[ NC-108's dossiers detailed her ease in manipulating the four elements. In the dark and organized space of his mind, Hei is ticking off the possibilities. An air-blast? Ineffectual. Fire? Too bombastic; too great a risk of being discovered. He's too far from the river for her to attack him with a wave. ]
[ That means ... ]
[ The ground vibrates beneath his feet. Pebbles rattle. A hot-cold surge of adrenaline rushes through his veins, right before a hailstorm of rocks collide around him. He hears the relentless staccato bursts as they slam all around him. One whacks against his shoulder, shooting a strobelike flare of pain behind his eyes. A second whooshes past his skull, coming dangerously close to denting it. Instinct takes over. Pirouetting, Hei lets a wire fly, snagging the closest outcrop of trees. With a jerk, he leaps into the air, gaining traction, rocketing forward to avoid being pelted with more rocks. In the same movement, he clicks the button on an activation device within his coat. The explosives he'd scattered throughout the area ignite -- a deafening orchestra. They're dirty bombs, low on chemicals, high on noise. A dizzying distraction, if you're unprepared for it. ]
[ And distractions are always windows of opportunity. It's what he needs to swing toward Korra -- and incapacitate her. ]
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[ That means ... ]
[ The ground vibrates beneath his feet. Pebbles rattle. A hot-cold surge of adrenaline rushes through his veins, right before a hailstorm of rocks collide around him. He hears the relentless staccato bursts as they slam all around him. One whacks against his shoulder, shooting a strobelike flare of pain behind his eyes. A second whooshes past his skull, coming dangerously close to denting it. Instinct takes over. Pirouetting, Hei lets a wire fly, snagging the closest outcrop of trees. With a jerk, he leaps into the air, gaining traction, rocketing forward to avoid being pelted with more rocks. In the same movement, he clicks the button on an activation device within his coat. The explosives he'd scattered throughout the area ignite -- a deafening orchestra. They're dirty bombs, low on chemicals, high on noise. A dizzying distraction, if you're unprepared for it. ]
[ And distractions are always windows of opportunity. It's what he needs to swing toward Korra -- and incapacitate her. ]