[ Thank the spirits Yuri did, because Mako's doing his best here but they're in an enclosed space made largely of wood and he can't just let loose like he's used to. At least he can lean on pro-bending, on the kind of quick moves that wouldn't actually hurt an opponent, to land a hit. Yuri slashes, and the fish-thing stumbles and Mako whirls, slamming a fire-laced roundhouse into its gut to slam it into the wood. It shrieks, bleeding profusely, but Mako sweeps fire at it before it can get up and whirls, panting, with his fists still flaming to look at the other one. ]
You wanna try me? Bring it. I'll fry you.
[ The pirate, apparently, does not in fact want to be fried, because it stumbles away, leaving the path to the door clear for them both. ]
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You wanna try me? Bring it. I'll fry you.
[ The pirate, apparently, does not in fact want to be fried, because it stumbles away, leaving the path to the door clear for them both. ]