Post by Teяa253 on Jan 1, 2009 2:50:34 GMT 1
this chapter was awesome. period. and true to my word for once, this si where I reveal the identity of The Warrior of the Black Hand.
so yeah, the 61st installment of "The Order of the Avatar Slayer". there's definitely gonna be some cut battle action, so get ready.
oh, and enjoy the fact that Katara Altina II shows up.
CHAPTER 61: YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME
It was not long before the armies of The Order and The Avatar Guard were facing each other in opposite sides of the battlefield. Both sides were observing the opposite side to see who exactly was there.
“Mercy above,” Maric exclaimed, accidentally tightening his grip on his nervous sister’s hand, “it’s her.”
He pointed to a distant figure in The Order’s ranks. It was Ayumi, and with her was Orzon.
“Hmm,” said Tenoko, who was standing on a boulder next to Zakura, and they were looking out over the armies to see The Order’s ranks.
“Looks like I’ll be meeting some old friends again; and Zak, you might not want to look now, but that looks like your family if I’ve ever seen them.”
“You’ve seen my family before,” Zakura exclaimed,
“No,” said Tenoko, “but they look just like you—sort of.”
Zakura gasped. “It is them,” she exclaimed, “this could become ugly.”
The Order seemed just as prepared as The Avatar Guard. Also in their ranks were Ju Long, Zhin, Tu-Sung, an airbender that was most likely Yang, Orzon, Ayumi, Zhang, Zao Lin, Michiko, Fukuda, and several others that various members of The Avatar Guard recognized. In fact, the only prominent figure that no one saw there was Xin Shing.
“Shinon,” Alzar snapped, grabbing his arm and pointing off in the distance,
“it’s them—the ones who poisoned us—Jing Tao; Ya Zhu!”
Shinon looked where Alzar was pointing (Alzar’s sense was how she singled them out in the first place) and just like she said, it was the couple responsible for poisoning Alzar and Shinon before their trip to the North Pole.
Naturally, Alzar was fuming, and Shinon wasn’t looking very much happier. The burning desire for revenge from various members of both groups meeting old rivals and enemies only heated things up, and moments later, the battle started and both sides collided in an epic sense of warfare.
Many of the warriors were benders, and so water, earth, and fire were everywhere. There were also several airbenders as well, including some that were part of The Order. However, for the most part, the airbenders had stayed out of this entire war. The battle raged; elements and weapons colliding, blood being spilt and everything. The only thing that would be stopping this war would be the elimination of enough people on one side—or so they thought.
A sudden, huge burst of red lightning struck right in front of a spot where Yang, Orzon and Ayumi were about to collide with Royota, Tenoko and Zakura. Everyone turned to see who had shot the bolt of lightning. To the surprise of some, [others had expected this] it was The Warrior of the Black Hand. The battle did not just stop, it ceased. No one knew who her next target would be.
Yang seemed to be leading The Order, while Zakura was leading The Avatar Guard of course. As a result, the Dark Warrior was walking towards them. They brought their guards up, but The Dark Warrior did not look like she was going to attack. She stepped up to them and put her hands out.
“If any of you value your lives you will cease this fighting immediately.” She said, “Otherwise, you might be next.”
Her fingers crackled when she said this, and she awaited their reactions. Zakura, Royota, and Tenoko did not need to say anything, for Yang took over. She seemed to have a sinister demeanor just like that of her husband Xin Shing. She did have a hairstyle similar to Mulan’s warrior hairdo, and her clothing was similar as well. Her eyes and face though, were much more malicious than Mulan’s.
“So,” she said, “The Warrior of the Black Hand thinks she can just waltz in and put an end to this war with a few bolts of lightning? Don’t make me laugh, girl; you never had a chance against the likes of us, or even against the likes of that woman.”
She pointed at Zakura, but Zakura felt like this was a slander to her, so she spoke up;
“really now, woman,” said Zakura, “that’s the first truthful statement that you’ve said all day. After all: no one stands a chance against the avatar herself.”
Zakura’s identity was out. Incidentally, her family was close by, and they watched as she proved her identity.
“Zakura,” said Zao Lin in a seductive tone, “it was you the whole time then; to think that this whole war is simply against my rebellious child?”
“You have no right to call me mother,” Zakura said sternly, “not after your only goal in life has been to kill me.”
“You only aid The Order’s fears,” said Zhang, “you are the arrogant type who WOULD abuse your power; my own daughter; the avatar...”
“Like I said to your wife,” said Zakura harshly, “you have no right to call me father. As for abusing my powers; who’s to say that I won’t? That’s why I actually have people here that know how I operate. You two, failed the most miserably at it. Luckily, I serve a higher authority.”
“You do,” Yang exclaimed, but she wasn’t the only one; Royota and Tenoko had both said the exact same thing.
“That business is my own.”
“Hmm,” the Dark Warrior remarked, putting her fingers on her helmet where her chin would be if she took it off, “you too then?”
“Aye,” Zakura replied, “and in all honesty, I want this war over just as much as you do.”
Yang, however, was through with the small talk. However, The Dark Warrior opposed this.
“Keep your trap shut, woman,” she snapped, “I’m not finished.”
“Ha,” Yang laughed, “you really think I would listen to you—the woman who is too scared to show her face, and so instead she hides behind the face of a once great figure? Ha; you are too much of a coward to do anything else but abuse your powers.”
“Don’t,” said The Dark Warrior, pulling off her helmet, “you call me a coward ever again, woman.”
The revelation of The Dark Warrior’s identity came as a huge shock to everyone. Some people in fact were horrified when they saw her face. Katara I and Sokka were among them.
The Dark Warrior was none other than Katara Altina II. Her scraggly dark brown hair, distinct, golden eyes and stony face were unmistakable.
“Now tell me,” she said, still retaining the firmness in her low voice that she had had under her helmet, “can any of you imagine what it would be like to have more power than you could believe? Or perhaps what it would be like to have to consistently train and gain control to always get better, knowing that a failure to do so would result in said power consuming you alive in a slow and painful death? Now imagine that the person who you loved and cared for the most; the person who could best help you with that problem; getting ripped from you at a young age, and that it happened suddenly and without reason.”
“That’s amusing,” Yang shrugged, “what’s your point?”
“My point is,” said Katara “is that this war is futile. Fighting will get you all as people nowhere.”
“And do you really think that any of us are going to listen to a little girl like you?”
Katara laughed. “Woman,” she said, “you have just stumbled right into my trap. Why else do you think I donned the armor of The Dark Warrior? I wanted to be feared. Most people wouldn’t fear a 15-year-old girl. However, a notorious figure like The Warrior of the Black Hand would be feared, especially since I could imitate him very well.
I did some research in the Fire Nation Palace about him; learned who he was, what he did, and how he moved and acted. I’ll give credit to Orzon and Ayumi for letting me stay with them for that.”
Ayumi actually looked furious. It was likely that she felt insulted that she had been outdone like that by a 15-year-old girl. Nonetheless, Katara continued.
“With that all said, just remember: I serve neither The Avatar Guard nor The Order of the Avatar Slayer. I will also warn that whichever side is not fighting for a good cause will eventually lose everything. In the meantime, I’m going to sit this fight out. I’ll always be one step ahead of you all, for I am The Warrior of the Black Hand. Farewell.”
“Who said we were through here,” Yang asked her,
“I did,” Katara replied, “so I suggest you can it before I shoot some lightning at you. The only one I’m not going to kill is Orzon. Now with that said, I’m gone. Farewell.”
Katara went about 300 yards away from the battle onto a hill and sat down to “watch” the battle. A few moments after she had left, they all started fighting again.
“What’s wrong, Ayumi,” Tenoko leered, as these two fought, “are you mad that you just got done in by a 15-year-old girl?”
Ayumi was mad, but she wasn’t letting Tenoko’s taunts throw her fighting style off. She was swift and powerful. She kept Tenoko on her feet, but seemed to be aiming for Tenoko’s bare feet in hope of burning them. Nonetheless, even at 43, Tenoko was still very fast.
Katara continued to watch the fight, and she actually began smirking. She really was always one step ahead of everyone else, and once all was said and done, she would come back and explain how. Her mission though, was clear. Like Zakura, she too served a higher authority, and the fact that no one knew very much about her would work to her advantage. She laughed.
“Times have changed,” she muttered, likely referring to herself gaining control over her power, “and You Know Nothing About Me.”
~Azula~
so yeah, the 61st installment of "The Order of the Avatar Slayer". there's definitely gonna be some cut battle action, so get ready.
oh, and enjoy the fact that Katara Altina II shows up.
CHAPTER 61: YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME
It was not long before the armies of The Order and The Avatar Guard were facing each other in opposite sides of the battlefield. Both sides were observing the opposite side to see who exactly was there.
“Mercy above,” Maric exclaimed, accidentally tightening his grip on his nervous sister’s hand, “it’s her.”
He pointed to a distant figure in The Order’s ranks. It was Ayumi, and with her was Orzon.
“Hmm,” said Tenoko, who was standing on a boulder next to Zakura, and they were looking out over the armies to see The Order’s ranks.
“Looks like I’ll be meeting some old friends again; and Zak, you might not want to look now, but that looks like your family if I’ve ever seen them.”
“You’ve seen my family before,” Zakura exclaimed,
“No,” said Tenoko, “but they look just like you—sort of.”
Zakura gasped. “It is them,” she exclaimed, “this could become ugly.”
The Order seemed just as prepared as The Avatar Guard. Also in their ranks were Ju Long, Zhin, Tu-Sung, an airbender that was most likely Yang, Orzon, Ayumi, Zhang, Zao Lin, Michiko, Fukuda, and several others that various members of The Avatar Guard recognized. In fact, the only prominent figure that no one saw there was Xin Shing.
“Shinon,” Alzar snapped, grabbing his arm and pointing off in the distance,
“it’s them—the ones who poisoned us—Jing Tao; Ya Zhu!”
Shinon looked where Alzar was pointing (Alzar’s sense was how she singled them out in the first place) and just like she said, it was the couple responsible for poisoning Alzar and Shinon before their trip to the North Pole.
Naturally, Alzar was fuming, and Shinon wasn’t looking very much happier. The burning desire for revenge from various members of both groups meeting old rivals and enemies only heated things up, and moments later, the battle started and both sides collided in an epic sense of warfare.
Many of the warriors were benders, and so water, earth, and fire were everywhere. There were also several airbenders as well, including some that were part of The Order. However, for the most part, the airbenders had stayed out of this entire war. The battle raged; elements and weapons colliding, blood being spilt and everything. The only thing that would be stopping this war would be the elimination of enough people on one side—or so they thought.
A sudden, huge burst of red lightning struck right in front of a spot where Yang, Orzon and Ayumi were about to collide with Royota, Tenoko and Zakura. Everyone turned to see who had shot the bolt of lightning. To the surprise of some, [others had expected this] it was The Warrior of the Black Hand. The battle did not just stop, it ceased. No one knew who her next target would be.
Yang seemed to be leading The Order, while Zakura was leading The Avatar Guard of course. As a result, the Dark Warrior was walking towards them. They brought their guards up, but The Dark Warrior did not look like she was going to attack. She stepped up to them and put her hands out.
“If any of you value your lives you will cease this fighting immediately.” She said, “Otherwise, you might be next.”
Her fingers crackled when she said this, and she awaited their reactions. Zakura, Royota, and Tenoko did not need to say anything, for Yang took over. She seemed to have a sinister demeanor just like that of her husband Xin Shing. She did have a hairstyle similar to Mulan’s warrior hairdo, and her clothing was similar as well. Her eyes and face though, were much more malicious than Mulan’s.
“So,” she said, “The Warrior of the Black Hand thinks she can just waltz in and put an end to this war with a few bolts of lightning? Don’t make me laugh, girl; you never had a chance against the likes of us, or even against the likes of that woman.”
She pointed at Zakura, but Zakura felt like this was a slander to her, so she spoke up;
“really now, woman,” said Zakura, “that’s the first truthful statement that you’ve said all day. After all: no one stands a chance against the avatar herself.”
Zakura’s identity was out. Incidentally, her family was close by, and they watched as she proved her identity.
“Zakura,” said Zao Lin in a seductive tone, “it was you the whole time then; to think that this whole war is simply against my rebellious child?”
“You have no right to call me mother,” Zakura said sternly, “not after your only goal in life has been to kill me.”
“You only aid The Order’s fears,” said Zhang, “you are the arrogant type who WOULD abuse your power; my own daughter; the avatar...”
“Like I said to your wife,” said Zakura harshly, “you have no right to call me father. As for abusing my powers; who’s to say that I won’t? That’s why I actually have people here that know how I operate. You two, failed the most miserably at it. Luckily, I serve a higher authority.”
“You do,” Yang exclaimed, but she wasn’t the only one; Royota and Tenoko had both said the exact same thing.
“That business is my own.”
“Hmm,” the Dark Warrior remarked, putting her fingers on her helmet where her chin would be if she took it off, “you too then?”
“Aye,” Zakura replied, “and in all honesty, I want this war over just as much as you do.”
Yang, however, was through with the small talk. However, The Dark Warrior opposed this.
“Keep your trap shut, woman,” she snapped, “I’m not finished.”
“Ha,” Yang laughed, “you really think I would listen to you—the woman who is too scared to show her face, and so instead she hides behind the face of a once great figure? Ha; you are too much of a coward to do anything else but abuse your powers.”
“Don’t,” said The Dark Warrior, pulling off her helmet, “you call me a coward ever again, woman.”
The revelation of The Dark Warrior’s identity came as a huge shock to everyone. Some people in fact were horrified when they saw her face. Katara I and Sokka were among them.
The Dark Warrior was none other than Katara Altina II. Her scraggly dark brown hair, distinct, golden eyes and stony face were unmistakable.
“Now tell me,” she said, still retaining the firmness in her low voice that she had had under her helmet, “can any of you imagine what it would be like to have more power than you could believe? Or perhaps what it would be like to have to consistently train and gain control to always get better, knowing that a failure to do so would result in said power consuming you alive in a slow and painful death? Now imagine that the person who you loved and cared for the most; the person who could best help you with that problem; getting ripped from you at a young age, and that it happened suddenly and without reason.”
“That’s amusing,” Yang shrugged, “what’s your point?”
“My point is,” said Katara “is that this war is futile. Fighting will get you all as people nowhere.”
“And do you really think that any of us are going to listen to a little girl like you?”
Katara laughed. “Woman,” she said, “you have just stumbled right into my trap. Why else do you think I donned the armor of The Dark Warrior? I wanted to be feared. Most people wouldn’t fear a 15-year-old girl. However, a notorious figure like The Warrior of the Black Hand would be feared, especially since I could imitate him very well.
I did some research in the Fire Nation Palace about him; learned who he was, what he did, and how he moved and acted. I’ll give credit to Orzon and Ayumi for letting me stay with them for that.”
Ayumi actually looked furious. It was likely that she felt insulted that she had been outdone like that by a 15-year-old girl. Nonetheless, Katara continued.
“With that all said, just remember: I serve neither The Avatar Guard nor The Order of the Avatar Slayer. I will also warn that whichever side is not fighting for a good cause will eventually lose everything. In the meantime, I’m going to sit this fight out. I’ll always be one step ahead of you all, for I am The Warrior of the Black Hand. Farewell.”
“Who said we were through here,” Yang asked her,
“I did,” Katara replied, “so I suggest you can it before I shoot some lightning at you. The only one I’m not going to kill is Orzon. Now with that said, I’m gone. Farewell.”
Katara went about 300 yards away from the battle onto a hill and sat down to “watch” the battle. A few moments after she had left, they all started fighting again.
“What’s wrong, Ayumi,” Tenoko leered, as these two fought, “are you mad that you just got done in by a 15-year-old girl?”
Ayumi was mad, but she wasn’t letting Tenoko’s taunts throw her fighting style off. She was swift and powerful. She kept Tenoko on her feet, but seemed to be aiming for Tenoko’s bare feet in hope of burning them. Nonetheless, even at 43, Tenoko was still very fast.
Katara continued to watch the fight, and she actually began smirking. She really was always one step ahead of everyone else, and once all was said and done, she would come back and explain how. Her mission though, was clear. Like Zakura, she too served a higher authority, and the fact that no one knew very much about her would work to her advantage. She laughed.
“Times have changed,” she muttered, likely referring to herself gaining control over her power, “and You Know Nothing About Me.”
~Azula~
