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Yan trotted up eager, and now first in line. He had never been one for nerves.

It was a technique he had just perfected. And it wasn't perfect. To anyone, even a nonbender, it was obvious that Yan had power, but no technique. He had been working on that to the best of his abilities, as straight bursts of metal weren't practical.

Squaring himself in a wide stance, his eyes searched for a stray, large metal scrap he could use. He figured that with the new construction there had to be... there. It was just outside the door, though. Flashing an apologetic grin at his teacher, he ran outside and grabbed the beam, plopping on the floor with a boom.

Back to stance, one breath in. With a rough extension of his upper arm, it was done.

A huge semi-sphere blocked the Avatar from the line of them, encompassing him just inches from his face.

The shape was far from perfect. Cracks, indents, and crags made it seem unstable, and deformed it. Aware of this, Yan quickly retracted it back towards himself, breaking a sweat. He kept the hunk, now no longer artful or back to it's original, geometric form, levitated between his spread arms.