights illuminates the scene, to the blaring shriek of sirens. In the stark glow, he has a visual on the attackers. Two men, two women. He's gathered enough intel on their appearances, their reputed abilities, to mentally fix a name to each one. P'Li. Ghazan. Ming Hua. And in the center, a solid man possessed a preternatural state of calm unusual for the moment; it would be easier to picture him in the Lotus position on a beach, eyes serenely shut, totally Zen-ing out. ]
[ So that's Zaheer. ]
[ In the next beat, his wire snags a taller building. Wrenching free of the quicksand with a harsh squelch, he leaps feet-first to the second rooftop. Lets rip another surge of electricity, this one narrower, more intense, along the iron pole jutting adjacent to the ledge -- letting it disperse in fritzing blue veins along the half-wet floor below. ]
[ Maybe the group will deflect the shock. Maybe not. But underneath the dark curl of determination, there is a gutting edge of anxiety. He is the best at his field. But right now he feels far from a superman or a blessed protector or anything else that Korra deserves. ]
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[ He starts to sink, the floor like hot wax sucking at his toes. Reflexively, he adjusts his grip around Korra, one damp hand on her spine, transmitting a pulse restless with adrenaline into the chambers of her still body. ]
[ Just before he lets fly a second wire, the blaze of spotlights illuminates the scene, to the blaring shriek of sirens. In the stark glow, he has a visual on the attackers. Two men, two women. He's gathered enough intel on their appearances, their reputed abilities, to mentally fix a name to each one. P'Li. Ghazan. Ming Hua. And in the center, a solid man possessed a preternatural state of calm unusual for the moment; it would be easier to picture him in the Lotus position on a beach, eyes serenely shut, totally Zen-ing out. ]
[ So that's Zaheer. ]
[ In the next beat, his wire snags a taller building. Wrenching free of the quicksand with a harsh squelch, he leaps feet-first to the second rooftop. Lets rip another surge of electricity, this one narrower, more intense, along the iron pole jutting adjacent to the ledge -- letting it disperse in fritzing blue veins along the half-wet floor below. ]
[ Maybe the group will deflect the shock. Maybe not. But underneath the dark curl of determination, there is a gutting edge of anxiety. He is the best at his field. But right now he feels far from a superman or a blessed protector or anything else that Korra deserves. ]