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They aren’t benders.” General Iroh said, making Lieutenant Jee stop short. It was something he had noticed when the fight started. While the warriors fought with the ferocity of their people, none of them had taken advantage of the water around them. It was the only thing making the fight semi-equal. We can hardly keep him.” Aput argued. That was true. The Ullaakut was a boat for fighting and hunting, not keeping prisoners, and especially not prisoners who could produce fire at will. Take an exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at the creative process of James Cameron's Avatar: The Way of Water. I know, Lieutenant.” General Iroh said, voice taut, his bronze eyes focussed on a single figure that made fighting look like a dance he had perfected. “We need to leave.” I’m not a kid.” Zuko snarled through grit teeth, each word like knives up his throat as he glared at the man on top of him.

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Chief,” Tomkin started, now holding Nanook up with Tulok’s help after the warrior’s injuries caused him to pass out, “are we even able to kill him? I mean, if the Fire Lord comes after us because we killed his son-.”And so what if Lieutenant Jee saw him different after what General Iroh told the crew last week? So what if Prince Zuko’s scar really did look a little like a hand that never should have harmed him? Knowing the truth behind Prince Zuko’s hostility certainly hadn’t made him any nicer. His Highness had all the ferocity and defensive attitude as a tigerdillo. Zuko was a terrible liar. He always had been. Azula had been able to weave words together like poetry ever since she was little, but whenever Zuko tried, he’d fidget, or blush, or just panic so much he’d turn rigid and stop talking altogether. Hakoda was making a political move, which was all well and good, except Hakoda wasn’t political. He didn’t know how to barter with General Fong and he certainly didn’t know how to negotiate with the Fire Lord, but he also didn’t know how to keep a firebender prisoner on a wooden ship. He wanted to kill this boy, this Prince.

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Chena,” Nanook said weakly, being held up by Tomkin thanks to a gruesome burn on his chest that had singed entirely through his shirt, blood staining the blue, “he’s just a teenager.”Zuko had never excelled at anything. Azula was a prodigy. Uncle always knew what to say. And Father... Father was strong, iron-like. But Zuko had only ever been good at surviving. Putting one foot in front of the other in a grim show of stubborn determination, gritting his teeth and bearing it. Survival was all he had ever been taught. He knew how to do it. So when he was kidnapped by the Southern Water Tribe, he expected to fight as he always had. He didn’t expect to be taught instead how to live. Daydreaming, kid?” The big warrior demanded, suddenly in Zuko’s face, oblivious to what Zuko had wasted his precious seconds staring at. Three things happened simultaneously. Prince Zuko turned with an aggressive huff to leave, the large man’s arm swung down, and Zuko realised that the staring had, in actual fact, been a stand-off. Avatar ( First Release · Extended Collector's Edition · 3D · Limited 3D Edition · Ultimate Collector's Edition) · Toruk - The First Flight · Avatar: The Way of Water Ultimate Collector's Edition Waiting on your call, Chief.” Chena said, turning to look to where Hakoda stood at the bow. “Tulok has a tangle mine ready.”

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Take an exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at the creative process of James Cameron’s Avatar: The Way of Water. It was a good morning. A sailor’s morning, as Hakoda's father would have once called it. The wind was strong and the sky was clear. The crew were busy doing their chores for the day, most of them bristling with the knowledge that they were so close to a Fire Nation stronghold. The locals had told them it was called Pohuai; a fortress boasting archers that could pin a fly to a tree from a hundred yards away without killing it. Nonetheless, the Water Tribe sailed on. Their ship, the Ullaakut, was small and alone, passing quietly through the narrow pass to the Mo Ce Sea. The Fire Nation wouldn’t even notice them. And brothers and sisters and children and wives.” Uncle continued. “You do not have to be a part of this war. You do not want to be a part of this war. I speak from experience when I tell you it gains you nothing and loses you everything.” i'm here from the future and i did in fact finally figure out how to do chapter notes (it really was NOT that difficult? past me are u okay? do u need a hug? pissbaby behaviour, your honour). Anyways the character growth of hella1975 really is a tearjerker <3. Just would like to specify that this fic is two books under the umbrella title of The Art of Burning (hence the RIDICULOUS word count; pls don't be too intimidated by it.) To put simply:

And the fire returned. Because Zuko wasn’t a stupid kid. He would prove he wasn’t. He would make Father proud. He would make his nation proud. He would fight. Until the last beat of his heart, he would fight. He could see General Iroh calling to his nephew. He could see the prince first ignore him, then refuse him. He could see Prince Zuko keep going even as his soldiers abandoned ship. He could see that Prince Zuko wouldn’t stop fighting if it killed him. He could see that General Iroh knew it would kill him, and wouldn’t allow it. And Uncle had that glint in his bronze eyes. The glint he got when Zuko caved and accepted a cup of tea, the glint he got when Zuko saved the helmsman last week, the glint he got when Zuko walked away from Zhao after winning that Agni Kai. What even was that look, aside infuriating? I hate skinning.” Tomkin mumbled. Bato usually took over skinning from Tomkin, knowing the youngest crewman hated the blood, but it had been a week since they left Bato at the Abbey, and as if remembering this, Tomkin did as he was told. They almost sunk. Chena got thrown overboard more than once, oaf that he was. They barely made it out, and they were all on high alert after that. It was clear they didn’t know these waters, and it was clear these waters didn’t want them here.