At the sight of air and fire working together under the direction of one person, Iroh just stared. He knew that he was looking at the Avatar, and as a bender from a long lineage of benders who hadn't exactly used their powers for good, Iroh had only respect for a tradition with such a stellar reputation. But what was the Avatar doing here?
But he and the Avatar were not the only ones who came from a long lineage. From his travels, Iroh knew that there were many benders scattered across the world, some more secret than others, some more integrated into their communities than others, but all linked together in some way to other benders by the need to learn their craft. There were bullies and isolated mystics, selfless helpers, community defenders, and some very deep secrets.
He had a feeling that the granddaughter might be the result of a very isolated bending lineage. His suspicions were confirmed when the granddaughter emerged in Korra's wake, riding what appeared to be a stone pantherlizard. Iroh had seen that statue in a corner of the parlor and thought it nothing but decoration.
The stone was very dark, some kind of volcanic stone, and the girl appeared to be using bending in a very non-standard way to control the statue, pressed against its back, partially embedded in the stone, twitching and reaching as it clawed its way through the debris.
"No, don't do that, I'm still here, right on top of you!" The shabby gentleman shouted into his radio from a part of the house that had sunk into the earth. The response was impossible to make out, but when the girl saw that her grandmother was safe, she turned right around and went back after him.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Iroh said. It took a lot to force him to run, but for this situation, he ran. And when he came to the remains of the porch jammed in great zigzags into the giant sinkhole, he climbed down and kept running, thundering across the shingles of a section of the roof.
It was more stable than it looked, two great beams jammed into walls of earth to either side. He reached the end and found there was no easy way down, but if there's one thing a firebender can always do when surrounded by wood, it's make a way. He looked around, estimated how things would fall, and set two precisely calibrated fires. As the structure began to shift under him, he certainly hoped he'd gotten it right.
[My thought is that the composition of the rock used to make the pantherlizard statue makes it very difficult to bend by normal means, and the granddaughter is not a general earthbender, her technique is just for this specific rock.]
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But he and the Avatar were not the only ones who came from a long lineage. From his travels, Iroh knew that there were many benders scattered across the world, some more secret than others, some more integrated into their communities than others, but all linked together in some way to other benders by the need to learn their craft. There were bullies and isolated mystics, selfless helpers, community defenders, and some very deep secrets.
He had a feeling that the granddaughter might be the result of a very isolated bending lineage. His suspicions were confirmed when the granddaughter emerged in Korra's wake, riding what appeared to be a stone pantherlizard. Iroh had seen that statue in a corner of the parlor and thought it nothing but decoration.
The stone was very dark, some kind of volcanic stone, and the girl appeared to be using bending in a very non-standard way to control the statue, pressed against its back, partially embedded in the stone, twitching and reaching as it clawed its way through the debris.
"No, don't do that, I'm still here, right on top of you!" The shabby gentleman shouted into his radio from a part of the house that had sunk into the earth. The response was impossible to make out, but when the girl saw that her grandmother was safe, she turned right around and went back after him.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Iroh said. It took a lot to force him to run, but for this situation, he ran. And when he came to the remains of the porch jammed in great zigzags into the giant sinkhole, he climbed down and kept running, thundering across the shingles of a section of the roof.
It was more stable than it looked, two great beams jammed into walls of earth to either side. He reached the end and found there was no easy way down, but if there's one thing a firebender can always do when surrounded by wood, it's make a way. He looked around, estimated how things would fall, and set two precisely calibrated fires. As the structure began to shift under him, he certainly hoped he'd gotten it right.
[My thought is that the composition of the rock used to make the pantherlizard statue makes it very difficult to bend by normal means, and the granddaughter is not a general earthbender, her technique is just for this specific rock.]