[Vyng raises both hands in front of himself, trying to mimic the movements still seared into his mind's eye. His form is a pretty close approximation to Mako's, but that's as far as the imitation goes. He doesn't dare call on any elements.]
There's a lot of physicality to bending. [To emphasize his point, Vyng crouches down and stretches one hand out in a deliberate, graceful motion.] Compared to what I do, I mean.
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[Vyng raises both hands in front of himself, trying to mimic the movements still seared into his mind's eye. His form is a pretty close approximation to Mako's, but that's as far as the imitation goes. He doesn't dare call on any elements.]
There's a lot of physicality to bending. [To emphasize his point, Vyng crouches down and stretches one hand out in a deliberate, graceful motion.] Compared to what I do, I mean.