Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5290299-20140929212528/@comment-24296957-20140930151924

A lone figure at the bar - an island in a sea of chaos. The clamor of the space almost cascaded over the television inside watching the tournament. Drinks were grabbed on both sides of the man, the crowd a mixture of all four nations - yelling in wonder and scoffing in disgust.

And here, the man cast his gaze over the TV - neutral towards the entire thing. Some of the bending wasn't bad, but there were so many open spots to hit from. And when you're a fast bender...

Tch.

''Wind bending with both hands. Leaves you vulnerable...Pro bender? I've already counted how many times you've died, girl...''

"Amature..." Amet mumbled under his breath.