The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic)

Entrapment

The Gaang stood with their backs to one another while they continued to watch in alarm to see that they were surrounded on all sides.

"What are we going to do?" Katara asked from where she stood beside Zuko while he held out his hands in a signature bending stance.

"Stick together." Zuko answered with a snarl while Katara gazed at his back before nodding as she turned away.

"Hey, Zuko! I found one of your swords!" Sokka called out with a small grin while the other man turned to gaze at him with surprised golden eyes.

"My sword! One of my swords anyhow." Zuko exclaimed with a relieved countenance while he accepted it from the Water Tribe warrior.

"I found it in the rocks over there. I am not sure where the other one is. But I figured one was better than none." Sokka commented in a more serious voice than before while the other man nodded gravely.

"Right. Thank you." Zuko replied before slipping the blade over his back while he gazed up at the airship with narrowed eyes.

Just what...was Azula planning?

There was more to this chasm...than meets the eye.

He watched closely while his sister walked forward with her fists on her hips as she smirked down at him with smugness that he knew all too well.

Only to be shocked for the second time today when she called for a sword.

"Bring me my short sword." Azula commanded with a cruel smile growing on her lips while Zuko gazed up at her in disbelief.

'Since when does Azula use a sword!' Zuko thought with his teeth grinding together in anger while a soldier rushed forward with a blade in hand.

"Here it is, Princess!" A soldier shouted before rushing to a stop before the smirking princess.

Mai too was staring at Azula with alarm in her eyes all the while swallowing the baited breath in her throat.

It's just as she gathered in the arena display.

Azula...was much more dangerous than before.

Elle stood with Ty Lee standing protectively over her shoulder while they watched the proceedings with reservations that they did not dare speak

The princess reached down to grasp ahold of the blade only to turn spin around with dangerously narrowed eyes when a swift hand dared intercept her grab.

Only to find herself staring in puzzlement into her captain's eyes.

"What are you doing, Zoi?" Azula demanded in a callous voice only to furrow her brows when Zoi waved her hand in a placating motion.

"Holdup. You don't want that sword, Princess." Zoi scoffed with her trademark wit while Azula glared back at her in annoyance.

"Really? And why is that?" Azula snapped with a hand on her hip while her soldier turned to meet her gaze.

"We both know that it will only last for a few swings of that new technique of yours." Zoi declared slyly with a small smirk while the princess's amber golden eyes now pierced through her skull.

"How do you know about my new technique?" Azula hissed in an utterly rigid voice while the Gaang listened warily down below.

"Never mind that. I have a much better sword for you." Zoi spoke with a confident smile before behind her when one of her men approached with a wooden box in hand.

Azula stared on with ruthless amber golden eyes while she watched in bewilderment when her favored soldier opened the casing to show her its contents.

Her anger then gave way to surprise when she found herself gazing down at a sword of simply impeccable quality.