[ Practice doesn't make perfect; it just makes it ingrained. Or rather, it makes everything permanent. Under duress, under adrenaline, under agony -- Hei is programmed to carry his full freight. To flip the script on any attacker. ]
[ The earth rumbles and cracks beneath his feet. For a split-second, he's almost unbalanced, his arms flapping. In the next, without acknowledging the sharp throb of bruises and cuts, he's launched himself into motion. A ballet dancer's comparison isn't entirely inaccurate, in the way he propels his body into a mix between a backward salto and a three-row aerial cartwheel -- and ends up landing neatly on the closed lid of a Dumpster, his feet pointed like he's completed a pirouette. ]
[ But despite the graceful move, there's nothing showy about it. Just unnervingly precise. In this weary state, he's conserving what little energy he has. ]
Knock it off, Korra. [ Cold and cautionary. He doesn't want to fight her. But he will if he has to. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ The earth rumbles and cracks beneath his feet. For a split-second, he's almost unbalanced, his arms flapping. In the next, without acknowledging the sharp throb of bruises and cuts, he's launched himself into motion. A ballet dancer's comparison isn't entirely inaccurate, in the way he propels his body into a mix between a backward salto and a three-row aerial cartwheel -- and ends up landing neatly on the closed lid of a Dumpster, his feet pointed like he's completed a pirouette. ]
[ But despite the graceful move, there's nothing showy about it. Just unnervingly precise. In this weary state, he's conserving what little energy he has. ]
Knock it off, Korra. [ Cold and cautionary. He doesn't want to fight her. But he will if he has to. ]