Kuroda nodded at Nia. If that was she wanted him to do that's what he was going to do, it would just be hard. He exited after Nia and looked around trying to find an inn to stay and after a while he found one and started walking there pulling Nia softly along with him. When he got to the front of the inn he entered and went straight to the main desk and said "I would like to rent one room, please."


The lady looked at the pair and said "we only have one room left and it only has one bed, will you be okay with that?"

Kuroda looked at Nia for a short while, before turning back to the women saying "yes that will be fine."

"That will be four gold pieces then," the lady said.

Kuroda dropped the money unto the counter as he was handed a room key. He looked back to NIa and said "come on, let's go to the room now, it's been a long day so I'm sure you need your rest."

((I’m guessing the guy punched with his left))

The kick quickly cut through the air and Zuko reacted accordingly. His usually tactic would have been to turn in a circle and go back, but with that he would have usually followed it up with some fire and here he couldn’t do anything like that; he could be discovered. So instead Zuko stood his ground, both feet firmly rooted and as the kick headed his way Zuko moved his left arm into its way; then he quickly configured it so that it wouldn’t hurt as much as it ordinarily would have. Then as the punch headed his way Zuko had a plan for this.

As the punch got closer Zuko lifted off and turned to the side, letting the punch zoom past him, but he couldn’t let the man pull back his arm; so instead Zuko lifted his right arm and used it to push aside the man’s own arm. And then, taking a page form Azula, moved his whole arm and body, so that his elbow was now on the man’s arm. As this finished Zuko quickly bent his elbow and then used his right hand to grab onto the man’s arm.

Zuko had it and he knew it; he then quickly pulled the man to him and lifted his left arm. Zuko’s speed was impressive because he did this all in about three seconds (the arm part that is). Using his left hand Zuko clenched a fist and quickly delivered a powerful punch at his accuser.

At long last Iroh pushed off the covers that covered him and got up and off of his comfy bed. Even though he was now up he still didn’t feel that he should be out, his throat had this peculiar itch to it and he felt a bit dry in the mouth. After a few seconds of nothing Iroh began to make an opening and closing motion with his mouth all the while trying to get his body to produce more saliva to dry and satisfy his dried out mouth. Yet it didn’t work and the old man went across the room to the pitcher of water and slowly poured himself a glass, to drink.

The clear liquid quickly configured itself and became it shaped itself to the shape of the cup. Iroh old and wrinkled hand then wrapped itself around the glass and he quickly lifted it up to his face and he drank it all. “Ah,” Iroh said feeling the water running down his throat and into his stomach. “Nothing like a glass to make me all better,” Iroh stated as he walked over to the closet and pulled out his clothing, Iroh then took off his own and began to dress himself, very slowly. He didn’t have anything to do that day so why rush things?

The man was way out of his league, and he knew it. Of course, he wasn't going to admit that. This stranger... this firebender... he had to be defeated! Then he and his woman would be arrested and killed. Just like they deserved. As he was attacked, the man tried his hardest to get back, and get out of his way so he could attack. He was good, fast and strong. Of course, he didn't have time to react. Before he knew it, the man had grabbed him, and punched him. He wrenched himself from the other man's grasp. "You bastard..." He said. He was angry, embarressed, and mad. He ran at him, and attempted to punch him again.

The man was a fool. He didn't stand a chance against Zuko. Zuko was far out of this moron's league. A smile full of pride for her fiancee spread across her face. Yes, Karena was aware that she was a very odd woman, as her mother had constantly reminder when she younger. But, here she was, with the love of her life, who was not only defending himself and his honor, but her and her honor as well, especially since she was unable to defend herself, due to giving birth.

At the moment, the tall firebender wasn't sure she cared. Zuko would defend her until his dying breath, she kenw that. Yes, he was overprotective of her, and as much as that annoyed her sometimes, it was also very flattering. Obviously, he cared about her, she only hoped it was in that way that she cared about him, that she loved him, and that it was more that just the fact that she was the mother of his child... She hoped he did, she hoped with all her heart that he did, after all they'd been through together. He had to, because she would never love anyone else, and they were stuck with each other, no matter what...

Obviously one clean hit wouldn’t be enough to knock someone out, but Zuko had hoped it was, because the longer this match went on the slimmer his chances of not firebending became. This was of course something he didn’t want to happen if it could be done Zuko had hoped to knock this guy out in less than five minutes, but this guy’s determination would most likely impede on that wish.

He’s slow… Zuko quickly thought as he took a couple of steps back after letting go of the man, this shouldn’t be a problem to him. As his opponent charged at him Zuko quickly weighed his options. He didn’t really think much in each one he sort of skimmed through them in his mind and the last one he though about was the one he did.

As the man approached, Zuko braced himself, he loosened his stance and as the punch went for him he went toward it. Zuko performed a short duck and sidestepped to his right, and then his right foot extended out and paused behind the man’s left foot. As the punch zoomed past him, Zuko got up and in one clean sweep pulled his right foot back in order to trip the man and at the same time he moved his right arm so that it would push on the man’s forehead and thus knock him out. The more he failed to strike the better his chances were at not firebending.