I smiled as the Fire Nation ship sailed by.
"Fresh meat." I muttered to myself.
I was never fond of the Fire Nation. The Water Tribe, the Earth Kingdom, and the Air Nomads--I assume they're nice--are fine by me. But the Fire Nation are brutal, heartless, and cruel.
I stalked the ship silently. "Something tells me a lot of funerals are going to happen." I said to myself. "Possibly for some Fire Nation soldiers."
I brought some ice to the top of the water, and jumped from glacier to glacier swiftly. I made sure my staff was still on my belt.
"Go time."
I jumped onto the ship.

No one was on deck, surprisingly. It was bare and empty.
*Strange* I thought.
I saw a doorway, obviously leading to people. Quietly, I went through.
I heard laughter of soldiers in the distance. Maybe about twelve feet away. Slowly, I tip-toed to them, blowing the hair out of my face.
"Oh, that's funny!" A voice said.
"It wasn't meant to be." Some one else said, seriously.
I leaned at the corner of the room, and peeked through. An old man, and a teenager. That was it?!
The old man was...roundish, you could say. Looked relazed.
*He should be easier to take out when the other guy is gone* I thought.
The other one looked a lot stronger than the old man. They had a scar on their face to prove it. I almost laughed.
*I shall call him Scar Face* I thought to myself.

The two were having a conversation about something. Something about a kid of some sort. While the old man showed not much emotion about it, Scar Face seemed like it was the bane of his existence.
I took out my staff.
The two weren't looking in my direction, so blending into the wall was easy.
I charged at the men.

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