Snippet #1405327

This was getting tiresome. and it was really starting to hurt. Zuko thought to himself. He held his hands clasped together as the countered flames flew at him and his Commander. index and middle fingers held up, with clasping the rest of the fingers together in a tight clench. he then bent over backwards, falling in the process as the flames shot over his prone body. he felt more skin blister under the intense heat of the attack, and winced with a loud but short grunt. With the fire safely past him, Fudo, he wasn't sure. his eyes were closed. He opened them slowly and looked down. his chest was scarlet red, and small blisters here and there surfaced. he shot his gaze back up at the three children. the spark of his more competitive spirit shining through his even redder tinted brown eyes. He would then perform an attack that Uncle Iroh had taught him. by placing his feet close together it would allow lightning to have a more stable conduit, instead of running in zig zags and turns, it was a straight shot to his chi system in his chest and arms. He then crossed his arms over his chest with both index and middle fingers held straight on both hands. The tips of his fingers began sparking and firing off tiny volts in random directions not nearly strong enough to do any real damage, but a bit flashy. He could feel the energy build in his heart, lungs and sternum. like thousands of needles were being gently slid tip against his insides. it tickled in a slightly painful way but no more then when getting a permanent image drawn on someone's skin with needle and ink. like cough almost. soon flashes of white and blue were jumping from his back, and head, along with every other bit of flesh up from his waist. He knew this would finish it. With a continuous chain of lightning heading their way redirecting it would be almost unbearably painful. It'd be like a stamina test, who will were down first. because the launching of this attack would be as painful as being struck by it. only with out the side effects as unconsciousness, and if he wasn't careful, instant death. In his head his fatherly mind intruded with his thinking for a bit, How could you attack your daughters with such viciousness, this could hurt them severely. But the fighter in him shot in. If I don't hold back on it they'd be injured. this is just a mere taste of why I'm the Fire Lord.