[ It's kind of silly, but an appreciative audience has always done wonders for Mako: he's good under pressure, sharper, more honed, and it's been a while since he had anyone chanting his name, even if it's just one person, and a friend.
He grins wider, pleased, a little flushed with it, and shifts back into a familiar bending stance.
Clear everything else away, Zolt had said, his voice like stone. Use your head, Mako. He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes, his feet wide and grounded like an earthbender. One hand, with the stone clutched in it, is tight by his side, and the other is pointed out with two fingers extended.
Slowly, slowly, he moves, pulling electricity from nothing in great arcing loops. It looks like a dance, or waterbending, or it would except for the purple electricity crackling between his fingertips, building up in charge. The air around them is charged, too, enough to stand hair on end. ]
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He grins wider, pleased, a little flushed with it, and shifts back into a familiar bending stance.
Clear everything else away, Zolt had said, his voice like stone. Use your head, Mako. He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes, his feet wide and grounded like an earthbender. One hand, with the stone clutched in it, is tight by his side, and the other is pointed out with two fingers extended.
Slowly, slowly, he moves, pulling electricity from nothing in great arcing loops. It looks like a dance, or waterbending, or it would except for the purple electricity crackling between his fingertips, building up in charge. The air around them is charged, too, enough to stand hair on end. ]