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Shun nodded as the older guy introduced the two of them. The scrawny kid seemed to be walking off, but before he had any chance to do so a barfight broke out in the secret backstage of the Blue Box, where the fighting ring was. It wasn't really a secret that there was a fighting ring here, but they had to keep it secret from the authorities after all. Or at least bribe those who found out. Jinhai didn't like paying bribes, but it was slightly inevitable that half of the town knew. Not that the town cared. The authorities probably knew aswell, and didn't care either. It kept the civilians calmer on the streets, so they certainly could act as if nothing was going on unless something bad happened. Like now. From the backstage a guy suddenly came hurtling through the part of the establishment where the normal drinking people were seated, straight on top of Shun's table. And on top of his brandy.

"Well fuck this guy." He mumbled, grabbing the now empty bottle of brandy and breaking it on the intruder's head.

He kne he shouldn't join, because otherwise Jinhai'd kick his ass, so instead of getting angry about his brandy being stolen, he robbed the partially unconcsious and groaning man of his posessions, those that were easily accesible that was. His skill as a nimble-handed thief came in handy earning him enough money for at least a few more bottles of brandy, but nothing spectacular.

Glancing around he checked that noone had noticed his quick 'liberation' of money for the 'greater good'. Then he sat back and relaxed, waiting untill Jinhai would storm in and break the face of the guy that now came walking out of the backdoor, ready to take the money Shun now had muffled away from the man, just returning to the world of the living again. Just in time for the show that was. Shun himself grabbed a smoke and wordlessly asked the guy who introduced himself as Shen for a lighter.
 
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Curiosity can be a dangerous thing!

A collab between Gerontis and Sketching.

Summary :
With the smoke rising up from the palace, it is clear that something is amiss. Due his curiosity and having heard rumours earlier that day, Fang decided to investigate what had happened. Only for a rather unexpected event to happen.​


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Strapping the scabbard to his back, Fang looked around for a moment. It was dead silent as he just stood in the room. There was no sound coming from the outside, which didn't surprise the man. Walking to the exit of his home, Fang didn't had notice anything out of the ordinary. Like always, he had tried to pay attention to any rumour that would be somewhat interesting. And of course interacting with the commoners he had managed to gain a bond with. Only to later to hear whispers that weren't much to his liking. Having caught up with the rumours of the rebellion, Fang had sent a message to his superiors. Hopefully he could try to stall or fix the situation and then others from his order would be able to really do something regarding it.

Getting on the street, Fang furrowed his brow. There was literally nobody on the streets. While he saw clear smoke rising up from the palace, there was no guard or who so ever to keep the peace. Nobody that had thought to look at the possible ruckus. Sighing, Fang already was getting a bad feeling about this.

The metalbender in the palace was drowning in sweat. Not that she was tired or anything, but the molten lava surrounding her was heating the room up quite a bit. The banners hanging from the wrecked roof were ablaze, slowly getting put out by the quiet wind. The king sat on the throne, lifeless, with blood pouring from his face. She took her stance and made a quick motion. The lava quickly turned to earth as she spread her arms out to her sides. With the heat lowering, an evil grin crept up Alicia's lips as she looked at the dead lord.

Jogging, Fang kept his eyes out for anybody. Yet the streets were still empty. Had ever guard been taken care off? Bribed? Murdered? Where were those who had helped with that? There was a certain ominous feeling rising in Fang's stomach. Though confident he was a capable fighter, what if he was going to face just one person? That wasn't really a comfortable thought. Yet as he kept closing in the distance, the feeling started to rise.

Alicia walked up to the throne slowly, feeling that there's no reason to hurry. She reached the man and dug her hand down her cloak, pulling out what appeared to be a pendant with a strange symbol on it that was only revealed to the moonlight for a split second. She quickly pocketed it and pulled the body off its seat, muttering a curse at the dead man before spitting.

Slowing down as he started to feel he was getting winded, Fang noticed that he hadn't encountered one living soul. But as Fang walked furthermore, he started to notice the destruction. Walking in a normal pace, it was pretty clear that there had been some struggle. Placing his right hand on the handle of his blade, Fang started to approach the broken doors of the palace. Keeping an eye out, Fang's bad feeling was reaching it's climax. The atmosphere was warm and almost smothering, which wasn't a nice combination with the tension that hang in the air.

The woman turned around as she felt the tremors of the footsteps in her radius. She glared daggers at the young warrior who was coming through the door. "A civillian. What are you doing in the palace?" she demanded, sounding neither too stern, nor too soft. Alicia was only a silhouette to any who'd see her at that time with the lighting the way it was, but it was easy to see that she was hovering over the bloody throne with the dead king on the ground.

Frowning, Fang threw a glance around before throwing a look back at the direction of the voice. The interior of the place was quite messed up, to put it lightly. Lowering his right hand, Fang smiled. There was no joy in his smile, nor in his polite sounding voice. "Simply being a bit too curious, I guess." Fang replied. He came to a halt, staring at the silhouette. "Or like what I told a familiar face this morning, I have this bad habit of looking for trouble." Seeing by the scene it seemed that the king was dead. Not a real personal loss, but Fang wasn't sure if his order would view it the same as he did. "What if we go outside and talk in the fresh air? Perhaps with some lemon tea?"

The woman didn't dawdle. She didn't intend to speak before making the room secure. She raised her foot high and stomped it forward. As it went down, the earth under the door rose and blocked the path. "Snappy brat," she muttered as she took another step out of the shadow. "I'd suggest you go home but I wouldn't want to take any chances." Her tone didn't change except for an added hint of annoyance at the swordsman's comments.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Fang noticed the change made. "I see." Looking back, his facial expression was somewhat disappointed. "Judging by the scene, I figured you aren't much of the talker. Shame, really." Sighing out loud, Fang stepped with his left foot, one step back. "I thought some lemon tea after a murder would be a nice gesture."

The woman took a small leap forward, landing on lower ground than the throne, the stones around her feet cracking. She spun her arms upwards and two pieces of rock thrust themselves at Fang, flying with impressive velocity. Alicia didn't feel too much like talking, seeing how it wouldn't have much of a point. She had to deal with this as soon as possible, before anyone else got wind of the way the king had died.

Lowering himself a bit, Fang would jump to the right to evade one of the rocks that would be heading his way. Landing on his feet, he would push himself to the left, to avoid the other rock. Skidding to a halt, he was tempted to throw fire back at his opponent. But seeing the damage that had already been created, he knew that every surprise would be a crucial advantage. Not to win, but to get out and away. Now he had seen who had comitted the crime, Fang knew better than to think he would be capable of winning this.

Alicia lowered herself as well, stretching her foot. She quickly flicked her hands in and forward a few times, the earth below her formed a circle, creating a smooth crack between it and the land around it. She spun and as she did, the earth in the near proximity that her stretched foot pointed at thrust itself at the fighter in form of small rapidfire. The attacks were quite light and above average at ferocity at best for now, though the surrounding area was a testimony to her witheld strength.

Though grinning, Fang wasn't really feeling lucky or postive about the situation. Flexing his fingers, he lowered himself as he focused on countering the rapidfire. Waiting for the right time, Fang's hands formed fists and slammed together. Fire was created, like the connection of the fists sparked the ignition, creating a blazing wall of fire that would have enough force to keep most of the rapidfire from him. Feeling however something at his right shoulder, Fang started to think of a plan to exit and flee the scene.

With the small pebbles and dirt incinerated, the look in the woman's eyes changed. She hopped up and flicked her hands, the earth beneath her crudely raising and surfing over the tiles, crushing or separating them with ease. She moved straight for Fang with the low, moving pillar she was on. And the fire wall would vanish, revealing that Fang wasn't on the same spot anymore.

Holding his breath, Fang felt how sweat from his brow rolled down. He had managed to use the wall of fire to hide him from her view and hide behind a rock. Staying silent, he hadn't figured a way out yet. His eyes glanced around, but every possible exit wouldn't work. It wasn't like that woman would just let him escape. Half closing his eyes, Fang had one crazy idea in mind, but he had already suffered a hit. The slight pain at his shoulder, a where a sharp stone had grazed him, reminded him politely that she wasn't trying to roll around with him.

Alicia hopped off as the pillar passed through the fire, once she was able to realize that the fighter was gone. "Think you're smart, eh?" she yelled, sounding more annoyed than before. In the path of destruction she'd created, there was one thing that stood out. An amulet: something that the king was seen with whenever he was in public, now for the first time far away from its owner. The woman groaned. "I'll get you yet..." She flicked her hands in and separated her legs, her knees bent perfectly into a strong and classical earthbender stance. She swung her arms out and up, causing a rather strong, yet not too powerful tremor, followed by a small wave that would pass through the ground like a bump, moving away from her in all directions, flicking up rocks that it hit.

Smart? Me? No, not really. He thought to himself. He tried to peek at the woman, hoping to catch a glance of what she was doing, but by the time he saw what she was doing, it was too late. Though he managed to stay behind the rock, Fang muttered a curse or two as he lost his balance. Falling on his back, he was forced to quickly roll to the right. At the place where his head had been a second ago, a rock shattered, slamming some debris against Fang. Coughing, the man managed to rise up, shaking his head. "You could've asked me, you know?" He mumbled, trying to focus and ignoring the pain.

The amulet had flown over to the smashed rock where the young man was not too long ago. The woman turned to see the swordsman on his feet. She raised a wall from the ground as if lifting it with her own hands and leaned her hands on it and pushing, making it move steadily towards him and though it was much slower than the other attacks, there was little time to dawdle.

As if his motivation wasn't already that low, due knowing well that he was outmatched, Fang noticed the odd thing about her attack. Frowning, he quickly started to run and managed to evade the wall. Lowering himself, he would skid to a halt, his left hand moving to the ground before he straightened his back. She was toying with him, which was both something good as something bad. "I suppose a deal is off the table?" Fang asked in a rather friendly manner.

The woman stopped for a moment, baffled by the question. She laughed heartily before turning to the source of the sound and moving her arms in a rising circle motion as the earth around the young man would start to rise slowly to create a dome. Perhaps she was acting a bit too sluggish, but she didn't feel like exerting herself after the long night that she'd just had.

Grabbing the handle of his blade, Fang inhaled some breath before he would pull out the weapon. With a quick slash, he would swing forth an arc of fire. The arc of fire slammed against the earth, disrupting the creation of the dome. Out of the smoke and dust, Fang would appear, jumping out. Landing on his feet, he coughed and clenched his right eye closed. He turned to the woman, hoping his chance to escape would present itself soon.

The woman groaned, angrier than she was annoyed. She let out a large grunt as the last pieces of windows shattered and the wall behind the swordsman fell towards him, closing in from the sides. The open spots were immediately highlighted by the shattered glass falling from them. Which made Fang glance over his shoulder. He could propel himself towards the place if he would use his firebending. However, that meant he would leave himself somewhat open for an attack from his foe. Taking a step back, the glass cracked underneath his boot. "The hour is growing late, madame. I guess.... Or rather suppose that we should part ways. People will talk, you know?" He said, winking at her as he took another step back.

Alicia's eyes opened wide with rage. "You brat!" For the first time that night, she was desperate. As a last moment's attempt, she thrust both arms up. Pillars and spikes flew forward, debalancing the structure of the building with the great movement of the huge masses with speed. They were all aimed for where Fang was. She wasn't thinking tactically; the act was simply a reflex, a last effort to capture or kill the swordsman.

The attack was rather intimidating. Even after he had noticed she was growing tired, Fang hadn't predicted she was capable of creating such a devastating attack on her own. Sheathing his sword, he turned around, running as fast as his legs could carry him. After a few moments, he would jump forward. With no glass holding him back and with the attack not being properly aimed, he hoped he would make it out. Focusing, Fang would start using his fire bending to propel himself, trying to go faster in order to stay out of range of the last attack.

The woman rushed over to the ledge, seeing the smoke as the only trace of the young swordsman. She cursed under her breath. As she exhaled and stomped her foot, the rocks blocking the door sunk. She quickly dug her hand into her pocket and cursed. She looked around, tried to sense it through the ground, but the amulet was gone. She turned quickly and ran towards some of the other rebels. She gave them a quick description of the assailant. "I found the brat over the king's body! He killed him and bolted after a brief fight. Bring him back here!"
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Shen was growing more amused as the fights within the crowd broke out of the ring and among the audience gathered around the ring. It made sense, considering the drunken nature of many of the individuals in the audience, but it was certainly no cause for concern just yet. Though Shun's violence against the intruder possibly was, more so when he pilfered the poor man's belongings... Not that Shen honestly cared. As Shun turned to him for a light, Shen shrugged.

"Sorry, man, I don't smoke," he said. His impression of Shun hadn't been much, but nothing that has happened so far has done anything to change it for the better. For one, he still knew nothing of his name, despite Yun and his self-introductions.

Turning to Yun, Shen was about to speak when a stool came flying in their direction. Fortunately, Shen's quick reflexes allowed him to grab it mid-air and place it beside them. He looked at the source, and realized how quickly the fight among the audience had devolved into all-out fighting. Fighters were now exacting vengeance over their losses in the ring, audiences were now recovering a different sort of loss outside of the ring. In a word, chaos. Shen found the amusement that lingered earlier to be gone now. He never would have thought the situation could change so suddenly.

"Yun, this looks like trouble," Shen said. "Could be fun, or trouble; best be ready."
 

Jia was on her way “home” when the lights and pillar had shown up, leaving the girl transfixed even after it was over. When she snapped out of it she continued on her way and was greeted with a door nearly hitting her in the face. “Ah, Jia! Are you alright? You’ve been out forever. We already ate and we’re heading out now. You can come with if you want there’s bound to be a food stand or something out there.” Greeted the culprit who nearly smashed the girls face in, a fifteen year old boy with dark brown bangs covering his eyes. “Ah, no I’ll eat whatever leftovers are left. I need to save some money to get back on the road… or sea in this case.” The girl replied. “Are you sure? We could buy for you if you’d like. You did more or less make to tonight’s dinner.” The boy’s mother offered, the same woman Jia had been talking to while she cooked. “Well, I don’t exactly have a reason to refuse, do I.” The girl replied and followed the family out.
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“See you guys at home.” The girl said as she split away from the group, planning to go see one of the concerts while they headed farther out to see the other activities. Goldie on the other hand seemed to have other ideas as the cat wandered away from its master and out to the port, seemingly following something. “Hey, you don’t go in the direction. Come on...” Jia mumbled as she followed the cat down to the port, knowing fully well she couldn’t persuade the creature to follow her and too scared it would get lost.

The cat led the girl back down to the port where it started mewling insistently at a fisherman who had just come in. “How could you even know you silly cat…” Jia sighed but her interests were drawn to a poster “Fifty gold and a free ride… huh. Hope they don't require too much experience.”​
 
Shiue sighed and ran back to her parents house with everything she needed, she was so excited, however her parents weren't. Tomorrow would be the day she leaves the Northern Water tribe. "I ought to say goodbye to my Uncle.." she muttered. As she was running a pair of elderly tribesmen approached her quickly "Eh you, girly!" they called. She sighed, technically as being part of the leadership family she -has- to stop.. She stopped her running and spun on her heel to turn and face them with a fake smile. "Yes?" she asked, the two elderly caught up to her "You're the little Tribe Leader's niece, huh?" they inquired. To this, she gave a nod "That's right." she said, then it began. Exactly what she -expected- but not -wanted-. "So where -is- the tribe leader nowadays? What does the Leadership ever do for us?" They start loading a bunch of questions onto her, she smiled bitterly and dolls out her usual vague questions. "He's inside. Oh you know, just keep the place running as smoothly as possible for the comfort of the citizens." she couldn't wait to leave and avoid these questions, she hated them. Quite a bit. In fact.. A lot. She quickly interrupted them "I have to go back to my house, I have an important message to carry.."

She ran into the doors of her house after a few more people had called questions at her, it was nice that they all knew her but she was sick of it. She ran upstairs and shoved all her clothes, donned with finery like all the near family of the Tribe's leader had, into a large bag. She smiled at her work, she looked at her selection of toys and guiltily picked up a small leather stitched doll, she must have had it a long time as it's worn, she slipped it into her bag and then looked around "What else do I need..." she thought, she had already packed some food. She looked at the ornate daggers hung on her wall. She stared at them for a long time before frowning, taking them and slipping them into her belt. They had silver swirls over a blue case, looking like water. The metal itself was tinted blue and shined silver in the light. Very pretty. She put her back on the floor and smiled "Ready to go.." she said and hopped into bed, knowing very well this would be her last night in this bed.

She threw herself out her bed earliest she could, grabbing her back and shovelling food into her mouth, both her parents waited by the door, a little sad smile on their faces "You're really leaving.." her mother had muttered. Her father smiled down at her "Good luck out there." he said, his voice wavering. "I will keep in touch, I promise!" she walked out the door, shaking for a bit, she dropped her bag and ran back, hugging both her parents tightly.
"Oh! Haha, go on, champ. You'll miss the boat.." her father said tightly, holding back tears whereas her mother teared up happily. She ran back out, scooping up her bag and running to the docks as fast as her legs would take her.

"I'm going to the city." she said to the docksmaster. He nodded and let her on, a privilege she won't get in other places. She watched the Leadership buildings fade into grey as the boat pulled away and couldn't help but sob a little about the loss. She stood, and took her bag to the front of the boat, wiped her eyes and looked onward.
 
Luca Céleste - Northern Water Tribe

Luca's eyes gleamed as he watched the northern lights dance. As he was watching the sky, he was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the pillar of light that seemed to extend above their sight. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The boy kept staring at the spot before snapping back to reality. He took a glance around before marching towards the edge of the city. Most people were either going to other spectacles or were just continuing watching the sky in awe. It was the perfect time to arrange a ride. As he reached the empty streets that contrasted with the square quite a bit, he noticed a flier on one of the buildings. A ride to Shangtan... They would even give 50 gold to whoever helped. A smirk grew on Luca's lips. He wasn't too experienced with working on ships but he would still help as much as he could, if it meant a free ride to a place like Shangtan. He picked up his pace, making his way towards the port quickly. Before long, he reached the quaintly lit seaside. There was one building with its lights on, an inn, with one of the posters placed on the door with the words "in here" scribbled on it. Luca gripped the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Inside sat a middle aged man behind a table with a sheet of paper and pencil, wading through men and women who were willing to help for the money. There weren't too many people who were signing up, or rather there weren't too many people who seemed qualified. The boy took a deep breath and approached the owner of the ship. "Good afternoon," he said with a friendly smile. "I'm here for the job to Shangtan." The bearded man gave the boy a skeptical look. He glanced over at his current crew, which was composed of a small group of sailors, four people. "A'right kid... What experience d'you 'ave in seafarin'?"
"Um... Well, not much, but I can help move the ship when there's no wind," the boy said, scratching his cheek. The man let out a grunt as he understood what Luca meant. "What's yer name?"
"Luca Céleste," he answered. The man gestured for him to take a seat somewhere in the tavern as he noted the name. "Next!"
 
Yun wasn't sure if he agreed with Shen's 'room for more' but he wasn't going to stop him either so he just offered a small nod in his direction.
When Shun spoke he immediately looked back at him hearing he thought he called his descendant a bear, he waved his hands back and forth trying to find a way to clear up the misunderstanding but Shen was kind enough to do it for him, which Yun let out a relieved sigh silently thanking Shen.
Though when he pointed at the man that was glaring daggers at them he promptly averted his gaze deciding to pretend he wasn't there and hoping he did the same to them. The guy was massive and he didn't want to test which one of them was faster, he expected he could probably catch him if he decided to run.

Aside from the glaring man everything seemed to be going well for them, at least until fight erupted and a man was thrown on their table.
Yun promptly raised his hands screaming a little before Shun broke a bottle over the man's head, he looked in the direction of the brawl feeling his heart sink being so close to it, things like this normally drew in anyone nearby whether they wanted to or not.
Is this what Ming meant earlier when they entered, he admitted at least at the Orchid big buff men didn't go around punching each other, angry ones that probably didn't care whose face their fist met.
Which made him question why he was still sitting here.
When the stool flew in their direction Yun ducked down covering the top of his head, though he noticed Shen catch it and promptly sat back up folding his hands on the table as he looked at Shen.
These guys were surprisingly calm in this matter, things were about to get ugly...fast especially if there were benders here which made Yun's eyes twitch at the very idea.
When Shen spoke to him Yun blinked twice before his eyes narrowed a little mostly out of confusion then anything else.
"No part of this looks fun!" he exclaimed pointing at the fighting his hand moving up and down.
His expression had changed from confusion to almost full blown fear, his eyes wide as he pointed at the fighting men.
"Fine though," Yun said lowering his arm. "If worse comes to worse I'll hide behind the two of you and offer moral support to the best of my ability. That or hide under the table, it depends which one seems the better option when the time comes."
 
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Ming looked up despairingly at Jinhai. She realised, with a twinge of regret, that Jinhai was completely and utterly sound in his reasoning once again. She suddenly realised what she had to do, and thought once more of the Red Orchid, of her family, and how she'd slink back into their care like a...well, like a child. One of her partners - a pervert, the other a coward. No possible way she could get out of here - her desperation was like a cycle, reaching a climax and every failed attempt caused her to sink back into brooding and confinement for a few months, perhaps a year, before she tried again.

And then there was Huan at the entrance of the office, saying that a fight broke out in the bar. Ming peered down at the little boy mirthfully, she knew that the kid was watching the fights like she was. "Hey, don't worry about your dad." assured Ming comfortingly, crouching down beside Huan. "He's only doing this because he cares loads about you, and the people in there won't waste a second breaking your bones if you tried."

Ming glanced over her shoulder at the growing catastrophe echoing through the kitchens. "I don't think it's pretty safe for either of us right now, eh? Let's get you to your mum's in one piece. You won't be able to fight in the ring if you're a little smear on the floor because one of those brutes stomped on you." joked Ming, reaching down and scooping the boy into her arms. He was heavy, but Ming was surprisingly strong in comparison to her looks.

"Jin! I'm taking the little one back to Lian's!" shouted Ming to Jin's stomping, retreating figure. She hugged Huan close. "Squirm and I'll knock you one on the doorway," she snapped irritably - Ming really wanted to jump in on that fight. "You'll be able to fight when you're a bit older and a lot smarter, let me tell you."

With a grunt, she shoulder-barged her way through the first two drunken thugs and caught a glimpse of Shen and Yun. What a worthless opportunity they presented - how could Ming ever consider running away with those two? For a brief, infinitesimal moment her gaze settled on the duo, child in her arms, looking annoyed...and then she was lost in the crowd once more, slipping out of the door with Huan clasped close to her chest.

Ming crouched down in the dimming light of the Blue Box, panting as she hoisted Huan up a bit so he can see over her shoulder at the bar brawl. "At least I'm not as mean as your dad. But shhh, don't tell him or your mum I let you watch for a little while, eh?"
 
Jinhai Su, peru
He was out of the room for one second. One. Freaking. Second. And suddenly all hell had come raining down on the place. Jinhai cursed his bad luck as he stalked through the kitchen towards the fighting ring. From behind Ming's words drifted towards him and raised his hand as a sign that he had heard her. It was good to know that Huan was out of here. He should have send the boy home earlier like he tended to do. Huan wasn't even suposed to really see the fights that occured at night. During the day everthing was much more peaceful and safer. But he hadn't send Huan home. Why hadn't he? Jinhai knew the answer, but that didn't give him any satisfaction. At least he would know that Ming would keep Huan save. She could do that for him.

With a loud bang the door of the kitchen slammed against the wall as Jinhai kicked it open. The slam made several people look up to the towering figure of Jinhai who stood in the doorway and if looks could kill all those people would have died right there and then. Jinhai cracked his neck. "This. Fight. Is. Over!!" His voice boomed over the crowd. Oh, he was mad alright. On first glance he could already see several tables completely broken, glasses shattered, liqour wasted, a window in pieces. His jaw set as he stomped forwards, his eyes on the first group of rogue fighters he could see. There were rules in this establishment and Jinhai could not be held liable for collateral damage you would sustain if you went against those. Damage you would receive personally from him.

The unfortunately souls that were the first in his path got the full first blows from his rage. With four good jabs Jinhai blocked the chii in their arms so that they would be incapable of moving them. The two punches in the face so that the men went to the ground were just for good measure. The only new blood that would be spilled tonight would be that from the people he would hit.

His presence didn't go unnoticed on the crowd and upon seeing his anger most of them realized that they were in a shit load of trouble and tried to make their way out. Jinhai wasn't known to forget faces from people who destroyed stuff in his house nor was he someone who didn't hold grudges. No one really wanted to be on his bad recordlist. Others, however, seemed so wrapped up in their arguments, drunkness, fighting, or whatever it was that drunkards had on their mind, that they didn't heed the one warning they got and kept at it. Which didn't really help the chaos that was going on now and only served to fuel Jinhai's rage who stomped further to find his next victims.
 
Shun Min, orange
Today was just a bad day. It had started horribly with the whore being murdered next to him, forcing him to murder the guy responisble and set it up as if he wasn't responsible. He had had little sleep because if that and certain other activities related to the reason why the whore had been next to him. Sadly he had been disrupted doing that by the former event. He had spent the entire day longing for a good drink while smoking his way through sleep-deprived boredness, and now he finally got a chance to get rid of the pent-up aggression, knack some skulls, earn a penny and waste it on booze, this happened.

As expected Jinhai charged into the establishment from the kitchen, knocking bad-ass fighters to the ground as if he was playing whack-a-lionturtle, when he was caught in the crossfire. Masses of men, suddenly realizing their skin was worth more than a small bet, started rushing out of the establishment as Jinhai made their way towards them. Shun, having grabbed his lighter, finding it in a pocket of his jacket. He was dragged down his chair onto the ground by the frightened group of aggressors, right into the puddle of brandy and glass his previous actions had created. He managed to keep the lighter from falling into the makeshift flamethrower liquid, and sighed in relief when he stored it away, taking a first draw of smoke from his cigarette. When he did so however, an elbow from Jinhai found the back of his head as the guy went on knocking people out cold who were still trying to fight or run. While normally Shun could take a hit, especially such a stray one, one had to know that this was Jinhai. Not just any fighter, but Jinhai. The guy who could make a fight club flee by becoming angry.

As if hit by a falling anchor Shun went to the ground again, and disaster struck. Some guy ran over his left hand, but during the fall his cigarette found the puddle of brandy on the wood, which quickly turned into a small flame. The small flame quickly spread over the alcohol-soaked floor towards him, claiming Shun's jacket. While ordinarily Shun wouldn't have minded that much, he needed new jackets once every while, and this one was pretty old anyways, today it was different. As he rolled over the floor in an instictive and both trained reaction - Shun was used to being set on fire - he discarded his jacket. But that was when he remembered that he had stored his Personal Firebender's cartridges in his jacket because he had washed his shirt today. He glanced over at the burning jacket in the puddle of burning brandy, and could see perfectly how the flames started eating from the rough cotton.

"Shit."

A moderate explosion filled the room with smoke and set aflame most of the floor, stained with old and new alcohol alike. Despite the fact that the wooden boards were thoroughly soaked and weathered, the alcohol present turned it into a small inferno, and began eating its way towards more items to set ablaze. Shun had started running along with the suddenly very panicked mass towards the exit, and looked back just in time to see the first bottles of alcohol on the tables explode into small firebombs, much like the ones he had used in more dangerous operations of his work before.


Once he got out of the Blue Box, and made his way to one of his hiding spots in town, it suddenly dawned to him what had happened. He had set the Blue Box on fire. Entirely by accident, and it was even partially Jinhai's fault, but he had done it after all. Even though he could perfectly explain to Jinhai he hadn't, he knew the guy well enough that that mightn't save his hide. This bar was, despite how it looked, Jinhai's entire life. Seeing the pillar of jet-black smoke climb into the night sky, Shun tried hard not to piss his worn-out pants as he tried thinking of a way explaining this to Jinahi that would prevent him from ending up with a thorough facial reconstruction.
 
Mei Guang
Do a barrel?

Mei was on her way to the docks. The visit to the festival had been a good choice, she thought to herself. It had even earned her some money. Those who had enough money wouldn't hopefully miss a well filled purse or two. But as she thought about her next destination, Mei wavered. To the Fire Nation was a no. Not for a long time would she consider to go back to that nation. Unless it had a really good reason, but Mei saw no need to head back yet.

Arriving at the docks, Mei thought about her finances. Though she had managed to earn some money, how much would she be able to keep if she would pay for a ship to take her somewhere else. What if she had not enough to keep herself fed and a roof above her head during the nights? Pondering on this, Mei stared at the ships. As she stared at the ships, she couldn't help but notice that there were barrels being loaded into the cargo of one ship. The mind of Mei started to work harder as she thought that she had figured a way.

Only what were the risks? That they would discover her and then what? It would be a long swim back if they would find her among the cargo and throw her in the ocean. Then again, she found the risks making it quite tempting. Certainly, it would be a grand adventure and a great kick to pull it off. Mei Guang, the devious barrel hider.

While she approached the barrels, keeping an eye out for anybody watching or seeing her, Mei considered to work on that title. Though it sounded quite funny, it didn't had a cool ring to it. Such as the Heroic Barrel thief? No. Seriously, she would need to work on thinking about a good title. But as she thought about it, Mei would slip into a barrel. It was half filled with apples. Not her favorite kind of fruit, but it wasn't that bad. Waiting, silently waiting for something to happen, Mei felt her heart beating in her throat.

There were a lot of things going through her mind.
But then she felt how the barrel was lifted.
And then the nightmare began.

She began to roll within the barrel.​
 
Fang Lei
Dripping off.


Grunting, Fang examined the wound. It was a deep nasty cut. Though he had something to bandage the wound, he had to clean it first. Something he absolutely hated. Finding some sake, a clean cloth and a wooden spoon, Fang mustered some courage. He would bite on the wooden spoon and use the clean cloth and sake to clean the wound. It wasn't a nice sweet process, but quite painful.

After having attended and bandaged the wound, Fang considered his options. He now knew who had killed the king of Omashu. But due his rather careless approach, the killer also knew his face. Not that he had an infamous one or a well known name. Except if people would ask his neighbors, but Fang doubted it would be wise to stick around in Omashu. He had to get out and report to his superiors in some way. And to do that, he needed to stay alive.

Packing in a bag pack, Fang considered his options. There were some directions he could go. He could try to go over land, trying to reach for another settlement, trying to lay low there. But what if this woman had also people serving for her there? It was perhaps a bit too far stretched, but Fang considered another route to be the best. If he could get himself to Viola, he could lay contact to others, trying to then see what he could do regarding the current situation.

Grumbling, Fang cursed his current situation. He wanted to leave Omashu, sure, but this wasn't leaving. This was fleeing like a scared dog, running away. But if he wouldn't leave soon, then his chance of getting away would get pretty slim.
 
Shen scoffed as he noticed Ming. She didn't speak a word, only shot him an annoyed expression before leaving, a small boy in toll. "Heh, if I didn't know better, I'd think she was a teenage mother," Shen chuckled as he leaned back on his chair. His expression hardened as he turned to Yun," You'll have to stand up for yourself when the time comes." He didn't say more as he turned back to face the rowdy crowd. Fortunately for him, or perhaps more accurately, for them, they had known better to steer clear of their table.

Not for long however, as their fight brought them to the table. Shen got up and stepped back, allowing them the freedom of fighting at the table. "Well damn," Shen sighed. "But we should probably follow Ming, since she IS the one supposed to lead us after all." He glanced over to Yun, motioning for him to follow. Jinhai barged back in where they were just at about the same time as he said that. Some foolish drunkards were quick to engage him, only to have sense beaten into their sorry excuses of heads.

Unfortunately, that led to a series of unfortunate events that even Shen was amazed to bear witness to. Jinhai elbowed the fighter who was just with them at the table, sending him falling forward. Somehow, the lighter he apparently found fell out, started a fire, started burning his jacket... And then the explosion happened. Shen was slack-jawed as he began moving with the crowd, smacking Yun on his back to get him to follow. "God Damnit, what the hell was in that guy's jacket," he exclaimed. "Come, we still must find Ming."

He kept an eye on the fighter, losing him in the crowd eventually. However, he quickly left his mind as soon as he stepped out of the Blue Box.
 
Yun was contemplating a possible escape route his mind wandering to what was taking Ming so long and where she was, a fight had all but erupted and he was pretty intent on getting out of here as soon as possible, but with their being so many alley's of death he didn't want to go out on his own.
He got his answer soon however as for what he wouldn't even call a moment he noticed Ming run off with some kid, he blinked a few times before wondering if she had just abandoned them to this, though she was probably getting that kid somewhere safe, still a head nod or some sign to move would have been nice, but he put that matter aside and looked over at Shen at his comment on her being a mother.
Yun gave a small tilt of his head with a shrug, with everything he's seen today he wouldn't mind a simple matter like that.
"Hiding is standing up for myself," Yun said but the fight erupted in their direction before he could say it louder.
Hearing Shen mention them finding Ming Yun nodded in agreement, getting out of this city pretty much became a priority if this was what happened on the first day here.

Yun noticed their entertainer had been knocked to the ground from the frightened patrons sprinting for the door, he wasn't sure what they were running from until he picked up Jinhai's booming voice and the, for lack of a better term, smack down he was laying on the patrons.
Yun couldn't blame them for running he was keeping a permanent fifteen feet from whatever was going on over there, however it seemed that the fight breaking out wouldn't be the last ill event to happen tonight, as he noticed a fire erupt from what appeared to be the stranger's jacket.
"What the-"
Yun cut himself off at the explosion covering his mouth with his sleeve as the establishment caught on fire.
Feeling something smack his back he looked to see Shen who spoke to him and nodding ran behind him stumbling out of the blue box before falling to his hands and knees taking in deep breaths, he let out a relieved sigh and stood up brushing himself off.
"Thanks goodness...still kicking," he said with a nod.
Seeing a bit of fire on his sleeve he let out a small scream and quickly patted the fire out before looking back towards the Blue Box.
He watched the flames envelop most of the building and he clenched his fist watching the the scene, he was glad people were getting out but he admitted a part of him wanted to do more for the people still running.
Nothing he could do was going to put out that fire though so he just turned his back to it.
"Let's hurry and find Ming, when she helped me earlier some people were giving her some pretty bad looks. Might be bad if she's wandering around with a kid...uh you lead I'll be right behind you."
"Where it's mostly safe." Yun thought to himself.
 
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You don't get to where Ming is right now without learning how to sense trouble. She felt it, like the copper on your tongue before a thunderstorm. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and Ming shot forward, throwing Huan into her chest. A few moments later, she heard the boom and the shatter of glass.

"Duh...DADDY..?!" screamed the child, breaking off into incoherent wails with ripped into Ming's heart. She kept a grip of iron on the struggling, scared child as she turned around to see the Blue Box in flames, people staggering out of the establishment in a frightened heap. She could see the memories burning...and Jinhai wasn't-...!

Ming's heart leapt to her throat and she choked on it as she turned and ran, all the while Huan screamed and moaned with grief and plain fear. "HE'S FINE TRUST ME HE'S GOING TO BE OKAY!" yelled Ming over the top of Huan but there was a note of desperation in her own yells; she was moments, mere moments, from breaking down into tears herself. If she hadn't brought Jinhai into his office, he wouldn't be stuck in that building now, burning alive, thinking of his wife and son. The streets went past in a blur under her feet - she could hear approaching footsteps as she reached an alley, where she crouched down and set the child onto the ground.

Almost instantaneously, Huan tried to shove Ming aside and run back towards the Blue Box. Ming simply couldn't allow that, and she slammed her fist down on the filthy cobbles. The rumble trailed up the concrete walls as two slabs jutted out from a corner to create a Huan-sized box, with a gap near eye-level for him to look through. Ming turned away from the child's furious demands to be let go and pleads to see his father as she crouched in the alley-way, shaking all over. She was going to be sick. She just made an orphan.

No. This kid still had a mother, hence why Ming took him out of the Box in the first place. With a determined, steely resolve, Ming stood up and glanced over at Huan, who was yelling, but it wasn't...about Jinhai, it was a warning to look beh-

The first punch sent her sprawling, but it was the kick that followed which caused her to cry out in pain. She knew that sort of move - it was an airbender, judging by the way her body was thrown like a ragdoll into the wall. Everything hurt, and her abdomen was numb, but Ming stood up and stared down her three attackers.

The first, tall but lanky - the airbender who kicked her in the stomach. He was covered in tattoos and jets of air streamed up and down his arms, his hair constantly ruffling in the violent wind surrounding his form.​
The second one was a large man, built like a truck, who blocked out the light of the sleazy fluorescent bulbs as he glared down at his newest target. He didn't look like he could bend anything, but he could certainly snap someone in half.​
Her final attacker was a curvy woman with a scar down her face. She dimly recognised her, but she couldn't figure out where she knew her from. She didn't seem to be a bender either, judging by the weapon she was twirling around - an iron chain, perhaps two metres of it.​

Ming knew right away that she wasn't going to be able to hold any of them off for that long. She had to think fast - that airbender would catch up with her and Huan in moments if they both tried to run away. Ming had to make a choice, and looking back at the boy pleadingly, she shut her eyes and ran forward...

...Huan stumbled out of the alley, making a beeline for the Blue Box in pure, unbridled terror. Behind him, the sounds of fighting and rumbling erupt from the alley, over the top of which Ming is still yelling "YOU GET TO YOUR MOTHER'S -RIGHT NOW- OR I'LL ILL YOU!"
 
Jinhai Su, peru
The first realisation that someone had set his bar on fire came to Jinhai when he realized that people were no longer running away from him. The second was the smell of smoke that reached his nostrils, leaving the typical prickling sense that came with fire behind in his nose. Abruptly Jinhai turned around to face the raging flames. Unlike the rest of the people who ran out of the bar to find safety and freedom Jinhai started to run back to the bar. Behind it he always had small buckets of water stored in case fires happened. Most of the buildings in the downtown area of Shangtan were completely made of wood and Jinhai wasn't stupid enough to think that nothing would ever go wrong in a fighting ring. His bar would be fine. He would just put the fire out and everything would be okay. Except the bastard that had started it. He would most definitely not be okay.

He made it to the bar but before he could even begin to pick up the buckets an explosion occured that send the flames upwards and outwards, spreading them through the room and shattering windows. Luckily for Jinhai the bar before him, where he had instictively ducked behind as soon as something had blown up, saved him from the most immediate heath that slammed against the wood. Despite that his ears were ringing and his mind was spinning. What had just happened? Slowly he raised himself up from behind the bar and watched in complete disbelieve how most of his bar was engulfed in flames. He couldn't move. His instincts told him to run, to get the hell away, but he could only stare as his mind was trying to process what was going on.

His life was burning down.

Luckily Huan was safe. The thought ran through Jinhai's head and kickstarted him. There was no way that he was going to reach the front entrance, but he could get out through the back. He grabbed the nearest piece of cloth and held it against his mouth to prevend the smoke from entering his lungs. Then he started running towards the door to the kitchen. The heath was intense and the relieve he felt when entering the, still fire free, kitchen was enormous. He kept running though and soon found himself in the back alley coughing his lungs out, while leaning against the wall. It took him at least two minutes before he could raise his head again. Using the wood as support Jinhai started to stumble his way out of the alley, back to the main street. Surely people were already trying to quell the fire. Surely people were going to save his bar.

By the time he arrived before the burning building he knew that his place would not be saved. Action was being taken to stop the raging flames, but it was far too late. People started to douse the buildings to the side in water to prevend the fire from spreading, but who cared about those buildings. Those buildings weren't important. The Blue Box was the only thing that mattered. It was the building that had been in the family for 2 generations. It was his father's pride. His grandfather's legacy. It contained so many memories. Of his parents, his wife, his son. And it was burning down.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him. Screaming, yelling. A voice he knew. Jinhai turning and Huan slammed right into him. "DAD!!" Tears were streaming over the boy's face as he burried his head into Jinhai's completely blackened shirt. Immediately Jinhai's arms closed themselves around the boy as the man kneeled and let his son burry his head in his left shoulder while simulatiously resting his own head on the right shoulder of the boy. "Hey, shhh. Sshhh. It's okay." He tried to coax the boy.

"I- I- I- thought you died!!" The little hands of the boy were digging in Jinhai's shirt.

"I'm not dead." Jinhai assured the boy in the most calm voice he could muster at the moment. "I'm right here. It is okay. See?" He pulled the boy back to show him his face. In Huan's eyes he could see the yellow glow of the flames that were still raging behind him. His hands clenched into fists. Slowly he pealed his arms away from the child, brusted a few tears of the boy's cheeks and then gave him a stern look. "Why aren't you with Ming?" From the incoherent story that followed which was constantly interupted by hiccups and more tears, Jinhai understood that Ming had been attacked on her way away from the bar. He got up and hoisted Huan on his arm. What should he do? The bar was beyond saving, that much was clear. Ming was being assaulted, and he couldn't fight with Huan in his arms. Shun had bolted apparently - Jinhai couldn't see him at least - so he couldn't ask him for help. Nor could he spot any of the other regulars that he knew well. They had all ran away. Partly because of Jinhai's rage probably. He cursed. Then his eyes caught the two strangers that had been with Ming. Without thinking it over he stomped towards them.

"Ming said she wanted to leave with you guys. Now I don't know who you guys are and I absolutely do not trust you two at all, let that be clear, but I don't really have a choice right now. She needs help and I can't give it at the moment. Not alone. You look like a fighter," he shot a look at Shen. "There are some guys we need to take down who are attacking Ming. If you really are what Ming hopes you are, then help me out here."
 
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This doesn’t have a date of departure… Best to assume it leaves immediately. It’s a shame but it pays the bills, I’ll have to leave a letter for that family. The girl thought and called to her cat, who came trotting over with a stolen treat in its mouth. “You sated now you silly cat? I found a job, it looks like were leaving soon. Come along.” She told it, patted its head, and headed back to the home to retrieve her stuff, leaving a note telling the family that she left and wished them the best.

Returning to port she headed in the direction of the lit up inn with a crudely written sign posted on the door. “This looks like it.” She said, and walked on in with cat on beside her and her cloak swishing behind her. As she approached the man she assumed was in charge, she flicked off her hat with a bit of air catching it as fell, revealing her eyes and stating ‘I am an air bender’. “Hello sir, my name is Jia. May I assume you’re the one who posted those posters asking for a crew?” She asked with a friendly smile, noticing the man seemed a bit skeptical about taking her in. “Yes that ‘ould be me. Are you lookin’ to apply lass? What experience d’you have?” He said and glanced at the girls pet. “I can’t say I have a terrible amount but I’ve worked , or at least helped, on a ship a few times, and I know how most of everything works. Ah and don’t worry about my companion here, she’s well trained and will stay below deck. She can help with any small, unwanted creatures as well, if that interests you.” She told the man. “Alright lass, yer good enough. Go take a seat and wait for orders.”

Doing as she was told, the girl put her hat back on and sat next to a boy that looked about her age with a polite ”Hello.”​
 
"Good, and yes," Shen said, in response to Yun. The boy was safe... For the most part, albeit still the same cowardly self. Shen looked at him and sighed loudly, shaking his head. He then turned and watched the burning Blue Box. Probably as a direct result of the alcohol within the establishment, the flames were now an inferno that raged so fiercely that even the neighboring buildings were affected. Even from the safe distance that Shen was standing at, he could feel the intense heat. It was like fighting an experienced fire bender, maybe several of them at once. Shen could do nothing about it, unfortunately.

He could only watch as the owner of the Blue Box stumbled out into the main street, staring at his livelihood burn down. Shen's heart went out to him, but he knew that no words will be able to assuage his feelings. Then again, Shen was not the right person to provide words of comfort. Having seen enough, he turned away, in time to see a small child running past them and into the arms of the owner. Shen's attention was immediately seized by the appearance of the child. "That's the same child from earlier," Shen muttered aloud, looking to Yun for confirmation.

It was when the owner came to him with the request that it clicked. "Ah, heh, of course," he chuckled. "I was already going to do that without you telling me."

He stomped the ground, feeling the shock waves emanate from around his feet. He shut his eyes, feeling the waves spread out in an ever expanding circle around him; feeling the buildings, the people, the furniture. As it spread further from him, it became more difficult to detect. "Aha," Shen mumbled. Heavy steps, a falling body; toppled trash cans, cans ricocheting off the wall and back on the ground. Unmistakable signs of combat in an alley. "Follow me, Yun," Shen said as he ran off, leaving Yun to follow from behind.

His each step was heavy, on purpose. Each wave radiating from his steps illuminated the objects and people in his path, and with each step, the source he detected earlier became clearer. It didn't take him long for him to reach the right alley. "Ah, what an amateur," Shen exclaimed, breaking into raucous laughter as soon as he saw Ming's beaten form. Beyond his laughing facade, however, he was assessing Ming's condition - she was still alive, but her combat readiness at this point was suspect. Her assailants shot him glares, hesitating only briefly before two of them nodded to the scarred lady with the iron chain.

She twirled it above her and swung it at Shen's smug face. The iron chain closed half the distance between the lady and Shen before he acted. His arms shot out in quick, sharp movements. Feeling the chi travel through his muscled arm, he focused on the earth within the metal, bending it to his will and breaking the chain in half. "Whoops," Shen said as he spun on his feet, clasping his hands together. The half-chain compressed into a ball of metal before Shen pulled his hands apart, forming the metal ball into a thin metal rod.

The scarred lady didn't just stand around, this time joined by the larger man who now rushed at him like a bull. She followed him, running at his side. Shen smirked and followed them, running towards them as he twirled his metal rod. But before they could meet, a strong gust of wind struck him, slowing his run. "Damn," Shen cursed. The charging man came at him, his speed now boosted by the wind behind him. The woman kept behind, no doubt to catch him if he dodged the man.

Shen thought quickly, stomping his feet at the ground, forcing an outcrop on the ground right at the man's feet. He was moving too quickly to react. All he could do was trip over it, rather loudly too, given his size. A painful thud on the ground was more than enough for Shen as he took three more heavy steps towards the lady, each step forming a wall of earth that blocked the gust of wind that the last guy, clearly an air bender, was sending his way.

Pressing his back against the earthen wall, Shen called out to Yun. "Blasted air benders, Yun! Any ideas?"

As he said that, the fallen man was already picking himself up. "Yun, you must do something about that air bender. I'll handle this guy and that chain-lady."
 
Yun looked at Shen as he was going to have to depend on him on finding Ming, since he had no idea where she was at and running around the city through the alley's of death wasn't an option at this point.
When the child ran past them however into the arms of Jinhai, who Yun admitted was glad got out, his eyes narrowed a bit recognizing the child as the one Ming had run off with, Shen confirmed it by making a mention of it which Yun nodded in response too.
He glanced in the child's direction listening to his extremely hard to understand story, but what he did catch was Ming was in trouble, a small sigh escaping from Yun as he wanted to find her to avoid that happening, well Ming could handle herself in these matters, she seemed like she'd be fine on her own.
However as Jinhai stomped in their direction a chill ran up Yun's spine and something in him didn't like where this was going, and after listening to Jinhai he realized his fears were correct.
Hearing Shen was going to help her Yun offered a nod in agreement watching as he stomped the ground, good he could just stay in the distance for this one then. Shen wanted to train her anyway so that meant he had to be at least somewhat skilled in fighting himself, however when he beckoned him along Yun's eye twitched as he watched him leave.
"Hey he said you looked like a fighter not me," Yun said but he was already gone. "Great...I don't know what Ming thinks we are but I'm pretty sure I'm not it at least."
Yun closed his eyes and sprinted after Shen not wanting to get left behind.
"Last time I ask someone for directions."

Yun caught up to Shen though he immediately regretted it as his eyes rested on the three people who were attacking Ming, a giant who Yun knew he was weaker then, a woman with a weapon which Yun didn't have and an Airbender...that one was self-explanatory his chances were bad against him too.
He'd hate to meet one of these people in a dark alley but they had willingly run towards the three of them, he was seriously questioning what he was doing here and why he wasn't using the convenient exit located behind them.
"It's three against one I don't think amateur fits here," Yun said pointing at the three.
Yun watched as Shen engaged the group deciding to safely observe the scene from a distance, he looked around for a way to get past them and to Ming, at the very least he could move her out of harms way...though that involved touching he'd prefer that over fighting any of them.
Watching Shen fight he was glad he accompanied the man, from the way it looked he'd be able to handle this on his own which Yun had no complaints about, once Ming was safe he was going to hide until the fight was over.
However the Airbender seemed to be giving Shen a bit of trouble, and to his surprise he asked him if he had any ideas.
"I don't know...punch him?" Yun said shrugging. "Ask him to stop?"
What he said next made Yun's stomach turn, he wanted him to fight the Airbender, he looked at the man and already didn't like the idea.
"Are you sure you can't take on all three?" Yun said pointed at the two. "Or at least weaken the Airbender a bit."
Running seemed like the best option right now, he could probably get away while they were fighting Shen, he was sure if he just turned and ran without looking back he could put these people behind him. They were strangers and if he left the city there's a good chance he'd never see them again, that option sounded really good especially right now.
However...his eyes moved to Ming and as annoying as this whole matter was Ming had helped him, and Shen although brusque was a kind person, if he abandoned these two like this he'd be beyond disgusted with himself.
Ming was hurt and needed their help, and she did more than enough to help them, taking him to a brothel aside.
"Agh! Damn it!" Yun said reaching up and ruffling his hair before walking towards the Airbender. "Hey Airbender why don't you come at me and I'll show you how a real man fights! Of course I can understand if your scared, you don't seem like you can do anything with those puffs of air your throwing out."
"This is a horrible idea and I'm going to die," Yun thought as he beckoned the Airbender with his hand.

It seemed that was enough to draw the young man's attention as he sprinted at him before unleashing a gust in his direction with a firm punch, Yun lowered his body and took the wind head on his feet sliding back from the force but he eventually slowed to a stop a little ways outside the alley.
"I was kind of hot thanks for that," Yun said straightening his body. "Like a summer breeze, kind of refreshing."
"Don't you dare cry Yun, don't shed a damn tear."
The Airbender ran at him and Yun took in a deep breath before he lowered his stance moving his right foot in front of his left putting his feet shoulder with apart, he raised both his arms both palms facing his opponent, one arm out while the other arm was pulled back his hand near his stomach.
His feet were firmly planted and his eyes narrowed as his entire person seemed to change in that one moment, it was a defensive stance but it should be more than enough to at least keep him off Shen for a bit. He watched as his opponent punched at him another pocket of air coming at him and his focus immediately shot full to his opponent.
Yun sprinted forward pushing off his right foot and dodging left the air causing his hair to flutter as it passed him, a bit too close for comfort.
He quickly stepped to his right at another as he closed the distance between the two of them, he wasn't going to use his Airbending he had kept it hidden for this long and he wasn't about to change that, besides he doubted he'd be able to hold his own against this guy anyway.
He needed to close the distance between them, if he could get close he'd at least have a chance.
The moment Yun got within range the Airbender went to send out another gust but Yun quickly brought his hand up, slamming it into the side of his arm he forced the attack away causing it to miss, moving his other arm up under his arm he raised it in a full arc to keep him from doing anything else before slamming the palm of his hand upwards into the man's chin.
He brought his other foot down tripping him from the back of his ankle and slamming him into the ground while he was still stunned.
The Airbender quickly got up throwing another punch at his skull, Yun raised his hand hitting the inside of his arm and knocking the fist away only to slam his own into his chest causing him to stumble back, Yun went to close the distance and the Airbender jumped using the air to try and get some distance between them.
"The hell you are!" Yun exclaimed grabbing his ankle before he got too far and slamming him back into the ground, he went to step on his face but the man rolled out of the way and Yun sprinted at him as he got to his feet before slamming his fist into his stomach, if he got away from him he was losing this fight he had to stay close.
Yun hit the man in the face with a straight punch before slamming his right foot down and with a loud yell slammed his other fist into the man's chest with as much force as he could muster.
He returned to his defensive stance watching as the man stumbled placing his foot down to steady himself, a brief moment passed between the two and Yun got ready to move again...however he watched as the Airbender fell to his knees before falling face first onto the ground a small groan escaping from him.
Yun slowly lowered his arms a long relieved sigh escaping from him seeing he wasn't getting back up...at least for a bit of time.
With a firm nod Yun's whole body relaxed...right before he fell to his knees and gripped his wrist as pain coursed through his hand.
"Aaah it hurts so much! What is he made of! Owww....the pain!"
He hunched over gripping his wrist almost on the verge of tears.
"I'm alive but it hurts so muchhh!"
He need to check on Shen but he needed to make sure he didn't start crying first.
 
Ming fought valiantly, but it was clear she was crumbling under the rain of attacks.

Pieces of building were jutted out at awkward angles as she used the cement and the cobbles as shields and weapons against her assailants. A knocked over trash-can was soon jetted rather forcefully over the alleyway and into the main street, and whilst Ming didn't have the brute strength to take down all three at once, she did have the agility and she was relying on that to keep her alive.

For an 18 year old Ming was holding up rather well, but clearly she had sustained multiple bruises and knocks during the fight thus far, and was only getting even more tired. The obvious solution to her plight was to run away, clearly; she could easily use the platforms which she created as a means of jumping up and escaping. Once or twice she actually did use the platforms to gain some height before she bodyslammed one of her attackers, but she wasn't escaping...

It became clear as she kept glancing down the alley, completely and utterly ignoring the approaching Shen and Yun as she craned her neck up to see something else. She wasn't actually planning to win or survive - Ming was using the fight as a means of distraction with the hopes that Huan could escape.

Of course, what greeted her sight was no less surprising. She hardly expected Jinhai to come running after her - and she certainly didn't think that Shen would follow - and it never even occurred to her that Yun would even bother getting close to the alley. She stopped and stared, open-mouthed. Nothing, no-one, would have the loyalty or the stupidity to come looking for her.

Of course, in the shock she left herself open and noticed the dull wooshing sound of the iron chain just a moment too late. The thick metal links crashed against her temple and her knees buckled; she hardly felt it when she collapsed onto the floor. Instead, shifting through the ringing of her ears, Ming heard Shen exclaim "Ah, what an amateur..."
 
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