Oh, no, no, no.
[Azula's very upset and grumpy flower--which she had no interest in caring for--was growling and rearing itself up, turning to face (as much as something without a face can) her completely negligent caretaker. The princess is standing seemingly unarmed with her fists at her sides.]
You picked a very bad day to uproot yourself and look for something to eat. You see...
[With a strange sound--can monster plants roar?--it bolts at her, obviously bloodthirsty in the most literal sense.]
I am in a very, very bad mood.
[Before the beast covers even half the distance between the two of them, Azula punches forward; from her fist, an enormous concussive blast of blue fire shoots out and hits the beast. It stumbles, as the force of the hit is enough to stop its rush. Of course, it is now on fire.
She follows up her first blow with a second, leaving no pause. This blast is the same as the first, albeit with her other fist. This one knocks the plant to the ground. The flames, once blue, are now ordinary reds and oranges.
Seeing as the beast was obviously still alive despite the raging fire it wore, Azula leaps in place, kicking in a wide arc around her body. A long tunnel of bright blue flames stretches from her foot and follows the arc, eventually slamming into the ground; it covers the twenty feet in front of her--flower beast included--in fire.
Despite the concussive blasts from the attacks and the fire eating away at its flesh, the beast is still alive; it struggles to stand, absolutely determined to eat the princess. Azula scowls. On both hands, she points her pointer and middle fingers out; she moves her hands in the air like a dance of sorts for a moment before blue sparks appear at her finger tips.
She spins on her foot and points forcefully at the plant. From her finger, an enormous bright blue-white bolt of lightning shoots out. The plant beast is struck in the center; it explodes, raining small fiery pieces of itself everywhere.]
Ah, there. That was at least a bit cathartic.
[Being a good girl who knows to clean up behind herself, Azula waits until she is sure the beast has been eaten away by the red and orange flames she let burn and then walks into the fire; she waves her hands and the flames disappear, seeming to return to her palms.]
Bored now.
[Azula's very upset and grumpy flower--which she had no interest in caring for--was growling and rearing itself up, turning to face (as much as something without a face can) her completely negligent caretaker. The princess is standing seemingly unarmed with her fists at her sides.]
You picked a very bad day to uproot yourself and look for something to eat. You see...
[With a strange sound--can monster plants roar?--it bolts at her, obviously bloodthirsty in the most literal sense.]
I am in a very, very bad mood.
[Before the beast covers even half the distance between the two of them, Azula punches forward; from her fist, an enormous concussive blast of blue fire shoots out and hits the beast. It stumbles, as the force of the hit is enough to stop its rush. Of course, it is now on fire.
She follows up her first blow with a second, leaving no pause. This blast is the same as the first, albeit with her other fist. This one knocks the plant to the ground. The flames, once blue, are now ordinary reds and oranges.
Seeing as the beast was obviously still alive despite the raging fire it wore, Azula leaps in place, kicking in a wide arc around her body. A long tunnel of bright blue flames stretches from her foot and follows the arc, eventually slamming into the ground; it covers the twenty feet in front of her--flower beast included--in fire.
Despite the concussive blasts from the attacks and the fire eating away at its flesh, the beast is still alive; it struggles to stand, absolutely determined to eat the princess. Azula scowls. On both hands, she points her pointer and middle fingers out; she moves her hands in the air like a dance of sorts for a moment before blue sparks appear at her finger tips.
She spins on her foot and points forcefully at the plant. From her finger, an enormous bright blue-white bolt of lightning shoots out. The plant beast is struck in the center; it explodes, raining small fiery pieces of itself everywhere.]
Ah, there. That was at least a bit cathartic.
[Being a good girl who knows to clean up behind herself, Azula waits until she is sure the beast has been eaten away by the red and orange flames she let burn and then walks into the fire; she waves her hands and the flames disappear, seeming to return to her palms.]
Bored now.
25 comments | Leave a comment