[ Distance isn't what Hei wants. All his best attacks -- from the mildest to the most lethal -- are delivered at close range. When Korra breaks free, he rolls to one side, his stance drawn tight an inward in an automatic resistance to pain blossoming through his body. Not the worst he's suffered, not by a long shot. But certainly enough to slow him by a millisecond. ]
[ But before he can cut the gap between them with a snagged cable or an old-fashioned crashtackle, the earth shoots up in a craggy cage, trapping him in. What the hell -- ? Red-stained sweat on Hei's brow and neck makes strands of black hair cling to his mask. But aside from the carefully-controlled, staccato rise and fall of his chest, he is perfectly still. ]
[ One quick sweep reveals the stones are too dense to kick through. Better to conserve his energy. Bide his time until she's closer. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ But before he can cut the gap between them with a snagged cable or an old-fashioned crashtackle, the earth shoots up in a craggy cage, trapping him in. What the hell -- ? Red-stained sweat on Hei's brow and neck makes strands of black hair cling to his mask. But aside from the carefully-controlled, staccato rise and fall of his chest, he is perfectly still. ]
[ One quick sweep reveals the stones are too dense to kick through. Better to conserve his energy. Bide his time until she's closer. ]