The crew followed them up the staircase and out onto the deck, and Iroh pulled Katara over to the small table he sat at when he watched Zuko train. When the crew tried to ring the fighters, Iroh sat down and spread his arms wide. "Move over so an old man can see."
The crew members in front of them shuffled to the side, sheepishly.
Sokka held his boomerang high. "Choose your weapons!"
The crew, seeing the boomerang, broke ranks and hurdled for safe vantage points outside of his zone of fire. Sokka let his chest puff out a little. At least they respected his skills.
"Don't need any, tough guy," Miki shot back, bringing her hands up. "I can take you with my bare hands."
"Your funeral." Sokka smirked at her and took aim.
She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, twisted the boomerang out of his hands, and drove him down to his knees. "I wouldn't start gathering the mourners yet if I were you."
"Hey, no fair," he howled as she let him up. "I wasn't ready!"
"You're never going to be ready, kid," she sighed theatrically. "But if you want to go again..."
He grasped his boomerang tightly and ground his teeth. "Let's do this."
And that was the only warning he gave her. The boomerang flew true, straight for her head, but she ducked and grabbed his outstretched wrist. Stepping forward, she hooked her foot behind his and pushed him over it. He overbalanced. She smiled at him, and Sokka smiled back, because he knew that boomerangs came back. But then suddenly, she pulled him up and around, and the boomerang did come back, right into the back of Sokka's skull. He yelped as he felt the blade slide over his scalp.
Miki let him fall down at last as the boomerang clattered to the deck. "I want you to know, I am a soldier of the Fire Navy, and I can face up to anyone or anything, and if you and your people are stupid enough to underestimate me because I've got breasts, it's their own fault, and I won't go easy on them."
"You cheated," Sokka gasped still lying on his side on the metal deck. "I don't know how, but you cheated."
She offered him her hand, and when he took it reluctantly, she pulled him to his feet. "You really want to go again? It's your choice."
He rubbed his hand over the place that the boomerang blade had sliced into his scalp. It was a glancing blow, almost a scratch, but it stung. "You used my boomerang. I thought you said you didn't need a weapon to take me on."
She refrained from pointing out how quickly she had gotten the boomerang away from him before. "Fine, I won't hit you with your own boomerang this time, I promise."
Keeping his eyes on her, he picked his boomerang up off the deck and held it, ready to throw as she sank into a fighting stance. He let it fly.
She ducked to the side and circled around him, but he circled too, keeping her away from his back as she drew closer and closer. When she was close enough, he punched at her, but she just blocked and wrapped her hand around the outside of his wrist. Before he had even realized what was happening, she had him lifted onto her shoulders and thrown down to the deck. The boomerang sailed back over both their heads and dropped into the ocean.
As the boomerang bobbed on the waves Katara darted over to the ship's rail and slowly and carefully made a new wave for the boomerang to ride closer to the ship. When it came close enough, she pulled her hands up and raised a tiny ball of water with the boomerang inside, the way she had with a fish once, back home. The boomerang splashed onto the deck, and Katara grabbed it.
Miki sank her knee into her opponent's back and pressed down on the back of his hand with her thumbs. "Give up yet?"
"No w-" she applied just a little more pressure. "Okay, okay, I give up, just-"
She let his arm go, but before she could stand back up, she caught sight of the blood seeping from the cut on the back of Sokka's head. "What's this from?"
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Sokka finds out the women on the ship aren't there to cook (and learns something, maybe) Part 2/3
Date: 2012-05-26 06:23 pm (UTC)The crew members in front of them shuffled to the side, sheepishly.
Sokka held his boomerang high. "Choose your weapons!"
The crew, seeing the boomerang, broke ranks and hurdled for safe vantage points outside of his zone of fire. Sokka let his chest puff out a little. At least they respected his skills.
"Don't need any, tough guy," Miki shot back, bringing her hands up. "I can take you with my bare hands."
"Your funeral." Sokka smirked at her and took aim.
She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, twisted the boomerang out of his hands, and drove him down to his knees. "I wouldn't start gathering the mourners yet if I were you."
"Hey, no fair," he howled as she let him up. "I wasn't ready!"
"You're never going to be ready, kid," she sighed theatrically. "But if you want to go again..."
He grasped his boomerang tightly and ground his teeth. "Let's do this."
And that was the only warning he gave her. The boomerang flew true, straight for her head, but she ducked and grabbed his outstretched wrist. Stepping forward, she hooked her foot behind his and pushed him over it. He overbalanced. She smiled at him, and Sokka smiled back, because he knew that boomerangs came back. But then suddenly, she pulled him up and around, and the boomerang did come back, right into the back of Sokka's skull. He yelped as he felt the blade slide over his scalp.
Miki let him fall down at last as the boomerang clattered to the deck. "I want you to know, I am a soldier of the Fire Navy, and I can face up to anyone or anything, and if you and your people are stupid enough to underestimate me because I've got breasts, it's their own fault, and I won't go easy on them."
"You cheated," Sokka gasped still lying on his side on the metal deck. "I don't know how, but you cheated."
She offered him her hand, and when he took it reluctantly, she pulled him to his feet. "You really want to go again? It's your choice."
He rubbed his hand over the place that the boomerang blade had sliced into his scalp. It was a glancing blow, almost a scratch, but it stung. "You used my boomerang. I thought you said you didn't need a weapon to take me on."
She refrained from pointing out how quickly she had gotten the boomerang away from him before. "Fine, I won't hit you with your own boomerang this time, I promise."
Keeping his eyes on her, he picked his boomerang up off the deck and held it, ready to throw as she sank into a fighting stance. He let it fly.
She ducked to the side and circled around him, but he circled too, keeping her away from his back as she drew closer and closer. When she was close enough, he punched at her, but she just blocked and wrapped her hand around the outside of his wrist. Before he had even realized what was happening, she had him lifted onto her shoulders and thrown down to the deck. The boomerang sailed back over both their heads and dropped into the ocean.
As the boomerang bobbed on the waves Katara darted over to the ship's rail and slowly and carefully made a new wave for the boomerang to ride closer to the ship. When it came close enough, she pulled her hands up and raised a tiny ball of water with the boomerang inside, the way she had with a fish once, back home. The boomerang splashed onto the deck, and Katara grabbed it.
Miki sank her knee into her opponent's back and pressed down on the back of his hand with her thumbs. "Give up yet?"
"No w-" she applied just a little more pressure. "Okay, okay, I give up, just-"
She let his arm go, but before she could stand back up, she caught sight of the blood seeping from the cut on the back of Sokka's head. "What's this from?"