Joanne took a tour of the room while stone statues stared back at her. It was one of the few places that she'd actually wanted to see here in the southern air temple. Each cycle of the Avatar followed her movements.
There was Avatar Kyoshi, imposing, tall and regal. Avatar Roku; an old, wise looking man with eyes that pierced deep. Avatar Aang with his beard and noise pointing arrow who ended the hundred year war with his friends at age 12. Then...
Avatar Korra who'd left the spirit portals open allowing man and spirit to co-exist. Probably the most world changing Avatar yet. But...
'Keeping the portals open was a mistake.'
She suddenly lurched back. The eyes of Avatar Korra which had been grey, dull and lifeless were glowing white.
She took many steps back but the glow filled her vision. Only her statue's were glowing. The others remained dull.
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A pillar of wind suddenly materialised in the arena.
WOOO.....
The howl of the wind was in everyone's ears. The ground, the very EARTH beneath their feet, began to crack as if some giant had began to pound on it with his fists.
CRACK!
Dust Flew everywhere. Effectively blinding everyone.
The assassin held his hand out and peered through his fingers.
The wind speed increased, more cracks appeared in the ground; even deeper cracks. He squinted his eyes.
In the center of the hurricane was a young boy, levitating inside the tornado.
'What the... "
Two eyes suddenly looked through directly at him.
Suddenly on his guard, he took up a fighting stance. His instincts, body and soul screamed the same thing...
Danger.
The eyes shone... in fact glowed, white.
CRACK
Then he was falling through nothing.
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The rage was so bitter, so dark, pitch black.
The winds swirled around him, he didn't know how. He didn't care. All he wanted was to inflict as much pain as he could on someone; and the ideal target had been found.
It was like nature responded to his desire.
The ground opened beneath the assassin and he fell. Ronin's mind was foggy and clouded. It was like someone was in control of him whiles obeying his desire.
'Yes... kill'
Poof!
There was smoke coming out of the hole. The assassin flew out of the hole and landed in one of the stands. He eyed him warily.
His anger rose even more and he let out a guttural roar!
The tornado roared with him flinging many others back.
Ronin eyed the assassin above. The intense wind tore at his trousers and his weak shirt was completely ripped off leaving him bare chested with the angry mark on his right breast to his right forearm, glowing white.
The earth broke apart as he suddenly appeared where the assassin was.
SMASH!
The ground crumbled beneath him. But the assassin was not there. He was back in the arena and now he began to remove his cloak.
'Come back here...' Ronin thought in a daze.
Suddenly, he was no longer in the arena.
3 individuals stood beneath him. One bald, a woman with no arms and a sturdily built man with unkept flowing hair.
"And now, we brothers and sisters in anarchy shall usher in a new era!" the bald one said.
'What?'
"And your name shall resound throughout history!"
He tried to move but his arms and legs had been shackled to the walls as he hung in the air.
The scene changed...
A monstrous, red kite like thing with dozens of tentacles and the markings of a skeleton held him down. It began to turn purple.
"It was I who broke through the divide that separated the plane of spirits, from the material word!"
A beam of energy hit him head on.
Then he was back in the arena. However his body moved as his emotions dictated. He was no longer in control.
"This wasn't in the contract..." The assassin began "but I get to have some fun for a change!"
A strange contraption was on both his arms and it extended all the way to his back.
"Come at me!"
CRACK
Ronin was on top of him with his arms back ready to pulverise him.
The assassin shot a rope and promptly dissapeared.
Slash!
A gash appeared in Ronin's cheek.
"That all you got?" The assassin asked from his behind clutching a small dagger.
Going into a break dance style with his feet, the wind responded to him and he caused the earth to break beneath the assassin. He shot another grappling hook and flew into the air.
The earthquake dislodged a pillar and it began to fall.
'Huh?!'
His mind suddenly snapped back into place. There was someone beneath that pillar...someone he knew. He regained control as the glow from his mark began to fade.
With all he had, he zoomed towards Sean and grabbed him out of the way just as the pillar fell with a sickening...
Crunch!
He rolled over unto the ground and stopped. Immediately, a wave of fatigue rolled over him and he almost passed out.
"Ronin? Oh shit!" Sean began "You okay?"
Ronin looked as if he'd pass out any second from now. He began to get up but promptly fell down. He was panting. His insides were on fire. He blinked back spots.
"Don't move! Whatever you did... It took the life outta you."
"Aww... Is it over?"
A chill crept up his spine as the assassin sauntered over.
"And it was just getting interesting." he pouted. "Seems he regained control when he saw you." he jutted his chin at Sean.
Sean punched at the assassin who merely sidestepped and slammed his elbow into his head.
Ronin's vision began to fade.
"I'll be taking you too."
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Pheta427 watched the battle ensue from his perch.
He gritted his teeth in worry. Someone had already found him and he doubted he could take on that guy. Let alone his minions.
'I've gotta get him back, but how? '
"Hey old man."
He turned to see who had spoken. A young lad with bright blonde hair with his hands behind his neck stared back at him. Beside him, was an older, taller boy with a rude face and demeanor.
"What do you want with our friend?"
He thought fast.
He raised his hands and lowered his head to make himself look submissive and weak. Which he wasn't.
"I seek nothing from him. Only that he comes to know who he is and fulfill his duty to our world... To both worlds."
He recognized them. They were there when he found the toys.
'Friends of his. They will be useful.'
"The hell you say?" Roth began. "You're one of those weird priests who talk about fate and shit, huh?" he turned away and began to leave. "Stay away from Ronin and we'll leave you be, got that?"
"That won't be possible."
He stopped walking and turned dangerously.
"As it stands now, if we don't go save him, Ronin is going to die. Permanently. Once that happens our world is finished."