My first Korra fic is born! *stoked* *nervous*
Pairing: Amorra MUAHAHA. Probably Makorra, too.
Summary: He seeks victory in the ruins of the revolution, and Korra will fight him with all her strength. But some types of power cannot be fought with strength alone. Some types of power destroy you from the inside out. Some types of power swallow you whole.
Genre: Thriller, but FFnet doesn’t have thriller. (What the hell?) Also, romance.
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Preview:
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There’s something in his voice that draws the world in like the tide to the shore.
She’s grown used to it, having snuck into his rallies so many times. Having listened to so many of his psychotic speeches. And now, on his day of reckoning, while she and a team of earthbenders encase him in rock … even now, she almost expects him to croon something so persuasive, so magnetic, that all will stop. Stare. Listen.
But today, he stays silent.
The eyes in that mask fix on hers, even as she raises her hand to strike the stunning blow. And she strains her ears for a split second, as if hoping for a snatch of that voice to even try and dissuade her.
But Korra doesn’t hesitate long when she wants to hit something. And Spirits, this bastard has had it coming for a long time.
She doesn’t even bother with bending. Her knuckles slam into his head.
“How’s that for equal?” she says through gritted teeth.
He sinks, a stone amidst stones. He slumps, raising dust against dust.