Okay, I’m terrible at fight scenes BUT this one was a scene I’d had in my head since I started writing Nukka stuff, because Nukka & Azula parallels are something that I REALLY liked writing about so it was just inevitable that they’re clash.
All things considered, this fight had been a long time in coming. During their first group confrontation Nukka, along with everyone else, had been so thoroughly exhausted that they hadn't exactly been fighting on equal terms. As a girl who took multiple naps a day whenever possible, Shikamaru's laziness was contagious through dimensions apparently, sleep deprivation turned out to be a rather apt way of wearing her down.
Now, however, Nukka had no such disadvantages, and they both knew it. It was for that reason, Nukka assumed, that Azula was keeping herself at a safe distance, she must have been told of the southern girl’s proficiency in hand to hand as well as thrown weapons. Instead, she kept to her high ground sniping potshots down and blasting any of her knives out of the air before they could make contact.
Nukka was running low on ammo, normally she would have been grabbing knives back off the ground as she fought but that was rather difficult to do when they were either molten red or melted by Azula’s fire. With a scowl, Nukka tossed her last throwing dagger towards Azula who ducked low, despite the dagger itself flying high above the princess's head.
“You think that a nonbending peasant is any match for the heir of the fire nation? I am the culmination of generations of strength and might--You can’t even hit me.” Azula sneered from her perch upon the crystal rocks. Nukka simply tilted her head, eyes taking in her surrounding as her knives lodged deep into the rock above the princess’ head.
“Maybe the question you should be asking,” Nukka drawled as the rock above them gave a heaving groan before a large chunk dislodged from the ceiling, forcing Azula to finally move closer and into Nukka’s range, “Is if you’re a match for me, princess.”
Azula was fast but Nukka was both faster and physically stronger. The water tribe girl’s right hand shot out, grabbing Azula’s and yanking it upward, redirecting the blue fire that had moments ago been poised to blow directly in her face. With her free hand, Nukka held senbon needles tightly between her knuckles which viciously she swiped across Azula’s face leaving three gouges deliberately deep enough to scar.
This girl had hurt the people she cared about, her family. Nukka was going to make sure she remembered it.