(it'll die with me is a sentiment that hits him a little harder than it used to, now. roy's resolve is the bitter taste of iron, it's on his tongue when he swallows. he doesn't — wouldn't, even for a moment — doubt the truth of it. certain things you just take as a universal constant.
he flexes his fingers, and then as if he's decided on something he rolls his sleeves up. he doesn't need to (it's been a long time since he singed his hems) but given how much abilities are on the fritz he'd rather not risk his only good shirt. the gloves come off too, he bunches them up and tosses them aside. the breeze feels strangely on his left arm, the healing scars twinge faintly in the open air. but his bending isn't blocked any more, so it won't affect the show.
the dummy is still... smoking faintly but seems otherwise back to normal, and mako tips his head at roy. )
Give me some clearance. My control is good, but there's no saying what'll happen if my firebending cuts out in the middle of it.
( and once roy's backed off to the point that mako's satisfied about his safety — )
Firebending is about power. It's the only purely offensive style on my world, all the others have elements of defense to them. Traditional firebending is pretty much always attacking or using fire to your advantage to set up for the next attack.
( he cycles through the steps of mid-level form, arcing kicks and punches that resonate from the meat of the shoulder. fire curls into being and rather than waste energy creating it anew each time it just flows between one move and the next, being reshaped by the chi of his current focused blow. it's not exactly traditional per se, but it also isn't obvious he's largely self-taught.
once he feels he's done an adequate demonstration he'll lapse into a neutral stance and draw a breath. most benders require a moment's clarity and focus for lightning, but he's never needed that. he just calls it, and it comes. a sharp crack of blue streaks from his outstretched fingertips and hits the dummy. it splits like a tree with the sudden heat, but rather than explode like roy's had, it just sits slumps, burning from the inside. the entrance burn is just a small, precise spot between the dummy's 'eyes'.
he dusts his hands off. and... flattens his hair down, since it always likes to go a bit awry with the energy build-up, sticking in a colorful variety of directions. )
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he flexes his fingers, and then as if he's decided on something he rolls his sleeves up. he doesn't need to (it's been a long time since he singed his hems) but given how much abilities are on the fritz he'd rather not risk his only good shirt. the gloves come off too, he bunches them up and tosses them aside. the breeze feels strangely on his left arm, the healing scars twinge faintly in the open air. but his bending isn't blocked any more, so it won't affect the show.
the dummy is still... smoking faintly but seems otherwise back to normal, and mako tips his head at roy. )
Give me some clearance. My control is good, but there's no saying what'll happen if my firebending cuts out in the middle of it.
( and once roy's backed off to the point that mako's satisfied about his safety — )
Firebending is about power. It's the only purely offensive style on my world, all the others have elements of defense to them. Traditional firebending is pretty much always attacking or using fire to your advantage to set up for the next attack.
( he cycles through the steps of mid-level form, arcing kicks and punches that resonate from the meat of the shoulder. fire curls into being and rather than waste energy creating it anew each time it just flows between one move and the next, being reshaped by the chi of his current focused blow. it's not exactly traditional per se, but it also isn't obvious he's largely self-taught.
once he feels he's done an adequate demonstration he'll lapse into a neutral stance and draw a breath. most benders require a moment's clarity and focus for lightning, but he's never needed that. he just calls it, and it comes. a sharp crack of blue streaks from his outstretched fingertips and hits the dummy. it splits like a tree with the sudden heat, but rather than explode like roy's had, it just sits slumps, burning from the inside. the entrance burn is just a small, precise spot between the dummy's 'eyes'.
he dusts his hands off. and... flattens his hair down, since it always likes to go a bit awry with the energy build-up, sticking in a colorful variety of directions. )
Anyway. That's lightning.