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” I love how people call me ’ kid ’ when I’m twenty-six. If I’m a kid to you, you must be an old man. “

Sasa took a side-ways stance, raising her fists up. Her forearms met with his in the  attempts to block; any shots he did get past her defenses, she made sure hit her tensed biceps instead of chest, emitting a displeased grunt at the sting of a lucky strike. Her calf muscles did their best to keep her in place, only allowing her to move back when that center balance teetered in a direction that might make her lose balance. 

His tone of voice clearly portrayed the amusement which he felt, dark eyes sparkling from behind his mask as he kept his gaze trained on the woman. Apparently she did not know exactly what she was up against -- or maybe she only wished to have a challenge.

In which case, Amon did not intend to go easy on her.

He moved smoothly, closing in with the intention of setting her off balance. He'd seen her leap coming, as frustrating as it was, and as she attempted to wrap her legs around his own, he leaped, moving to kick her away with a spin of his own as he landed to face her, knocking her down.

She had wanted a fight, and that was exactly what he had given her. Perhaps some would believe that such a last move was too harsh for him to have done, but she had been the one to ask for such a challenge. For all he knew, their small play was not yet over.

“If I was going to turn you in, I’d have tied you up while you were asleep.” Wasn’t that taking a page from his own book? Or perhaps not, since his bloodbending ability had come to light. He no longer needed Equalist drones with ropes to shackle her and bring her to her knees in front of him in yield.

The point remained. She hadn’t bound him, and even now she made no move to restrain him—or help him. If he wanted back in the bed, he could get there himself. All while she told him, dryly, “I live here, genius,” with a tip of her shoulder toward the doorway that led to the blustery iceberg called home just outside. “Welcome to the South Pole.”

They truly were two carrotpeas in a pod. There he was, so sickeningly brazen even in his weakness, and she was sitting pretty on her throne of self-righteousness and  self-confidence. He might have gotten the best of her in one fight, but she’d won the war; with the Avatar State another weapon in her arsenal, she could afford an even greater level of cockiness. Master Tenzin, or his mother!, would be dragging her out by the ear if they could see her now.

Good thing they couldn’t. Good thing no one was there, no one to recognize his face or question why her presence had sent an injured man stumbling from his sickbed. “I won’t tell them who you are.” Not because she owed him any favors, and not because she felt he was truly worth the generosity, but simply— “Because I know how to undo what you did to people.” He could assume what he willed of her own status; the final leverage was hung like a peg on the wall in the history of their antagonism when she stated, “And if I have to, I can really take away your bending—just like Aang took away your father’s.”

No longer was Noatak sure of what to do. His family was most likely gone entirely, unless Tarrlok had managed to survive, as well... though he did not intend to count on such unlikely ideas. 

Besides -- it was evident that his younger brother was no longer on his side. The boat would not have exploded on its own, as it had been in excellent condition when they'd both managed to escape Republic City. Knowing that he had been betrayed sent a sinking feeling through Noatak. He had been so sure that they could start over, almost as though living new lives entirely...

But perhaps that was still possible for him.

“I won’t tell them who you are.”

His gaze grew warier as he stared at her. That was a surprise... but the words she spoke were more unexpected yet. "..Thank you, but..." With a pause, he frowned at her faintly, scrutinizing her every move. "How...?" Noatak asked, bringing his hands slowly to his knees, balled into fists as he kept his gaze and tone of voice calm.

 He had to know.

"How did you bring back your bending?"

Not So Different [Amorra] by *hiruda

Roban - don’t hate me XD I can’t help it. /shot

Legend of Korra 1.12 - Endgame

So this child truly hadn't known who he was... he must have come from very far away, for the Equalist was sure that many people had found out about his group, and that the news of Equalism had spread far and wide throughout the nations, far past Republic City. After all, their actions were quite important, not only to their city, but to the entire globe... and he did intend to stop bending for good.

{♥}The brunette could help but snort, and she couldn’t help but laugh a little, what was with the mask? “O-oh, I-I’m sorry…” covered her mouth trying not to laugh or smile. Once her laughter calmed and such, she introduced herself, “Welcome to Wonderland, I’m Alice Liddell, who are you?”

He stood and faced her, eyes dark as he stared.

He stepped forth, warily approaching the youth as he called out. "..Stop, you'll make it worse."

He didn't wait to hesitate any longer and instead went forward, putting an arm around the young man's shoulders without waiting for him to agree to such a gesture. Healing would have to be done as soon as possible, otherwise there could be serious damage.

"Sit down."