Two Years LaterThe rain fell from the sky in sheets, and the small boy huddled in his coat as he sped down the road as fast as he could. The back of his tattered coat was pulled up over his head, and his red scarf fluttered in the gales that whistled around him. His black hair, sopping wet, fell into his eyes. They were amber, and wide with fear. He clutched the parcel to his chest as if he'd lose it if he let even an inch come between them. It wasn't as efficient for running, but he'd keep it safe and dry.
He'd already had too many close calls with the Triple Threat Triad to risk losing it; they knew who he was. He was the ten-year-old urchin who was constantly pickpocketing them. Tonight, they'd nearly seen him as he crouched under the overhang in front of their headquarters, nearly noticed when a few things were missing from a table. A glove, two dumplings, a knife. It was all he'd been able to manage.
He wished he were bigger, he wished his parents hadn't died, he wished he wished He
Challenge 2: Brothers
"And the Avatar's out of the round! Can the bending brothers hold their ground against The Buzzard Wasps?"
Mako and Bolin were already in Zone 2. Mako fired, sending one of the opponents back into Zone 3. He looked at Bolin through his peripheral and regretted it immediately.
Bolin wasn't looking good at all. Mako had just noticed the purple circles under his eyes, and he was already out of breath, dodging more than what he was firing. Mako turned and kept firing, trying to make up for Bolin and keep him on the platform. He focused on the firebender, who seemed to enjoy trying to knock Bolin off. He maneuvered around Bolin and sent three shots toward the firebender, who was only hit by one of them. He wasn't paying any attention to Bolin, and didn't notice his absence until he had knocked the firebender into the water.
"Bolin?" A disc collided with Mako's ribs and threw him into Zone 3. "Dammit."
He dodged the earthbender, the only Buzzard Wasp left. In a minute