Aang X Sokka Novels & Stories

King Manor said, getting up from his chair. Four of his warriors came up behind Soko trying to take him to the cells below. Before they could touch him Soko spun around, used the palm of his hand to break the nose of the first warrior. He turned to the second warrior, kicked him in the knee so hard, that his bone stuck out the back of his leg. He went down screaming wallowing in pain, as Soko stepped over him ready to face the last two warriors. King Manor rolled his and walked over to his son.

Another explosion erupted as Angus summoned his powers to invoke a blast of heat wave that pummeled into more than a dozen men, tossing them back with blood pouring from their mouths. There he stood, Deputy Prelate Angus of the Holy Temple, as invincible and indomitable as a god. A tenacious Tang Rou channeled her True Energy once more, mustering what she could and fusing them into one energy bolt that she hurled with all her strength at Angus. Boom!

The shite that they go on about is brainless. Then again, I’ve never been a fan, sycophant, or otherwise impressed by Yon contracted to a village. Especially not the damned Hosa cousins, who seem to break every rule there is when it comes to it. I only get about twenty minutes of reprieve with the new unnamed demon nipping my insides, before she stumbles back to us with Soko. “It’s fine really,” Soko, protests. Aya doesn’t really listen though, just carries the thicker girl to bar I’m at. Once there, she examines her swelling ankle with Soko on the counter and her bending rather than kneeling to examine it.