|"No matter where they take me, Death I will survive."|
"Not if I’m the one to bring it."
"It’s all good to me- I’ve been against worse then a bunch of brain washed men and a teenage girl with a temper." He stated before shifting his other foot back readying to defend.
"Make the move- ‘princess.’"
"Oh believe me, I will." She dropped through a hole that opened beneath her feet, reappearing on a make-shift pedestal behind the soldiers. "Though, my men don’t need brain-wasing to be loyal."
"Fear is not loyalty." He proclaimed before moving his finger forward just slightly, within seconds a fury of arrows was launching towards the men however these arrows where not normal. They where Maradus arrows a sergeant within the guild, a marksman known for his stealth and ability to hit a target from quite some distance. The arrow heads where infused with of course dragons blood particular Voltur’s and a few select dragons within the guild. If they struck the fire nation soldiers there fire bending would be cut off for a some time- a test which Voltur did a few years ago.
Voltur looked to the agents before a stout looking man emerged from the earth, his face clouded with a long braided beard only wearing a heat plate and some metal greaves. “Oxten Show these agents how it is done.”
Oxten quickly shoved his foot forward into the ground, sending a ripple of earth to the agents. However his foot went inside the earth; the ground swallowing his foot.. A technique he made so he could control the nearby dirty with only moving small potions of his leg apposed to whole body movements.