Post by Teяa253 on Jan 1, 2009 10:55:24 GMT 1
there's actually not much of a fight between these two, or so we think. these two seem to give off a lot of revealing information [in some cases, 'revealing' having more than one meaning], and Ayumi tells Tenoko that she's a mom. what do I mean? well, read this 62nd chapter to find out...
CHAPTER 62: AYUMI AND TENOKO
The battle raged on, neither side gaining the upper hand, and common soldiers getting cut down on both sides. The more prominent figures were still locked in fierce combat. Ayumi and the barefoot Tenoko were among one of the focal points of the battle, the fierce firebender waging an all-out barrage of attacks on the calm [and possibly slightly drunken] waterbender.
Even clad in her billowing Fire Lady’s robes, Ayumi was still mercilessly swift, her long, black hair and billowing robes making her look slightly more imposing, especially when she jumped—something she did quite often.
Tenoko has some unorthodox waterbending styles similar to Maric and Malak, her Dragmire Flips serving her well.
Ayumi was fiercely shooting fire of all colors at Tenoko who spiraled, flipped, dodged, blocked or countered them to avoid taking damage.
“Are we through practicing,” Tenoko asked off-handedly, “I mean: you’ve been trying to hit me for quite some time now?”
“Perhaps you should try fighting me,” said Ayumi, and she actually ceased her attacks and stood there. An unfortunate Avatar Guard soldier or two thought that she would be easy picking because of this, and learned the hard way that she wasn’t.
“Look at yourself,” said Ayumi, noting Tenoko’s awkward gangling stance, “it’s no wonder we were able to drive you out. Though your children seem to be able to hold their grounds as well as you do.”
“What are you talking about, woman,” Tenoko exclaimed, starting to fight back, “I might be drunk, but I’m not stupid.”
Ayumi laughed a genuine laugh. Her sinister demeanor made it sound ominous. “You of all people don’t even know? Think of it, you idiot: why do you think those kids have the same last name as you?”
“Maric and Malak,” Tenoko exclaimed, “what are you leading to?”
“come, come, foolish child,” said Ayumi, ceasing her fighting, blocking Tenoko’s last few moves and then taking her hand, leading her away from the fray, “surely you of all people would know the story of your own children? I guess I was wrong.”
Once they were far away enough from the battle to know that there wouldn’t be random people trying to attack them, Ayumi sat down beside Tenoko, her soft, pale hand still clasped over Tenoko’s darker hand, which was covered by the fingerless gloves she wore. Tenoko curled her toes in the grass and seemed to be relaxing.
“Good, good,” said Ayumi, “calm down; don’t let the heat of this battle get to you in the head. You never know who might be plotting against you. Anyways, those kids... Maric and Malak are their names apparently, are yours. Maybe it comes from being the leader of a Nation—something you failed miserably at.
Anyways, I knew the name of the family that found your babies in the Water Tribe Palace. They’ve been done in by Michiko’s men, but obviously the kids survived. They’ve got your eyes, Tenoko—and your moves.
Perhaps if you spent more time looking up current events when they’re, um, current—and stopped being a blithering drunkard, you’d be aware that your own children have been right under your very nose for over 14 years. Tenoko, I even know what you originally named them.”
“So what’s your point,” Tenoko asked, unfazed by Ayumi’s insults,
“My point is,” said Ayumi “is that you are an idiot. If you were smarter you’d probably realize that this is a trap.”
“No it isn’t,” said Tenoko, looking right into Ayumi’s eyes, “and do you know how I know that: because instead of spending my time in the affairs of others, I actually went into the world and made a name for myself. I left fate in charge of my children if they were alive, and it seems that it’s done well in raising them.”
“Hmph” Ayumi shrugged, “I thought a mother was supposed to at least recognize her own children. I guess you proved me wrong again, Tenoko Dragmire. You were always full of surprises.”
“You never fail to impress me, Lady Ayumi Zhaoka,” said Tenoko, “it’s amazing how respected you are. Tell me, is it fear or extortion that is the drive of your followers?”
Ayumi smirked, “that would be my little secret, wouldn’t it?”
“Aye,” Tenoko replied, “similar to that time when Katara burned your clothes off down to your underthings the first time you fought?”
Ayumi went red, both from anger and embarrassment, and looked ready to strike suddenly at Tenoko, who just chuckled.
“Nothing’s changed, my good friend,” Tenoko replied, getting her hand out of Ayumi’s and patting her back, “we’re still the same rivals we were since childhood. I’m glad to see you still don’t ever deny things that you know to be true. I admire that, Fire Lady.”
“So I get showed up by a 15-year-old girl and you go 14 years without knowing your children were under your nose,” said Ayumi, chuckling, “I guess an old score gets settled then.”
“I suppose so,” Tenoko chuckled, “things are always interesting with you around, Lady Ayumi. It’s a pity you were always against the avatar.”
“I suppose it’s a flaw,” said Ayumi, shrugging and attempting to stand up, but Tenoko pulled her back down.
“Come, sit,” she said, “why must you leave so soon? You got me interested. My little Kemet and Komae are named Maric and Malak. What else do you know about my little babies?”
Ayumi’s smile widened. “I see your tactic, Chief Tenoko Dragmire,” she said, “You are turning my trap against me. Very well; if you wish to capture me, then so be it. Perhaps though we should continue fighting before I feign defeat though—it would look more believable.”
Tenoko laughed. “You never fail to amuse me, Ayumi,” she said, “even when I was 18 and you were 24; you were still my strong rival, always just a little more powerful than I was.”
There was in fact a 6-year age difference between these two; therefore, if Tenoko was 43, Ayumi was 49.
“Are you going to let me stand now,” Ayumi asked, “or am I going to have to suffer the humiliation of you pulling my robe off first?”
Tenoko laughed, and Ayumi did as well.
“I suppose if you wanted it off I could arrange that,” Tenoko laughed, “after all, you seem to like it loose; but no. I had no intention of pulling it off. You can get up whenever you want. You’re the Fire Lady. I’m no one but an old Water Tribe chief that’s too drunk to even know my own children when they walk up to me.”
“Then as a leader I command you to continue fighting me, especially if you ever do plan on capturing me. After all, I’m not going to go down without a fight.”
“Ayumi, please,” said Tenoko, laughing, “you’ve always ousted me power-wise. Why should this be any different? If anything I’ll be at your mercy.”
“I guess we shall see,” said Ayumi, getting into position and then striking,
“Indeed,” said Tenoko, blocking her attack and lashing towards Ayumi’s ankles with her water whips. She jumped made a fireball on her fist that she sent crashing down at the ground towards Tenoko’s feet. It sent a wave of fire towards her that crept over the ground, but Tenoko jumped over it, swinging her whip to extinguish the flames.
She then turned them into huge projectiles, which she launched at Ayumi. Ayumi flipped over one, but lost her footing on the other, falling backwards, cursing at her mistake. Tenoko immediately was over her, her hands covered in ice spikes.
“You went easy, on me,” said Tenoko, smirking, pointing one of her ice-spiked hands at Ayumi’s face; the other at her heart;
“You don’t know that,” Ayumi replied, “after all, how could I have feigned that fall? That hurt. You know me, Tenoko. If I didn’t even deny that humiliating moment with Katara, why would I try to deny this?”
“Hmm,” Tenoko said, thinking, not letting Ayumi get a chance to pull a fast one; “you bring a good point up. I guess you leave me no choice...”
Tenoko suddenly dropped her ice spikes, letting them melt into water over Ayumi’s face and chest, soaking her. That was a brief distraction, and it gave Tenoko enough time to slip her hands around Ayumi’s neck, passing her out.
“Dethroning the Fire Lady should not have been this easy,” he thought to herself, hoisting Ayumi’s unconscious form over her shoulders. Tenoko was a stealthy woman, and was able to slip even past Orzon, who Tenoko noticed was looking around for his wife. Tenoko took Ayumi back to the Avatar Guard’s base camp and chained her down at her neck, so that thrashing would cut into her throat. She then left and returned to the battlefield.
Unfortunately for Tenoko, Iresu had seen her and Ayumi talking, and so she stopped Tenoko as well, though she was earthbending against her enemies, and was very skilled.
“That would be my business now, wouldn’t it,” Tenoko replied after Ayumi asked what she had been doing, “don’t you worry about it. Let’s finish this fight.”
“Where is Ayumi?” Iresu asked,
“Around,” Tenoko replied, blasting ice spikes at an unfortunate Order soldier, “what, am I her keeper?”
“never mind,” said Iresu, still blasting rocks and slabs of earth outwards, her stance constantly changing, “just fight...”
“Of course,” Tenoko replied, and she joined the fight again, which seemed to be slowing down.
Tenoko had known Ayumi for many years, and naturally, Ayumi had known Tenoko for many years. These two were rivals in a way, but ironically, were also friends to a degree. Tenoko did not know how Ayumi knew about her children, and Ayumi did not know how Tenoko knew about her rift with Katara. Nonetheless, these mysteries were all part of the games played by Ayumi and Tenoko.
~Azula~
CHAPTER 62: AYUMI AND TENOKO
The battle raged on, neither side gaining the upper hand, and common soldiers getting cut down on both sides. The more prominent figures were still locked in fierce combat. Ayumi and the barefoot Tenoko were among one of the focal points of the battle, the fierce firebender waging an all-out barrage of attacks on the calm [and possibly slightly drunken] waterbender.
Even clad in her billowing Fire Lady’s robes, Ayumi was still mercilessly swift, her long, black hair and billowing robes making her look slightly more imposing, especially when she jumped—something she did quite often.
Tenoko has some unorthodox waterbending styles similar to Maric and Malak, her Dragmire Flips serving her well.
Ayumi was fiercely shooting fire of all colors at Tenoko who spiraled, flipped, dodged, blocked or countered them to avoid taking damage.
“Are we through practicing,” Tenoko asked off-handedly, “I mean: you’ve been trying to hit me for quite some time now?”
“Perhaps you should try fighting me,” said Ayumi, and she actually ceased her attacks and stood there. An unfortunate Avatar Guard soldier or two thought that she would be easy picking because of this, and learned the hard way that she wasn’t.
“Look at yourself,” said Ayumi, noting Tenoko’s awkward gangling stance, “it’s no wonder we were able to drive you out. Though your children seem to be able to hold their grounds as well as you do.”
“What are you talking about, woman,” Tenoko exclaimed, starting to fight back, “I might be drunk, but I’m not stupid.”
Ayumi laughed a genuine laugh. Her sinister demeanor made it sound ominous. “You of all people don’t even know? Think of it, you idiot: why do you think those kids have the same last name as you?”
“Maric and Malak,” Tenoko exclaimed, “what are you leading to?”
“come, come, foolish child,” said Ayumi, ceasing her fighting, blocking Tenoko’s last few moves and then taking her hand, leading her away from the fray, “surely you of all people would know the story of your own children? I guess I was wrong.”
Once they were far away enough from the battle to know that there wouldn’t be random people trying to attack them, Ayumi sat down beside Tenoko, her soft, pale hand still clasped over Tenoko’s darker hand, which was covered by the fingerless gloves she wore. Tenoko curled her toes in the grass and seemed to be relaxing.
“Good, good,” said Ayumi, “calm down; don’t let the heat of this battle get to you in the head. You never know who might be plotting against you. Anyways, those kids... Maric and Malak are their names apparently, are yours. Maybe it comes from being the leader of a Nation—something you failed miserably at.
Anyways, I knew the name of the family that found your babies in the Water Tribe Palace. They’ve been done in by Michiko’s men, but obviously the kids survived. They’ve got your eyes, Tenoko—and your moves.
Perhaps if you spent more time looking up current events when they’re, um, current—and stopped being a blithering drunkard, you’d be aware that your own children have been right under your very nose for over 14 years. Tenoko, I even know what you originally named them.”
“So what’s your point,” Tenoko asked, unfazed by Ayumi’s insults,
“My point is,” said Ayumi “is that you are an idiot. If you were smarter you’d probably realize that this is a trap.”
“No it isn’t,” said Tenoko, looking right into Ayumi’s eyes, “and do you know how I know that: because instead of spending my time in the affairs of others, I actually went into the world and made a name for myself. I left fate in charge of my children if they were alive, and it seems that it’s done well in raising them.”
“Hmph” Ayumi shrugged, “I thought a mother was supposed to at least recognize her own children. I guess you proved me wrong again, Tenoko Dragmire. You were always full of surprises.”
“You never fail to impress me, Lady Ayumi Zhaoka,” said Tenoko, “it’s amazing how respected you are. Tell me, is it fear or extortion that is the drive of your followers?”
Ayumi smirked, “that would be my little secret, wouldn’t it?”
“Aye,” Tenoko replied, “similar to that time when Katara burned your clothes off down to your underthings the first time you fought?”
Ayumi went red, both from anger and embarrassment, and looked ready to strike suddenly at Tenoko, who just chuckled.
“Nothing’s changed, my good friend,” Tenoko replied, getting her hand out of Ayumi’s and patting her back, “we’re still the same rivals we were since childhood. I’m glad to see you still don’t ever deny things that you know to be true. I admire that, Fire Lady.”
“So I get showed up by a 15-year-old girl and you go 14 years without knowing your children were under your nose,” said Ayumi, chuckling, “I guess an old score gets settled then.”
“I suppose so,” Tenoko chuckled, “things are always interesting with you around, Lady Ayumi. It’s a pity you were always against the avatar.”
“I suppose it’s a flaw,” said Ayumi, shrugging and attempting to stand up, but Tenoko pulled her back down.
“Come, sit,” she said, “why must you leave so soon? You got me interested. My little Kemet and Komae are named Maric and Malak. What else do you know about my little babies?”
Ayumi’s smile widened. “I see your tactic, Chief Tenoko Dragmire,” she said, “You are turning my trap against me. Very well; if you wish to capture me, then so be it. Perhaps though we should continue fighting before I feign defeat though—it would look more believable.”
Tenoko laughed. “You never fail to amuse me, Ayumi,” she said, “even when I was 18 and you were 24; you were still my strong rival, always just a little more powerful than I was.”
There was in fact a 6-year age difference between these two; therefore, if Tenoko was 43, Ayumi was 49.
“Are you going to let me stand now,” Ayumi asked, “or am I going to have to suffer the humiliation of you pulling my robe off first?”
Tenoko laughed, and Ayumi did as well.
“I suppose if you wanted it off I could arrange that,” Tenoko laughed, “after all, you seem to like it loose; but no. I had no intention of pulling it off. You can get up whenever you want. You’re the Fire Lady. I’m no one but an old Water Tribe chief that’s too drunk to even know my own children when they walk up to me.”
“Then as a leader I command you to continue fighting me, especially if you ever do plan on capturing me. After all, I’m not going to go down without a fight.”
“Ayumi, please,” said Tenoko, laughing, “you’ve always ousted me power-wise. Why should this be any different? If anything I’ll be at your mercy.”
“I guess we shall see,” said Ayumi, getting into position and then striking,
“Indeed,” said Tenoko, blocking her attack and lashing towards Ayumi’s ankles with her water whips. She jumped made a fireball on her fist that she sent crashing down at the ground towards Tenoko’s feet. It sent a wave of fire towards her that crept over the ground, but Tenoko jumped over it, swinging her whip to extinguish the flames.
She then turned them into huge projectiles, which she launched at Ayumi. Ayumi flipped over one, but lost her footing on the other, falling backwards, cursing at her mistake. Tenoko immediately was over her, her hands covered in ice spikes.
“You went easy, on me,” said Tenoko, smirking, pointing one of her ice-spiked hands at Ayumi’s face; the other at her heart;
“You don’t know that,” Ayumi replied, “after all, how could I have feigned that fall? That hurt. You know me, Tenoko. If I didn’t even deny that humiliating moment with Katara, why would I try to deny this?”
“Hmm,” Tenoko said, thinking, not letting Ayumi get a chance to pull a fast one; “you bring a good point up. I guess you leave me no choice...”
Tenoko suddenly dropped her ice spikes, letting them melt into water over Ayumi’s face and chest, soaking her. That was a brief distraction, and it gave Tenoko enough time to slip her hands around Ayumi’s neck, passing her out.
“Dethroning the Fire Lady should not have been this easy,” he thought to herself, hoisting Ayumi’s unconscious form over her shoulders. Tenoko was a stealthy woman, and was able to slip even past Orzon, who Tenoko noticed was looking around for his wife. Tenoko took Ayumi back to the Avatar Guard’s base camp and chained her down at her neck, so that thrashing would cut into her throat. She then left and returned to the battlefield.
Unfortunately for Tenoko, Iresu had seen her and Ayumi talking, and so she stopped Tenoko as well, though she was earthbending against her enemies, and was very skilled.
“That would be my business now, wouldn’t it,” Tenoko replied after Ayumi asked what she had been doing, “don’t you worry about it. Let’s finish this fight.”
“Where is Ayumi?” Iresu asked,
“Around,” Tenoko replied, blasting ice spikes at an unfortunate Order soldier, “what, am I her keeper?”
“never mind,” said Iresu, still blasting rocks and slabs of earth outwards, her stance constantly changing, “just fight...”
“Of course,” Tenoko replied, and she joined the fight again, which seemed to be slowing down.
Tenoko had known Ayumi for many years, and naturally, Ayumi had known Tenoko for many years. These two were rivals in a way, but ironically, were also friends to a degree. Tenoko did not know how Ayumi knew about her children, and Ayumi did not know how Tenoko knew about her rift with Katara. Nonetheless, these mysteries were all part of the games played by Ayumi and Tenoko.
~Azula~
