Korra jumped up high, dodging a blast of fire as her opponent pulled his hand back, readying to shoot another. From the air, she could get a better read on his movements and find an opening. The firebender looked up to see where she was, and-- there! A misstep in his footwork was exactly what she needed.
Now, time seemed to slow. She could see his expression change when he saw her smirk, he knew something was about to happen. One of her hands went behind her, balling into a fist, ready to shoot off a stream of flame. It would serve as more than enough propulsion to send her rocketing towards her opponent. The other hand stayed by her side prepared to attack once she was close enough.
Surging forward, a stream of thoughts went through her mind. The foremost one was simply how amazing it was: the feeling of bending and combat exhilarated her. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, giving her that giddy feeling she always loved. The first time she remembered feeling it was awe inspiring. Subsequent occasions were no different, and this one wasn't either.
The thought that followed was a quick one. She was good at bending, and she knew it. Her confidence gave her strength and unnerved her opponents. It was a weapon in itself, one she often utilized. The masters likely saw it as overconfidence or haughtiness, but Korra knew better. Faith in her own strength was all it was, nothing more.
Lastly, she was ready. Ready to take on the world, ready to introduce herself, ready to be the Avatar. Sure, she'd felt this way before, but at that stalled moment, it was the most intense the feeling had ever been. Korra wouldn't let people talk her out of it this time. Ignoring it wouldn't make it go away, it would only strengthen it. Now it was time to put an end to this and show them.
Five feet from the ground, she cut off the stream of fire behind her, quickly taking aim with both hands at the man's feet. Red hot flames shot from her fists, scorching the earth below her as she was kept airborne from the sheer force she was exerting.
The match was hers, and at that moment, so was the world.
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Sample Entry Two:
Now, time seemed to slow. She could see his expression change when he saw her smirk, he knew something was about to happen. One of her hands went behind her, balling into a fist, ready to shoot off a stream of flame. It would serve as more than enough propulsion to send her rocketing towards her opponent. The other hand stayed by her side prepared to attack once she was close enough.
Surging forward, a stream of thoughts went through her mind. The foremost one was simply how amazing it was: the feeling of bending and combat exhilarated her. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, giving her that giddy feeling she always loved. The first time she remembered feeling it was awe inspiring. Subsequent occasions were no different, and this one wasn't either.
The thought that followed was a quick one. She was good at bending, and she knew it. Her confidence gave her strength and unnerved her opponents. It was a weapon in itself, one she often utilized. The masters likely saw it as overconfidence or haughtiness, but Korra knew better. Faith in her own strength was all it was, nothing more.
Lastly, she was ready. Ready to take on the world, ready to introduce herself, ready to be the Avatar. Sure, she'd felt this way before, but at that stalled moment, it was the most intense the feeling had ever been. Korra wouldn't let people talk her out of it this time. Ignoring it wouldn't make it go away, it would only strengthen it. Now it was time to put an end to this and show them.
Five feet from the ground, she cut off the stream of fire behind her, quickly taking aim with both hands at the man's feet. Red hot flames shot from her fists, scorching the earth below her as she was kept airborne from the sheer force she was exerting.
The match was hers, and at that moment, so was the world.