Sailing the Shipping Seas

"Where is the avatar?" Amon's unmoving mask asked again.

"Don't tell him anything—ahh!" Pema yelped and squirmed back when the electrified gauntlet got closer.

"Pema!" Tenzin raised his arm to blast the bastard away, but then Amon was right there landing blow after pointed blow into his arm and chest until his arm hung limp at his side. The children screamed. He used his other arm to reach behind him and make sure the kids were still there.

"Get her out of here," Amon growled.

The gauntlet turned off. Pema was dragged from the cell, frantic and unable to fight with the baby in her arms.

"Tenzin!"

"Pema!"

"Mom!"

"Mommy!"

"Your wife and child for the life of a teenage brat." Amon left the cell to slam the bars shut. "Last chance. Tell me where the avatar is and I'll bring your wife and son back."

Tenzin stood tall now that there was something separating the madman from his children. The next words killed him to say, even though there was no way of knowing if Amon would follow through with his promise. "I won't tell you anything."

Jinora gasped from behind him when Amon's eyes scanned over the children.

"So be it. I'll have her watch the main event tomorrow… If she's still alive"