Chapter XIII: Counterattack, The Final Battle, & The Clash of Titans
The Spirit of Competition - Part IX: Counterattack
The Occupation
Republic City under Equalist control was a sight that made Korra's blood boil. From their hidden vantage point in the drainage tunnels, she and Tohra watched as Hiroshi Sato addressed a massive crowd gathered at City Hall.
"It is a glorious day, my Equalist brothers and sisters!" Hiroshi's amplified voice carried across the plaza. "Amon has torn down the tyrannical bending government! He has declared bending illegal, and he has the Avatar on the run!"
"On the run," Korra muttered angrily, her hands clenching into fists. "I'm not running from anyone!"
Tohra's hand on her shoulder was warm and grounding. "Patience, love. The United Forces are coming. We need to be strategic about this."
"I hate patience," Korra grumbled, but she leaned into his touch nonetheless.
Behind them, the rest of their expanded group had gathered—Mako, Bolin, Asami, Winter, Scarlett, Aiko, Jinjer, Eleryc, Tarro, and Daikon. The Time Patrollers had been tracking Cooler's movements while the Saiyans maintained a low profile to avoid drawing attention before the crucial moment.
"The Equalists have put Amon masks over the statues," Bolin reported, looking through binoculars. "Even on Avatar Aang's memorial. That's just disrespectful."
"It's psychological warfare," Asami said quietly, her engineering mind analyzing the tactics. "Making it seem like the old order is completely overthrown. My father always did understand the power of symbols."
The bitterness in her voice made Mako move closer, his presence offering silent support. Their reconciliation had been genuine, but they both knew that the confrontation with Hiroshi was coming.
"Our great leader has a vision for the future," Hiroshi continued from the plaza. "One day soon, bending will no longer exist and we will live in a world where everyone is finally equal!"
"Equal by taking away what makes people different," Winter said softly. "That's not equality. That's forced conformity."
"The United Forces are on their way right now to try and stop that dream," Hiroshi declared. "But we will prevail!"
The crowd's cheers echoed through the city, a sound that mixed genuine belief with fear-driven compliance.
Reconnaissance Mission
Korra and Mako had volunteered for the reconnaissance mission, disguising themselves as chi-blockers to gather intelligence. Tohra had initially protested—his every instinct screamed against letting Korra walk into danger without him—but she'd convinced him that two people could move more quietly than a group, especially when one of that group radiated distinctive Saiyan energy signatures.
"I'll have the pendant," she'd reminded him, touching the crystal at her throat. "You'll know if I'm in real danger."
"I'll know the instant your heart rate increases," Tohra had replied, but he'd let her go. Trust was part of love, even when it hurt.
Now, watching through Winter's scrying abilities as Korra and Mako navigated the occupied streets, Tohra had to consciously control his emerald aura from flaring with protective anxiety.
"She's fine," Winter said quietly, sensing his tension. "Her spiritual signature is strong and focused."
"I know," Tohra replied. "Doesn't make it easier."
"Love rarely does," Winter said, and there was something in her voice that made Tohra glance at her sharply. But before he could ask, Scarlett interrupted.
"They're heading back. And the United Forces are entering the bay."
The Trap
Through the morning fog, the United Forces fleet steamed into Republic City's harbor with military precision. General Iroh stood at the bow of the lead ship, his posture confident despite the unnatural quiet.
"Amon had to know we were coming," he said to his officers. "So why aren't we meeting any resistance?"
The answer came moments later as underwater mines began floating to the surface, detonating in massive explosions that rocked the fleet.
"It's a trick!" Iroh shouted. "Water and earthbenders, detonate those mines!"
But the mines were just the opening move. From behind Republic City's skyscrapers came a buzzing sound that grew rapidly louder—Hiroshi Sato's aircraft, dozens of them, armed with bombs and torpedoes.
"Where does Hiroshi find the time to keep inventing new evil machines?!" Bolin exclaimed from their observation point.
Korra, having returned with Mako from their reconnaissance, watched in horror as the planes devastated the United Forces fleet. Without hesitation, she waterbent herself into the harbor, using her bending to shield ships and detonate torpedoes before they could hit their targets.
Tohra's emerald aura flared as he prepared to join her, but Tarro grabbed his arm.
"Wait," the Time Patroller said urgently. "If you reveal your full power now, Cooler will know we're aware of him. We need to maintain the element of surprise."
"Korra's in the middle of a war zone!" Tohra protested.
"And she's the Avatar," Winter reminded him, though her voice was strained with concern. "She can handle this. Trust in her power."
Tohra watched, every muscle tense, as Korra created massive waterspouts, used ice to take down planes, and even redirected a torpedo to hit an enemy aircraft. She was magnificent—and terrifying, and he'd never loved her more than in this moment when she was both powerful and vulnerable.
When General Iroh fell into the water unconscious from an explosion, Korra immediately dove to save him, waterbending them both to safety.
Regrouping
Back in Gommu the hobo's underground hideout, Korra used her healing abilities on General Iroh's wounds while the group assessed their situation.
"I was prepared to deal with Sato's mecha tanks," Iroh admitted, "but not these new high-speed aircraft."
"Every time we think we have an advantage, Amon outsmarts us," Korra said, frustration evident in her voice.
Tohra moved to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders offering support. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by General Iroh, whose eyes widened slightly in recognition.
"You must be the... enhanced combatant I've heard reports about," Iroh said, assessing Tohra with a warrior's eye.
"Tohra," he introduced himself. "And these are my family and allies." He gestured to the other Saiyans and Time Patrollers who had accompanied them.
"The reinforcements Tenzin mentioned in his wire," Iroh said with dawning understanding. "I had wondered what form they would take."
"Amon is winning so far," Bolin said glumly. "But we're not out of the fight yet."
"I like this man's confidence!" Bolin said, his spirits lifting slightly. "So how are we not out of the fight?"
"A second wave of reinforcements is on the way," Iroh explained, standing despite his wound. "But I need to warn them." He turned to Korra. "Do you still have a way to get a message out?"
"I know just the man for the job," Korra confirmed.
Gommu set up his telegraph machine with practiced efficiency, and Iroh dictated his message to Commander Bumi—Tenzin's brother—warning him to stay at Red Sand Island until the all-clear signal.
"Now comes the hard part," Iroh said, spreading a map of Republic City on the table. "We need to ground those aircraft. Otherwise, Bumi's fleet will never be able to retake the city."
"They flew in from this direction," Mako said, pointing at the map. "The airfield must be somewhere over this mountain range."
"Everyone get ready," Iroh ordered. "We leave at dawn."
A Difficult Decision
As the group began to disperse to prepare, Korra lingered behind. Tohra noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"I'm not going with them tomorrow," Korra said, loud enough for the others to hear.
The announcement brought everyone back.
"What?" Mako asked, shocked.
"Why not?" Asami added.
"I'm sick and tired of hiding from Amon," Korra said firmly. "It's time I face him."
"That's not a good plan," Iroh said, his military training immediately identifying the tactical weakness. "We need to stick together."
"I'm not waiting for him to hunt me down," Korra replied, her Avatar determination shining through. "My gut tells me it's time to end this, on my terms."
Tohra felt his heart clench. Every instinct screamed at him to argue, to insist she wait for backup, to protect her from this choice. But he also understood what she was saying—the Avatar couldn't hide forever. Sometimes, the only way forward was through.
"Korra, this is not a mission you should be handling alone," Iroh tried again.
"She won't be," Tohra said, moving to stand beside her. His emerald aura flickered with determination. "I'm going with her."
"Tohra—" Winter began.
"No arguments," he said firmly. "I understand the tactical considerations. I know revealing my power might tip off Cooler. But I'm not letting Korra face Amon alone."
"We could all go," Scarlett suggested, but Tohra shook his head.
"The airfield mission is crucial. If those planes aren't grounded, the second fleet will be destroyed. You need your full strength for that." He looked at Korra, his eyes meeting hers with absolute resolve. "We'll handle Amon."
Mako stepped forward. "Then I'm coming too. Three is better than two."
Asami's face showed a flash of hurt and worry, but she caught herself quickly. After their reconciliation, after everything they'd talked about, she understood—this was Mako being a good friend, not choosing Korra over her.
Iroh studied the three of them—the Avatar, the Legendary Super Saiyan, and the loyal firebender. Finally, he nodded.
"My grandfather would respect the Avatar's instinct," he said. "So will I."
Preparations and Goodbyes
The next morning, as the two groups prepared to split up, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken concerns.
Mako pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Love you, little bro."
"Love you back, big bro," Bolin replied.
Bolin turned to Korra next. "Amon is a nasty dude. Be careful."
"I will," Korra promised, embracing him warmly. "Good luck." She moved to Naga, hugging her beloved polar bear dog. "Take good care of Bolin for me."
Asami approached Mako, and after their heart-to-heart facilitated by the women's matchmaking, the tension between them had eased considerably.
"I'm sorry things got so messed up between us," Mako said quietly. "But whatever happens today, I want you to know how much I care about you."
"I care about you too," Asami replied, kissing him on the cheek with genuine affection. She glanced at Korra and Tohra, who were having their own private moment, and felt no jealousy—only hope that they'd all survive the day.
Tohra held Korra close, his forehead resting against hers. "You know I'm terrified right now, right?" he murmured, quiet enough that only she could hear.
"I know," Korra replied. "I'm terrified too. But we're doing this together."
"Always together," Tohra confirmed. "Whatever happens in there, whatever Amon throws at us—we face it as one."
The pendant between them glowed softly, their energies harmonizing in a way that made the air itself seem to shimmer.
Winter watched this with a complex expression. Scarlett, noticing, moved to stand beside her.
"You okay?" Scarlett asked quietly.
"I will be," Winter replied. "Seeing them together like this... it's beautiful. And it hurts. But mostly it's beautiful."
"You're allowed to feel both," Scarlett reminded her.
"I know," Winter said. "And I'm glad she has him. If anyone deserves that kind of love, it's Korra. And if anyone can protect her when her own power isn't enough, it's Tohra."
As the groups prepared to split—one heading to the mountains to destroy the airfield, the other preparing to infiltrate Air Temple Island—Gommu wiped tears from his eyes dramatically.
"Good fortune and success to you, valiant heroes," he declared with characteristic hobo wisdom.
The Approach
Korra, Tohra, and Mako made their way through a large sewage pipe toward the bay. At the water's edge, Korra created a massive water bubble around all three of them, allowing them to breathe as they walked along the ocean floor toward Air Temple Island.
Tohra's presence in the bubble was like a furnace—his ki naturally generating warmth that kept the cold water at bay. Mako noticed and gave him a grateful nod.
When they emerged on the rocky shore of the island, they could see Equalist activity everywhere. Quickly donning their chi-blocker masks, they climbed up toward the temple.
"There's Amon," Korra whispered, pointing at the masked figure boarding an airship.
"We need to get into the temple," Mako said. "Then, when he returns..."
"We ambush him," Korra finished.
But before they could move, a familiar voice called out from behind them.
"What are you two doing here?"
The Lieutenant. Korra and Mako froze, but Tohra—whose energy signature was carefully controlled—remained calm.
"Uh, we were just transferred," Mako said quickly.
"Well, you're getting transferred again," the Lieutenant replied. "Amon wants extra security at the arena today."
"The arena?" Mako asked, confused. "For what?"
"The rally. You should've been briefed about this."
Korra bowed respectfully. "We'll be there, sir."
As the Lieutenant walked away, Korra whispered to her companions: "I know another way in."
The Revelation
They found their way into the temple through a hidden panel Korra remembered from her months living there. Climbing up to the attic, they were prepared for it to be empty.
"Uh, we're not alone up here," Mako said, his voice tense.
Behind bars sat Tarrlok, looking haggard but alert. When Korra and Mako removed their masks, his eyes widened in recognition.
"Tarrlok?" Korra said, shocked.
"I don't suppose you're here to rescue me," Tarrlok replied.
"We had no idea you were here," Korra said, approaching the cell. "Are there other prisoners on the island?"
"No, I'm the only one."
"And what makes you so special?"
Tarrlok looked directly at her, his expression carrying the weight of terrible knowledge. "I'm Amon's brother."
The revelation hit like a physical blow. Korra gasped, and even Tohra—who had remained silent, letting Korra and Mako handle the situation—straightened in surprise.
"Amon is from the Northern Water Tribe," Tarrlok continued. "He's a waterbender and a bloodbender, just like I was."
"What?" Korra and Mako said simultaneously.
Tohra's emerald aura flickered dangerously. "The man who's been claiming bending is evil... is himself a bender?"
"More than that," Tarrlok said. "The most powerful bloodbender I've ever encountered."
What followed was a story that explained so much while making everything more complicated. Tarrlok told them about Yakone, about the brothers' childhood training in bloodbending, about their father's obsession with revenge against the Avatar.
Korra listened with growing horror and sympathy. She saw parallels to her own journey—a parent's expectations, the burden of power, the fear of becoming something monstrous.
When Tarrlok finished his story, explaining how he'd recognized Amon's bloodbending grip, Korra felt tears in her eyes.
"That's one of the saddest stories I've ever heard," she said quietly.
"Avatar Korra," Tarrlok said, and his voice carried genuine remorse. "I am truly sorry for all that I did to you. I thought I was better than my father, but his ghost still shaped me. I became a soldier of revenge, just like he wanted me to be. And so did my brother."
The New Plan
"So he uses bloodbending to take people's bending," Korra said, her mind racing through the implications.
"I don't know how he does it," Tarrlok admitted. "But then again, I've never encountered a bender as strong as Noatak."
"How in the world do we beat him?" Korra asked.
"We can't," Mako said grimly. "Any attack we throw at him, he'll redirect with his mind. That's how he's been able to challenge any bender."
"So much for our ambush," Korra said, pacing. "If we stay here, we're toast."
Tohra had been quiet during most of this exchange, but now he spoke up. "Unless we use a force he can't bloodbend."
Everyone turned to look at him.
"Ki isn't biological," Tohra explained. "It's life energy, yes, but it's not connected to the body the way bending is. If Amon tries to use bloodbending on me..."
"He won't be able to control you the same way he controls benders," Korra finished, understanding dawning. "Tohra, that's brilliant!"
"It's risky," Tohra cautioned. "We don't know for certain that bloodbending won't affect me. My body is biological, even if my power isn't. But it's a possibility."
"There's another way to beat him," Korra said, her strategic mind working. "This whole time, Amon has been one step ahead of us. But finally we have the advantage. We know the truth about him."
"The rally," Mako said, catching on.
"If we expose him as a bender in front of all his supporters," Korra continued, excitement building in her voice, "we could take away his true power!"
"And undermine this whole revolution!" Mako agreed.
Korra turned to Tarrlok. "Thank you for your help."
Tarrlok nodded, shifting his gaze. When Korra and Mako started to leave, Korra stopped.
"We can't just leave him here," she said.
"Go," Tarrlok said firmly, standing to grip the cell bars. "Amon can't know anyone spoke with me. Defeat him. Put an end to this sad story."
Korra nodded, and the three of them climbed back down through the trapdoor.
Outside, as they made their way back toward the hidden panel, Tohra pulled Korra aside briefly.
"Whatever happens at that rally," he said quietly, "promise me you'll be careful. Bloodbending or not, Amon is dangerous."
"I promise," Korra said, touching the pendant at her throat. "And you'll be right there with me. That's all the safety I need."
Tohra pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "When this is over, when Republic City is free and Amon is defeated, I'm taking you somewhere quiet where we can just be together. No cosmic threats, no revolutions, just us."
"I'm holding you to that," Korra said with a smile.
As they rejoined Mako and began making their way toward the Pro-bending Arena where the rally would take place, none of them noticed the figure watching from the shadows—a purple and white form that observed their movements with cold calculation.
Cooler had been waiting for the right moment to make his move. And it seemed that moment was finally approaching.
The stage was set for a confrontation that would determine not just the fate of Republic City, but potentially the future of the entire world—and possibly the worthiness of mortal existence itself, if Zamigra was indeed watching and judging.
But for now, Korra, Tohra, and Mako had a rally to infiltrate and a false prophet to expose.
The revolution was about to face its moment of truth.
The Spirit of Competition - Part X: The Final Battle
The Airfield Mission
Bolin, Asami, and General Iroh rode on Naga through the snowy mountain passes, while the Time Patrollers flew above in formation—Tarro and Daikon in the lead, with Eleryc, Jinjer, Aiko, and the unpredictable Zero maintaining a careful distance to avoid detection by Equalist sensors.
"I think we've found our secret airfield," Iroh said, pointing toward the valley below where dozens of biplanes were being prepared for takeoff.
"That's a lot of aircraft," Bolin observed nervously.
Through their communication crystals, Winter's voice came from her position back at the hideout. "Scarlett and I are sensing multiple energy signatures down there. Cooler's forces are present, but they're staying in the background. They're letting the Equalists do the heavy lifting."
"Smart," Tarro replied. "They want to preserve their strength for the real fight."
"Bolin," Iroh said, returning focus to the immediate mission, "once we get down there, I need you to tear up those runways. We can't let those aircraft take off."
"Aye aye, captain!" Bolin saluted enthusiastically, then corrected himself. "Ooh, general, general!"
As they prepared to dismount, Bolin turned to Naga and Pabu. "All right, you guys wait here until we get back, okay?" Naga raised her paw, and Bolin held up his hand. "Uh-uh, stay."
The group approached the airfield, and Asami immediately noticed something suspicious. "Why would there be fence posts but no fence?"
"It's a trap!" Aiko shouted from above, her wolf senses detecting the electromagnetic field, but it was too late.
Iroh, Bolin, and Asami cried out in pain as electricity coursed through their bodies from the invisible electric fence, collapsing unconscious to the ground.
"Idiots!" Zero called out, swooping down with the other Time Patrollers. "Did you really think Hiroshi Sato wouldn't have advanced security?"
The Time Patrollers landed, carefully avoiding the fence posts. Eleryc and Jinjer worked together to disable the electromagnetic field using precise ki manipulation, while Tarro checked on the fallen team members.
"They're alive, just unconscious," he reported. "But we need to move them before—"
Mecha tanks emerged from concealed positions around the airfield, surrounding them.
"Before that," Aiko finished, her wolf ears flattening. "Well, this just got complicated."
The Pro-Bending Arena
At the arena, the rally was in full swing. Korra, Tohra, and Mako stood on a balcony in their chi-blocker disguises, watching as Amon addressed the massive crowd.
"Thank you all for joining me on this historic occasion!" Amon declared. "When I was a boy, a firebender struck down my entire family and left me scarred. That tragic event began my quest to equalize the world."
"That's a lie, Amon!" Korra shouted, removing her mask. Tohra and Mako followed suit. "Or should I call you Noatak?"
The crowd gasped, and Amon's eyes widened before narrowing.
"You want her taken out?" the Lieutenant asked.
"No," Amon said calmly, raising his hand. "Everyone calm down, we have nothing to fear from the Avatar. Let's hear what she has to say."
"Amon has been lying to you," Korra announced to the crowd. "The spirits didn't give him the power to take people's bending away. He uses bloodbending to do it. Amon is a waterbender!"
"What is this nonsense?" the Lieutenant demanded.
"Your family wasn't killed by a firebender," Korra continued. "His father was Yakone, and his brother is Councilman Tarrlok."
Amon removed his mask, revealing the scarred face beneath. "This is what a firebender did to me."
Korra felt her certainty waver. "What?"
"The Avatar is lying!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Beside her, Tohra's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Trust what you know," he murmured. "Tarrlok told us the truth."
"They don't believe me," Korra said to Mako. "It didn't work!"
"We said what we had to," Mako replied. "Let's get out of here."
But before they could move, Amon spoke again. "I wouldn't leave yet, Avatar. You'll miss the main event."
Part of the stage rose, revealing Tenzin, Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo tied to poles and gagged.
"No..." Korra breathed. "They got away. We saw them get away!"
Tohra's emerald aura flared dangerously. "This wasn't part of the plan."
Back at the Airfield
Bolin groaned as he regained consciousness, finding himself tied back-to-back with Iroh in a cell. Asami was in a separate cell nearby.
"Asami," Hiroshi Sato's voice made her look up. "I know I have hurt you, and I am sorry. But I believe that one day, you will come to your senses and we can be a family again."
"Are you insane?!" Asami shouted angrily. "How can we be a family after everything you've done?! Mom would hate you for what you've become!"
"How dare you?" Hiroshi raged. "I am avenging her death!"
An Equalist approached. "The airplanes are ready for take-off, sir."
"Good," Hiroshi said coldly. "Annihilate the fleet."
"That's right, general," Hiroshi said to Iroh. "I intercepted your message to Commander Bumi. I know exactly where they're hiding."
Outside, the Time Patrollers were engaged in a desperate battle with the mecha tanks. Zero's unpredictable fighting style—switching between supporting his allies and occasionally attacking them "for fun"—was making coordination difficult.
"Zero, would you please pick a side?!" Tarro shouted as he dodged one of his cousin's ki blasts.
"But where's the entertainment in that?" Zero replied, laughing as he destroyed a mecha tank that had been targeting Aiko.
Suddenly, the warehouse door exploded inward as Naga came charging through, having broken free when she sensed her friends in danger.
"Naga! Over here!" Bolin whispered urgently.
Naga broke down the jail door, and Pabu climbed onto Bolin's lap.
"Who needs a metalbender?" Bolin said happily to Iroh. "We got Naga!"
Outside, Iroh ran toward the planes. "I'm going after those airplanes!"
Asami jumped into an empty mecha tank. "Huh, what do you know... just like a Future Industries forklift."
The Time Patrollers regrouped around her. "We'll provide air support," Tarro said. "But be careful—Cooler's forces are still out there somewhere."
The Arena Battle
"Tonight, I rid the world of airbending forever," Amon declared, approaching the captured airbenders.
"Amon, let them go!" Korra demanded.
"You're welcome to come down here and try to stop me," Amon replied mockingly.
"He's trying to bait you," Mako warned, grabbing Korra's arm.
"I don't care!" Korra said defiantly. "We have to save them!"
Tohra's hand on her other shoulder was both grounding and energizing. "Then we go together. All three of us."
Mako generated lightning and directed it at Amon, who dodged with supernatural grace. Korra and Tohra used firebending to propel themselves onto the wall, with Tohra's ki allowing him to move even faster than bending alone would permit.
They landed on the stage, and chaos erupted. Mako fought the Equalists while Korra freed the airbenders. Tohra moved between them both, his emerald energy flaring as he protected them from attacks without revealing his full legendary power.
"Get them out of here!" Korra told Tenzin once he was free. "We'll create a diversion."
As Tenzin and the children fled, Amon pursued. Korra blocked his path with walls of fire, and they retreated into a room to set their ambush.
But Amon's bloodbending was overwhelming. He pulled Korra from her hiding place, lifting her and Mako into the air with his psychic grip.
Tohra, whose ki-based physiology was partially resistant to bloodbending, managed to move—but Amon's power was stronger than they'd anticipated. The bloodbending affected him differently, slowing him down rather than completely controlling him, but it was enough.
"Impressive," Amon said, noticing Tohra's resistance. "You're not fully affected. But you're not immune either."
He slammed them all to the ground, placing his hand on Korra's forehead.
"No!" both Tohra and Mako shouted.
But it was too late. Amon took Korra's bending.
Separate Battles
At the airfield, Asami found herself facing her father in mecha tank combat.
"Asami, what do you think you're doing?" Hiroshi demanded. "You are aiding the very people who took your mother away!"
"You don't feel love for Mom anymore," Asami replied angrily. "You're too full of hatred."
"You ungrateful, insolent child!"
Their tanks collided, and Asami felt the impact throw her vehicle. Above them, the Time Patrollers engaged the planes that had managed to take off, while Iroh commandeered one aircraft after another with his firebending.
Aiko's wolf instincts allowed her to track targets with supernatural precision, calling out positions for the others. "Three more coming from the east! Jinjer, Eleryc—formation seven!"
The reformed Zamasu reincarnations moved in perfect synchronization, their combined ki blasts taking out multiple planes at once.
When Hiroshi was about to deliver a finishing blow to Asami's damaged tank, Bolin intervened. "Mr. Sato, you are a horrible father!"
The earthbender's attack gave Asami the opening she needed. She ejected from her damaged tank and used her electrified bola to disable her father's mecha tank, then subdued him with precise strikes she'd learned from observing the chi-blockers.
When Hiroshi tried to escape, Asami threw an electrified bola that rendered him unconscious.
"You really are a horrible father," she said sadly, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
The Turning Point
Back at the arena, Amon stood over the defeated Korra. "Finally, you are powerless."
Korra tried to strike him but was too weak. The Lieutenant's voice interrupted the moment.
"Amon! Everything the Avatar said is true, isn't it? I just saw you bloodbend her. You traitor!"
The Lieutenant attacked, but Amon bloodbent him aside effortlessly. He turned toward Tohra, who had been struggling against the psychic grip.
"You're interesting," Amon said. "Your resistance to bloodbending is remarkable. But ultimately futile."
But before Amon could approach, Tohra managed to generate enough ki to blast himself free momentarily. He didn't transform—revealing his legendary power now would alert Cooler—but he channeled enough energy to grab Korra and get her away from immediate danger.
Amon pursued, bloodbending Tohra with increasing strength. The Saiyan warrior found himself being tossed around, his partial resistance not enough to overcome Amon's full power.
"Impressive," Amon said. "Almost a shame to take the bending of someone so... unusual."
"No!" Korra screamed, watching the man she loved being battered by Amon's psychic control.
In that moment of desperation, something awakened within her. She threw a punch at Amon, and a blast of air shot down the corridor, slamming into both Amon and Tohra.
"Impossible!" Amon gasped.
"I—I can airbend?" Korra stood up straight. "I can airbend!"
She attacked Amon with a flurry of air blasts, her newly awakened ability catching him off guard. Tohra, freed from the bloodbending, quickly moved to check on Mako while Korra pressed her advantage.
Amon tried to bloodbend her again, but Korra's airbending was fresh, unpredictable—connected to her in a way her other elements hadn't been. She resisted, struggling against his grip.
"No... you... don't!"
With an airbending-enhanced kick, she blasted Amon out the window. His mask came off as he fell, and the water washed away his fake scar. Desperate, he waterbent a spout to save himself.
The crowd watched in shock as their leader revealed himself as a bender.
"He's waterbending!"
"The scar is fake!"
"The Avatar was telling the truth!"
Noatak looked up at Korra with hatred before diving back into the water and escaping.
Tohra pulled himself to his feet and immediately moved to Korra's side. They stood at the broken window, watching Amon flee.
"You did it," Tohra said softly, his arm wrapping around her waist. "You exposed him."
"But he still took my bending," Korra replied, the reality of her loss beginning to sink in. "Everything except airbending."
"We'll figure it out," Tohra promised. "Together."
Aftermath at Air Temple Island
At the island's attic, Noatak climbed the stairs to his brother's cell.
"Noatak," Tarrlok said quietly.
"It's over, brother. I'm sorry for what I had to do to you."
"Our father set us on this path," Tarrlok replied. "Fate caused us to collide. I should have left with you when we were boys."
Noatak opened the cell door. "Leave with me now. We have a second chance. We can start over, together. Please, you're all I have left in the world."
Victory and Loss
Republic City was free. The Equalists had scattered, Hiroshi Sato was captured, and the revolution had crumbled once its leader was exposed as a fraud.
But for Korra, victory felt hollow.
"I can't believe Amon got you too," Lin said, her hand on Korra's shoulder.
"Hey, at least you unlocked your airbending!" Bolin said brightly, then wilted under everyone's glares. "Right, right, I'll just stand over here quietly, in silence."
"You saved Republic City," Tenzin said gently.
"But Amon got away," Korra replied, looking down.
Tohra stood close to her, his presence a constant comfort, but even he couldn't fix what had been taken from her.
When the ships arrived with Commander Bumi aboard, there was celebration. But Korra couldn't join in. She felt incomplete, broken, no longer truly the Avatar.
Brothers' End
In the middle of the ocean, Tarrlok and Noatak sailed together in a small boat.
"The two of us together again," Noatak said enthusiastically. "There's nothing we can't do!"
"Yes, Noatak," Tarrlok replied, though his expression was troubled.
"Noatak. Hmph, I had almost forgotten the sound of my own name."
Tarrlok noticed the electrified gloves. He took one, unscrewing the fuel tank lid and placing the glove above it.
"It will be just like the good old days," he said softly.
A tear rolled down Noatak's cheek.
Tarrlok activated the glove.
The explosion formed a massive mushroom cloud over the empty sea.
The Southern Water Tribe
Korra sat in the healing chamber while Katara tried everything in her considerable power. But when the elderly healer emerged, her expression told them everything.
"I've tried everything in my power," Katara said sadly, "but I cannot restore Korra's bending. Korra can still airbend, but her connection to the other elements has been severed."
"But you're the best healer in the world!" Lin protested. "You have to keep trying!"
"I'm sorry. There's nothing else I can do."
When Korra emerged from the healing room and saw everyone's pitying expressions, she couldn't take it.
"It's going to be all right, Korra," Tenzin said gently.
"No, it's not," she replied, and fled.
Tohra followed immediately, his longer strides allowing him to catch up quickly.
"Korra, wait."
"Go away," she said angrily.
"I'm not going anywhere," Tohra said firmly. "I'm here for you. Always."
"I'm not the Avatar anymore!" Korra shouted, turning to face him. "I'm just... I'm nothing. I can't do what I was born to do. What's the point of you staying with someone who can't even bend three of the four elements?"
"Do you really think that's all you are to me?" Tohra asked quietly. "Your bending?"
"I don't know!" Korra cried. "Everything I was, everything that made me special, everything that made me worth—"
Tohra pulled her into his arms, cutting off her words. "You listen to me, Korra. I didn't fall in love with the Avatar. I fell in love with you. The stubborn, brave, compassionate woman who refused to give up even when I first met her. Your bending is part of who you are, yes, but it's not what makes you worthy of love."
"But—"
"No buts," Tohra said, pulling back to look at her directly. "I told you before—I will always put your safety first as your lover. That hasn't changed. That will never change. Bending or no bending, you're still the woman I love. And we will figure this out together."
"How?" Korra asked, tears streaming down her face. "How do we figure out something even Katara can't fix?"
"I don't know yet," Tohra admitted. "But I do know that giving up isn't who you are. And I'm not letting you disappear into isolation to wallow in this."
Korra wanted to argue, but looking into his emerald eyes, seeing the absolute certainty there, she felt something shift inside her.
"I need some time," she said quietly. "To think. To process."
"I understand," Tohra said. "But I'm not leaving the South Pole. When you're ready to talk, to fight, to figure this out—I'll be here."
Korra nodded and climbed onto Naga, riding toward the cliffs above the village.
Spiritual Awakening
At the cliff's edge, Korra sat alone, tears falling freely. She'd lost everything that made her the Avatar. Without her bending, who was she?
"Not now, Tenzin," she said when she heard footsteps. "I just want to be left alone."
"But you called me here," a familiar voice replied.
Korra turned in shock. "Aang?"
The Avatar's spirit stood before her, smiling gently. "You have finally connected with your spiritual self."
"How?" Korra asked, standing.
"When we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change."
Behind Aang, other Avatars materialized—Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yangchen, Szeto, and countless others stretching into infinity.
Aang entered the Avatar State and placed his hands on Korra's forehead and shoulder. Energy flowed between them, and Korra felt her bending return in a rush of power and relief.
She rose into the air, her eyes glowing, and demonstrated her restored abilities—sending blasts of air, fire, and earth, bending the sea below into massive waves.
When the Avatar State faded, she turned to see Tohra standing there, having followed at a respectful distance. His face showed pure joy and relief.
"Tohra!" Korra ran and jumped into his arms.
He caught her easily, spinning her around before setting her down. "Your bending?"
"Restored," Korra confirmed, laughing through her tears. "All of it. And I can control the Avatar State now. Fully."
"That's incredible," Tohra said, cupping her face in his hands. "But you know I would have loved you either way."
"I know," Korra said softly. "And that's what made all the difference."
They kissed, their energies harmonizing as they always did—Avatar blue intertwining with Saiyan emerald in a display of power and love that transcended their individual abilities.
When they pulled apart, both were smiling.
"Come on," Korra said, taking his hand. "Let's go back. I have some bending to restore."
Full Circle
Back at the village, Korra used the energybending technique Aang had shown her. Lin was her first subject—the metalbending chief who had sacrificed so much.
Korra's eyes glowed as she entered the Avatar State, her thumbs emanating light as she used energybending. When she finished, Lin climbed to her feet and immediately lifted several large rocks into the air simultaneously.
"Thank you," Lin said, bowing.
"I am so proud of you, Avatar Korra," Tenzin said, his voice thick with emotion.
As the camera pulled back to show an aerial view of the village, the assembled group—Team Avatar, the Time Patrollers, the Saiyans, and Korra's family—all celebrated together.
But Tohra and Korra stood slightly apart, hands intertwined, pendant glowing softly between them.
"We did it," Korra said quietly. "We saved Republic City."
"You did it," Tohra corrected. "I just made sure you survived long enough to."
"No," Korra said firmly. "We did it together. And that's how we'll face everything else that comes our way. Together."
"Always together," Tohra agreed.
Above them, unseen by the celebrating group, Winter watched from a nearby building. Scarlett appeared beside her.
"You okay?" Scarlett asked.
"I will be," Winter replied. "They deserve their happiness. And I deserve to find mine, in time."
"In time," Scarlett agreed. "But for now, we celebrate. We won."
"For now," Winter said, her divine senses picking up something troubling in the cosmic currents. "But I have a feeling this was just the beginning. Cooler retreated without engaging. Zamigra is still watching. The real challenges are still ahead."
"Then we'll face them when they come," Scarlett said. "Together. That's what family does."
Winter smiled, genuine despite her personal pain. "Together," she agreed.
The celebration continued as the sun set over the Southern Water Tribe, marking the end of one chapter and the beginning of another—for the Avatar, for her allies, and for the cosmic forces that had yet to reveal their full plans.
The Spirit of Competition - Part XI: Clash of Titans
The Revelation
The celebration in the Southern Water Tribe village was in full swing when the temperature suddenly dropped—not from the natural cold of the polar region, but from something far more unnatural. The air itself seemed to freeze, and every person with spiritual sensitivity suddenly felt an overwhelming presence descending upon them.
"Everyone down!" Winter shouted, her Kai heritage screaming warnings.
A massive energy signature materialized above the village, and a figure descended from the sky with calculated grace. Purple and white skin gleamed in the polar sunlight, and cold, intelligent eyes surveyed the gathered crowd with barely concealed contempt.
"How touching," Cooler said, his voice carrying across the sudden silence. "A celebration of mortal triumph. How... quaint."
Tohra's emerald aura exploded around him instantly, his body moving between Korra and the descending threat before conscious thought could catch up. His eyes had already shifted to that yellow-green that marked his Wrathful state, and his power was rising rapidly.
"You," Tohra said, his voice carrying harmonics of barely controlled rage. "You were behind Amon's power. You helped him hurt her."
"Behind?" Cooler laughed, a cold sound that made several bystanders flinch. "I merely provided certain... enhancements to his bloodbending abilities. Made them more effective against spiritual connections. I wanted to see if the Avatar could recover from having her bending severed."
"You used our city as a testing ground," Korra said, stepping up beside Tohra despite his protective stance. "All those people who lost their bending, the war, the chaos—it was all part of your experiment?"
"Not mine alone," Cooler admitted with casual cruelty. "But I did ensure that Amon's technique would be particularly... thorough. The fact that you recovered so quickly is actually quite disappointing. I had hoped to observe a longer period of spiritual anguish."
Tohra's power surged higher, emerald energy crackling with increasing violence. "You deliberately hurt her. You made her suffer. You took away what makes her who she is, even temporarily."
"And you're angry about it," Cooler observed with interest. "Good. I was wondering what it would take to push the Legendary Super Saiyan to his limits. Threatening your loved ones seems to be the key."
"Everyone back," Tohra said, his voice barely human now. "Get as far away from here as possible. Now."
"Tohra—" Korra began.
"Now!" The force of his voice, combined with the overwhelming pressure of his rising ki, made even the bravest fighters take involuntary steps backward.
Tenzin immediately began organizing the evacuation. "Everyone to the buildings! Get the children inside!"
"Actually," a new voice called out, and Zero descended from above with a casual grin, "I think you'll want to watch this from a safe distance. It's not every day you get to see a Legendary Super Saiyan fight an Arcosian tyrant."
"Zero?!" Tarro exclaimed. "I thought you were—"
"Playing both sides?" Zero finished. "Yeah, that was the act. Sorry, cousin," he nodded to Cooler, "but I've been with the Time Patrol all along. My job was to make you think I was a wild card so you'd reveal yourself when you thought you had the advantage."
Cooler's expression darkened. "Betrayed by family. How... predictable."
"Not betrayal," Zero corrected. "Just good intelligence work. Now, everyone who values their lives—get to a minimum safe distance of about five miles. This is going to get messy."
The Evacuation
The Time Patrollers immediately took charge of evacuation efforts. Tarro and Daikon used their flight abilities to carry groups of people to safety, while Scarlett and Aiko coordinated the ground evacuation.
"Winter, Eleryc, Jinjer—we need a barrier," Scarlett ordered. "Something to protect the village from the energy overflow."
"On it," Winter replied, her silver hair beginning to glow with divine energy. The three of them took positions in a triangle around the village, their combined power creating a shimmering energy barrier.
Korra tried to stay, but Tohra turned to her, his transformed face showing both love and desperation.
"Please," he said, his voice strained with the effort of controlling his power. "I need to know you're safe. I need to know he can't hurt you again. Please, Korra."
The pendant at her throat pulsed with warmth, and Korra felt the depth of his fear and fury through their connection. She wanted to argue, wanted to fight beside him, but she also understood—this battle was beyond even the Avatar's power.
"Don't you dare die on me," she said fiercely, touching his face despite the heat radiating from his aura. "You promised me we'd face everything together. That means you have to survive this."
"I will," Tohra promised. "For you. Always for you."
Mako gently pulled Korra away as Tohra's power continued to rise. "Come on, Korra. Let him do what he needs to do."
From their safe distance—a ridge about six miles from the village—the evacuated population watched as two cosmic-level powers prepared to clash. Asami had brought binoculars from the airship, and they were being passed around frantically.
"I've seen Tohra's power before," Bolin said nervously. "At the arena, when he saved us from the Equalists. But this... this feels different."
"Because he's angry," Aiko explained, her wolf senses picking up the nuances of Tohra's energy signature. "Before, he was protecting. Now, he's ready to destroy."
The Battle Begins
Cooler flexed his fingers, energy crackling around his form. "I've been looking forward to this, Legendary. Your kind killed my father, humiliated my family. I've spent years preparing for the day I could eliminate the last of your bloodline."
"Then you should have stayed away from Earth," Tohra replied, his Wrathful form stabilizing as his power reached its initial plateau. "You should have never touched Korra. Now I'm going to show you why Saiyans are feared across the universe."
"Bold words from someone who's never fought an Arcosian in their true form," Cooler said, and his body began to transform.
Metal plates materialized across his form, covering him in gleaming armor-like plating. His power signature multiplied exponentially, and the ground beneath his feet cracked and cratered from the sheer pressure.
"This is my fifth form," Cooler explained casually. "The form my brother Frieza never achieved. I've been holding back, you see. Studying you, learning your patterns. But now..."
He vanished.
Tohra barely had time to cross his arms in defense before Cooler's punch sent him flying backward through the air, crashing through several ice formations before he caught himself.
"Fast," Tohra acknowledged, spitting blood. "But not fast enough."
He powered up further, his emerald aura exploding outward with such force that it shattered the ice around him into fine powder. When he moved, it was with speed that made Cooler's attack look slow in comparison.
The two titans collided in midair, and the shockwave from their clash shattered every piece of glass in the village below. Even with Winter's barrier protecting the structures, the sheer force of their battle was overwhelming.
Witness to Apocalypse
"Spirits save us," Katara whispered, her water tribe heritage giving her some ability to sense the magnitude of what they were witnessing. "That kind of power... it shouldn't be possible."
"It's not bending," Korra said, watching through the binoculars as Tohra and Cooler exchanged blows faster than the eye could follow. "It's something else entirely. Pure life energy, manipulated and focused through will alone."
Each impact sent shockwaves rippling across the landscape. When Tohra landed a solid hit, a nearby mountain trembled. When Cooler's ki blasts hit the ground, they left craters fifty feet wide.
"How are they not destroying everything?" Bolin asked in awe.
"They're controlling it," Tenzin observed, his spiritual training allowing him to perceive things others couldn't. "Every bit of their power that would cause collateral damage, they're consciously redirecting. They're fighting at a cosmic level while trying not to destroy the planet they're fighting on."
"Trying being the key word," Lin added grimly as another shockwave made the ground beneath them tremble.
Mako watched with a mixture of fear and understanding. "This is what Korra has been dealing with. The man she loves is powerful enough to destroy worlds, and she has to trust that love will keep that power focused."
Asami, standing beside him, took his hand. "She does trust it. Look at her face."
Korra's expression wasn't fearful—it was determined, her Avatar senses fully extended to monitor Tohra's spiritual signature. "He's not losing control," she said. "He's angry, yes, but it's focused. Everything he does is precise, calculated. He's fighting to protect, not to destroy."
The Escalation
Cooler fired a massive energy blast that Tohra caught with both hands, the beam pushing him backward through the air as his feet dug trenches through the ice. With a roar of effort, Tohra redirected the blast upward into the sky where it exploded harmlessly.
"Impressive," Cooler acknowledged. "But you're still holding back. You haven't accessed your Legendary form. Are you afraid of what might happen if you lose control?"
"I'm not afraid of my power," Tohra replied, emerald energy gathering around his hands. "I'm afraid of what it might do to people I care about if I'm not careful. But you? You're far enough from the village now. I can stop holding back."
His aura exploded outward, and his transformation began. Muscles swelled, hair grew longer and wilder, and his power signature increased exponentially. But unlike previous Legendary Super Saiyans, whose transformations were accompanied by mindless rage, Tohra's eyes remained clear and focused.
"This is the Legendary Super Saiyan," he said, his voice deeper but still controlled. "And this is why you should have stayed away from my world."
The speed of their battle increased beyond what most observers could track. They became blurs of emerald and purple light, colliding and separating faster than thought.
"I can't even see them anymore," Bolin said, straining his eyes.
"I can," Winter said quietly, her Kai heritage allowing her to perceive faster than normal senses. "And it's... beautiful. Terrifying, but beautiful."
Through her enhanced perception, she could see the full scope of the battle. Tohra's legendary power growing stronger with each exchange, feeding on his determination to protect rather than his rage. Cooler's calculated strikes and energy manipulation, honed through years of training and combat.
"Who's winning?" someone in the crowd asked.
"No one yet," Tarro replied. "They're too evenly matched. Tohra's power keeps growing, but Cooler's experience and technique keep him competitive."
The Tide Turns
Cooler unleashed a massive energy wave called the Supernova Cooler, a purple sphere of destructive energy large enough to engulf the entire village if it hit ground level. Tohra met it head-on with his own technique—the Eraser Cannon, a focused beam of emerald ki.
The two attacks collided in midair, creating a stalemate that lit up the polar sky like a second sun. Energy crackled and sparked as each fighter poured more power into their technique.
"He's going to lose!" Korra gasped, feeling through their bond that Tohra was reaching his limits.
But then something unexpected happened. The pendant around Korra's neck began to glow brilliantly, and she felt energy flowing from her to Tohra through their spiritual connection. Her Avatar power, her chi, her very life force was amplifying his own.
Tohra's eyes widened as he felt the surge of energy. "Korra?"
"Together," Korra whispered from miles away, her eyes glowing with Avatar State energy. "We face everything together, remember?"
The Eraser Cannon suddenly blazed brighter, infused with spiritual energy that transcended normal ki. The beam pushed through Cooler's Supernova, overwhelming it and slamming into the Arcosian with devastating force.
Cooler screamed as the combined power of the Legendary Super Saiyan and the Avatar tore through his defenses. His metallic fifth form shattered, and he was sent crashing into the frozen wasteland with enough force to create a crater visible from space.
The Aftermath
Tohra descended slowly, his Legendary form receding as his power normalized. By the time he reached the crater where Cooler lay, he was back in his base form, though his body was covered in cuts and bruises.
Cooler was still alive, but barely. His metallic armor was shattered, and one of his arms was clearly broken.
"Finish it," Cooler gasped. "That's what your kind does, isn't it? Eliminates threats."
Tohra stood over him, emerald energy still flickering around his fists. Every instinct screamed at him to end this, to eliminate the threat to Korra, to his family, to Earth.
But then he felt Korra's presence through their bond. Felt her trust, her love, her belief that he was better than blind vengeance.
"No," Tohra said finally. "You don't get to die a warrior's death. You get to live with the knowledge that you were defeated by the very power you sought to eliminate. And you get to leave this world and never return."
He reached down and placed his hand on Cooler's chest, using precise ki control to seal most of the Arcosian's power. "Consider this mercy—something you never showed anyone. If you return to Earth, if you ever threaten anyone I love again, I won't hold back next time."
Cooler's ship, which had been hiding on the dark side of the moon, descended to retrieve its master. As it lifted off with the defeated tyrant aboard, Tohra watched until it disappeared into the stars.
Only then did he allow himself to collapse to his knees, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
Reunion
Korra was the first to reach him, having ridden Naga at full speed the moment she felt the battle was over. She threw herself at Tohra, not caring about his injuries or the lingering energy still crackling around him.
"You did it," she said, tears streaming down her face. "You protected everyone. You protected me."
"We did it," Tohra corrected, holding her as tightly as his exhausted body would allow. "I felt your power joining with mine. Without you, without that connection..." He shuddered. "I might have lost."
"But you didn't," Korra said fiercely. "We didn't. Together, remember?"
"Always together," Tohra agreed.
The others arrived moments later—Team Avatar, the Time Patrollers, the bystanders who had witnessed something they would tell their grandchildren about someday.
"That was the most amazing and terrifying thing I've ever seen," Bolin said, summing up what everyone was thinking. "And I once fought a giant mecha tank!"
"Is he really gone?" Lin asked practically.
"For now," Zero confirmed. "My cousin won't risk returning to Earth after a beating like that. His pride won't allow it. He'll retreat to rebuild his forces, and by the time he's ready to try again, we'll be much stronger."
"You're staying then?" Korra asked.
Tarro's expression grew more somber. "We don't have a choice. Our original timeline... it was destroyed by Zamigra. We can't go back even if we wanted to. This Earth, this timeline—it's our home now."
"The cosmic entity you mentioned before," Tenzin said quietly. "The one testing humanity's worth."
"The same," Daikon confirmed. "We'll have to deal with Zamigra eventually. But that's a threat for another day. For now, Cooler is defeated, and this world is safe."
"What about Winter, Eleryc, and Jinjer?" Korra looked at the Saiyans who had become her friends, her family even.
Winter smiled, though there was sadness in her eyes. "We're not Time Patrollers. We're Tohra's family. Where he goes, we go. If he wants to stay on Earth..."
"I do," Tohra said immediately, looking at Korra. "If you'll have me. If this world will accept someone like me."
"Are you kidding?" Bolin exclaimed. "You just saved the entire planet! You're a hero!"
"He's right," Tenzin said, approaching with his family. "You and your family are welcome here, Tohra. Republic City—this entire world—owes you a debt we can never repay."
"I don't want payment," Tohra said. "I just want to build a life here. With Korra. With all of you."
Korra kissed him then, not caring about their audience, pouring everything she felt into that moment—gratitude, love, relief, and the absolute certainty that whatever came next, they would face it together.
When they finally pulled apart, Meelo's voice cut through the moment: "Ew, they're kissing again!"
Laughter rippled through the crowd, breaking the tension that had held them all since Cooler's arrival.
"So," Asami said, looking at the massive crater and destroyed ice formations that marked the battlefield, "anyone have any ideas about how we explain this to the White Lotus?"
"Tell them the truth," Katara said with a smile. "That the Avatar and her cosmic warrior boyfriend saved the world from an alien tyrant. It's no stranger than half the things we dealt with during Avatar Aang's time."
"Fair point," Tenzin agreed.
As the group began the trek back to the village, with Tohra leaning on Korra for support despite his protests that he was fine, Winter hung back with Scarlett and Aiko.
"You okay?" Scarlett asked gently.
"I will be," Winter replied, watching Tohra and Korra walk together. "Seeing them fight together like that, their powers harmonizing... it's what was meant to be. I can see that now."
"And you'll find your own 'meant to be' someday," Aiko assured her. "Someone who deserves someone as amazing as you."
"Maybe," Winter said. "But for now, I'm content being part of this family. This weird, complicated, cosmic-powered family."
"Weird, complicated, and cosmic-powered," Scarlett repeated with a grin. "That should be our motto."
As the sun set over the Southern Water Tribe, casting long shadows across the battle-scarred landscape, the people of Earth could rest easy knowing that their Avatar had found not just a partner, but a protector whose power matched his love.
And somewhere in the vastness of space, a defeated tyrant nursed his wounds and plotted revenge that would never come to fruition.
The age of Amon was over. The cosmic threats were defeated. And for the first time since arriving in Republic City, Korra could truly look toward the future with hope rather than fear.
Because whatever challenges tomorrow brought, she wouldn't face them alone. She had her friends, her family, her bending fully restored, and the love of a Legendary Super Saiyan who had proven that even the most destructive power could be tempered by genuine affection.
It was enough. More than enough.
It was everything.
To be continued in Chapter 14: Rebel Spirits