[ But the pandemonium in the bar has reached defcon-levels. Some rational aspect of Hei can't help but wonder at the belligerence fizzling in the air. (Why is everyone so angry? And god, he hates when they use chairs and tables -- it's so Hollywood.) As he strafes carefully through the debris, shoes crunching on broken glass, he catches sight of Korra, whaling on some mulleted man -- who should get beat up for that hairdo alone. All her attention is on her victim. Which is fine. Right now, something has everyone's attention. ]
[ A wide-eyed boy, slipping on the wet floor as he tries to scramble away from Korra, bumps into Hei. He takes one look at the expression on Hei's face -- then bolts in the other direction. Straight out the bar's swinging doors. Hei, meanwhile, focuses on Korra. In his mind, a raft of vicious scenarios sails by -- different forms of payback, punishment, penance. In other circumstances he'd be disquieted by their cold specificity, and by the rage seething under his skin. ]
[ Instead, slipping his hands into his coat, he stands off to side. And watches the chaos all around him. ]
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[ But the pandemonium in the bar has reached defcon-levels. Some rational aspect of Hei can't help but wonder at the belligerence fizzling in the air. (Why is everyone so angry? And god, he hates when they use chairs and tables -- it's so Hollywood.) As he strafes carefully through the debris, shoes crunching on broken glass, he catches sight of Korra, whaling on some mulleted man -- who should get beat up for that hairdo alone. All her attention is on her victim. Which is fine. Right now, something has everyone's attention. ]
[ A wide-eyed boy, slipping on the wet floor as he tries to scramble away from Korra, bumps into Hei. He takes one look at the expression on Hei's face -- then bolts in the other direction. Straight out the bar's swinging doors. Hei, meanwhile, focuses on Korra. In his mind, a raft of vicious scenarios sails by -- different forms of payback, punishment, penance. In other circumstances he'd be disquieted by their cold specificity, and by the rage seething under his skin. ]
[ Instead, slipping his hands into his coat, he stands off to side. And watches the chaos all around him. ]