Choose your own Azuladventure

[burnedbrighter]

Who: Azula and you
What: Azula's in a great mood, last call to train with her, get advice or just have some lunch before the next arena.
Where: Around the Capitol and Tribute Tower.
When: After Enjolras Expose
Notes: It's Azula, she's in a good mood. That can't be good.



There were few things in life she liked better then watching those she hated suffer.

And knowing that Enjolras was no longer going to be comfortable in the Capitol while their tributes were fighting and dying in the arena made her so happy she was practically glowing.

And so she went about her business in this joyful and buzzing manner, a nice healthy and balanced breakfast, followed by the training hall.

Lunch in a trendy cafe where she could take meetings, followed by a casual stroll through a botanical garden.

Today would be a good day.

And hopefully the start of many good days to come.

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[burnedbrighter]

Azula felt the gradual change in pressure against her fists. Even now the girl was coming for her? Was it instinct or choice?

Her father had not appeared to be much from afar, but clearly there was more to him if he had created this creature.

Feeling the leg come to hers for a trip Azula planted her hands on Mindy's shoulders and pushed hard flipping over Mindy's head so the fist would find air instead of stomach.

The ground rushed up to find Azula's shoes and she used the precious seconds she would have before her opponent could turn around to kick backwards, leaning forward to add precision to the strike.

She could have, should have aimed for the small of Mindy's back, but that would risk paralysis and as much as Azula would enjoy sending the young mentor in for surgery, it would reflect poorly upon Azula among her superiors.

So just a foot higher and her strike would be thrust between Mindy's shoulder blades.

[hit_girl_mindy]

That was all her body was willing to let her have. As she soared through the air, the kick in the shoulder was a final blow that caused Mindy to hit the ground hard. She groaned, taking a moment to pick up herself, barely, on trembling knees.

This was a blow to her, compounded with what happened to Guy. She made Azula bleed and had damn well shown her what she could do, but in turn she'd seen exactly what Azula was capable of, and today that was enough to beat her. She spit some of the blood out her mouth, breathing hard. Her body was begging her to stop, and today, in her lowest moment, she'd at least give it that much dignity. No way would she be found unconscious like some piece of trash on the ground: she worked and pushed herself too hard for that.

"Fine," she said quietly, wiping her face. "Not gonna push it today. Good for you. Bask in your good mood or whatever."

[burnedbrighter]

"Oh don't stop for my sake." Azula smirked as she rose from her kicking stance and turned to face the fallen girl. "Were you really not pushing yourself? That would be impressive if that really wasn't you giving me your best. It would also be an insult." She added as her satisfaction at seeing Mindy struggling to accept the truth helped to sooth the stinging in her own muscles and joints. Her face was sore but nothing a trip to the spa couldn't cure. By the end of the day you'd never know Azula had been in a fight at all.

Now for the important part.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're still struggling to admit that I'm not simply an ego without the force to back it up. The determination and dedication to perfection that has brought you where you are is also what brought me here over you in this moment."

"I want you to admit it now, that in a fair fight with no tricks and no handicaps that you came at me honestly with all you had and lost."

At least the only audience they had right now were peacekeepers, some training room staff and whatever cameras were lurking about.

[hit_girl_mindy]

"God, you talk a lot." It was a lame thing to say, but for someone who'd gotten a face pounding that would have put a day at the butcher's to shame, she had every reason to want to silence the ringing in her head. And now, with this shit still coming over her, the bitch wanted her to embarrass herself further?

That was so very Azula.

But Mindy? She was a girl who believed in owning her shit and eating it when it came to her. She and Azula's been deadlocked in this verbal battle, and hell, Mindy'd even had a few victories over the girl, what with her eye before and the motorcycle race the last time. Even at her lowest, and shittiest mood, she was not a girl who'd lie about her loss.

"All right. You won. I lost. I came at you with what I know, and made enough mistakes that I lost the fight. You're stronger than your bullshit at the Arena led me to believe. For someone who's a mentor, you didn't allow yoursef to seed. I can respect that."

[burnedbrighter]

The satisfaction was practically oozing from Azula's face as she loomed over Mindy to soak it all in.

"And don't you forget it." That part at least she meant honestly, Mindy's pride had blinded her to things in the short time Azula had known her, perhaps this would be enough of a kick in the rear to make her reevaluate some things. Either way it hardly mattered to Azula.

She knew she was right, and she had been all along.

"Well I don't know about you, but I feel invigorated." She purred contentedly, "And I still have enough time to get cleaned up and relax a bit before my lunch appointment." Turning gracefully she flicked her hand in a elegant and yet somehow bitchy departing wave.

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Already doing me best to," Mindy replied, rolling her eyes. Of course she was going to have a blow to her pride, having someone she really disliked having one-upped her. There was one thing she did agree on though, that she would never have said to Azula?

She DID feel invigorated. There was pain, sure, but adrenaline was beating over her, and had carried her through this whole thing. Without having the Arena to work out her ferocity, all she had was training, so this...felt really good. The blood was pumping (and leaking) but honestly, she needed this.

What was more, she'd seen enough of how Azula fought now. It was a decent style, and it relied on speed, something she knew she could match in time. It sucked hard to lose, and her pride had taken enough hits lately, but she didn't feel dejected about the fight.

"No," she said pointedly to the Peacekeepers approaching her. "I can move myself. She didn't break anything. I'll keep my bruises. No big deal."