Discord: And Azula, the Princess of the Fire Nation...
Edge: We've looked at all the evidence, we've weighed in all the arguments, and now, the moment has come to end the debating once and for all.
Discord and Deadpool: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Capital Palace, The Fire Nation
Ah, the sweet sound of bones snapping... To those of weak character and will, the sound would have likely horrified and disturbed them... To the Spider, however, it was sweet music to her ear. A Royal Guard fell down with a clatter, his arm twisted and bent at an irregular angle, desperately attempting to summon a scream... only to be struck silent and dumb by the sudden shock of the pain. Slowly, his assailant crouched down to his level... and licked her lips hungrily, exhaling a deep sigh and a low, husky chuckle
"Come on... you're not done already, are you...?"
The guard gritted his teeth, as he glared up, doing his best to try and stay strong, as his attacker slowly pulled his mask away. The soft, seductive whisper she spoke with... The cold, icy chill of her hand brushing against his cheek... Most men would have melted under her touch. He only felt himself freeze with dread, as he stared up; his inner fires being enveloped, and extinguished, almost effortlessly by this woman... just through her presence alone, as she leaned down towards him.
Her skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and her slender, curved body well-toned and strong-built, implying that she was - in fact - a true fighter. She was clad in little more than a dudou (a form of Chinese underwear) on her chest, supported by eight straps that met on her back, with a pair of baggy, off-white trousers and purple tights. Her fingernails were painted pink, like the cherry blossoms of springtime trees in the Earth Kingdom, and - strapped around her feet - she had wraps, no doubt intended to protect her feet when using her fighting style. The guard admitted to himself that she could easily be seen as beautiful by most men... were it not for her more sinister-no, demonic traits. Her dark hair was styled like horns, and her eyes... Those sharp, soul-piercing eyes...
They glowed an ominous purple. And their gaze seemed to suck the life right out of him, as he looked up. As if he was staring into the eyes of Death itself...
His thought track was cut off when she violently stomped on his hand. The sound of his fingers cracking sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but scream. LOUDLY. "Do you REALLY need to scream so loudly?" she grimaced, "...Ugh... like nails on a chalkboard..." Juri Han stared down at the pitiful sight of her sniveling opponent in disgust. It had been only a week ago that she'd heard the news: Shadaloo had a new nation in sight to conquer. One far across the ocean, with technology far behind that of the rest of the world... but with powers that exceeded even her wildest imaginations. The way she had heard they used ki... It fascinated her. For so long, she had wanted to fight one of these legendary "Firebenders"; hoping they would be a worthy challenge, that they could ignite the fiery passion within her soul... that their pain would bring her a level of ecstasy she had been deprived of for so long...
That their screams would make her scream with delight.
However, to her disappointment, that was not the case. The guards she had dealt with were pathetic. 'Oh well...' she thought, 'I've wasted enough time with the trash... Maybe this 'Fire Lord' is the one I'm looking for...' She chuckled at the thought, before the sound of sniveling and whimpering cut her off. "...oh, right, I forgot about you..." She slowly turned to her opponent, and grinned darkly. "You poor creature... Whining like a dog, over a few broken bones... how pathetic." She laughed slightly, before she grabbed him by the throat, hoisting him up into the air. "...Well... who am I to leave a poor animal to suffer...?"
"How ironic. I was thinking exactly the same thing about you..."
The sound of a younger female's voice, to her surprise sounding just as cruel and callous as her own, caught Juri's attention. She swiftly turned... only to see a bright blue wave of fire rocketing towards her. Swiftly, she threw the guard aside, and leaped back to avoid it; staring in wonder and intrigue as the guard screamed, being enveloped completely by the flame. A few seconds later, his screams faded away, and the smell of burned flesh was the only indicator that there was indeed a man within that firestorm. Slowly, the stream faded away, revealing a smoldering, still blazing corpse, lying on the ground...
"I'm almost impressed you managed to dodge that. Key word: almost." Upon the sound of footsteps, Juri swiftly turned, seeing another young lady advance towards her. She was much younger by comparison, a young teenager to be more precise, but her body certainly did not look such. Slender in build, she was also pale-skinned with dark hair, tied back in a bun, with bangs framing her perfectly-sculpted face. Golden eyes stared down Juri like a hawk, analyzing her posture, her stance and memorizing her evasive movements, as pink lips curled into a cruel smirk. Unlike Juri, her attire indicated she was far more ready for battle: clad in black, light armor with golden trimming over dark-red, thin robes; clearly chosen for practicality and mobility. "But I've seen far better," she concluded with a casual shrug.
Juri's left eye flashed briefly, as she stared in intrigue. This girl's ki... It blazed wildly. Despite her composed, calm appearance, her soul was a torrent of bright sapphire blue flame; an inferno that threatened to destroy all in its path. And Juri loved it. Maybe now, she'd finally get to face a Firebender like the ones of legend. A REAL fight. "...The Princess..." she concluded, remembering the files she had read. Yes... it was the only logical choice: the blue flame, the composed way she carried herself... it was the Fire Lord's own daughter. 'Maybe this will be interesting, after all... but let's see how well she copes under fire,' she thought to herself. "You're younger than I was expecting," she began, "but I should warn you: whipping schoolgirls isn't my idea of fun, sister."
Princess Azula's response to this insult was simple: an arched brow, and a small chuckle. But, to Juri, it spoke volumes... it was a challenge. This girl was not taking her seriously... or, if she was, she was doing a damn good job at hiding it. "A shame," she began, "because disciplining rebellious peasants... happens to be MY idea of fun." Suddenly, two bright blue fireballs ignited in her hands, as she entered a combat ready stance; her body coiled back like a snake's as she stood on her toes, ready to pounce and strike at any moment.
"...oh, THAT kind of girl, are you?" Juri asked, her lips curling into a dark, amused grin once more; as she entered her own combat ready stance, eyes narrowing, as her Feng Shui Device began to faintly glow. She licked her lips in excitement, as she laughed sadistically. "Maybe this will be fun after all..."
"Can't say the same about you." With that short, blunt response, Azula merely stared her down in the eye, unfazed in the slightest by Juri's words. She'd remind this upstart why the Fire Nation had managed to dominate the world for the past hundred years the hard way... and she looked forward to every second of it.
Azula was quick on her feet. With Airbender-like grace, she had soared high into air in a single bound, arcing over her opponent. Rapidly, she launched multiple projectiles in mid-air, each one bursting with incredible power. Bright, azure-blue fireballs rocketed downward towards Juri.
'Fireballs...?' Juri thought, unimpressed. 'That's how she chooses to start things off...? How disappointing.' She swiftly burst into a sprint, easily weaving her way around the flame, before her opponent swiftly changed tactics; a vibrant stream erupting down towards the S.I.N. agent. Juri threw herself into the air with a powerful jump; the fire stream exploding in a brilliant flash, obscuring sight of Azula from her... and, more importantly, obscuring sight of her from Azula.
Juri licked her lips slightly at that. 'Big mistake, Princess.'
The Fire Nation Princess landed on the ground, her feet softly pressing against the floor, as she returned - flawlessly - to her initial stance. 'Perfect, as always...' It was then, however, that she had noticed...
Juri had disappeared. As if she had teleported away.
With a piercing, hawk-like gaze, Azula scanned the area around her for any signs of her opponent. She remembered the royal halls like the back of her hand. Any place Juri could have been hiding, as she took a few cautious steps, Azula scanned them... before swiftly looked up.
She leaped out the way, as Juri descended - in an attempt to deliver a dive-bomb kick - and smashed into the ground, kicking up a small explosion of dust upon impact. Juri's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up. Azula quickly shot to action, like a bullet. Streams of blue fire illuminated the royal hallways. Juri darted and weaved her away around each stream, before she managed to close the distance...
Azula was no slouch, however. As Juri tried to strike with a sharp upward kick to the stomach, Azula danced around the blow, before delivering her own sweeping kick. Juri leapt over the strike, eyebrows shooting up in newfound interest. 'Her movements... they're identical to mine,' she thought, before a small smirk broke out, 'SO... these 'Firebenders' seem to use Taekwondo in their fighting style...? This just became ten times easier...'
"Perhaps it is time I taught you a lesson, little girl," she began, "so, please, be a dear and pay attention... I don't want you to die too early on me, after all..."
Azula had to fight back the urge to laugh. Was this woman for REAL? What kind of backwater village did she come from, to have picked up such a naive lack of knowledge towards the power and ferocity of a Firebending Master? '...Well, just when I thought this could not be any more entertaining, I was proven wrong...' However, she managed to compose herself. Instead, she turned to give Juri a look so smug, so inflated with confidence, that its intent as a challenge towards the assassin was not even subtle; smug smirk, perfectly-arched brow and arms crossed over her chest.
Then, she spoke. Delivering a declaration laced with sardonic humour so venomous, it could have poisoned an entire herd of sky-bisons.
"I'm ready for my lesson, Master."
In an instant, to her surprise, the assassin was right in front of her. Juri took the pose of a crane, before delivering a sharp strike to Azula's jaw. The Fire Nation Princess' head arched back violently as the blow connected, knocking her into the air slightly. But the Spider of S.I.N was not done yet.
'Oh no... this pampered little bitch NEEDS to be knocked back down to Earth,' Juri thought to herself.
She took a jump to the air, thrusting a dive-bomb kick straight into Azula's stomach as the Princess began to fall down; accelerating the speed of her descent, before she smashed into the tiled floor with a crash. The Princess snarled in pain, before snapping herself out of it just as swiftly... fortunately fast enough to roll out of the way, as Juri once again violently collided with the floor with a powerful axe kick. Tiles shattered under the force of Juri's blow, and a small dust cloud kicked upwards. But Juri remained unfazed... glowing violet eye piercing through the dust cloud...
Staring at Azula with its cold, piercing, luminous gaze. "What's wrong, little girl? Did Daddy never spank you when you were naughty? ...He SHOULD have... Maybe then, you'd be a little more respectful towards your elders."
With a grunt, and a coughing up of a wad of blood, the Princess pushed herself up (but not without sending a death glare towards her opponent); taking a mental note to avoid engaging in close combat against this assassin without a plan. Azula hated to admit it. But, in a close-quarters fight, her adversary would likely dominate.
She had to keep her at a distance.
And distance, Azula noted to herself with a smirk as she wiped away the trail of blood that trickled down her bottom lip, was her specialty. As Juri rushed her down again, Azula retaliated. With a swift, curved wave of her arms, two whips of bright white-blue fire shot towards Juri. The Spider's eyes narrowed, as her left eye began to faintly glow once more.
The movements, while a surprising and sudden shift, were not completely alien to Juri. But it was a style she had not fought against as much. Chaquan, after all, was usually used in armed combat; not an unarmed fist fight. The Shadaloo assassin dived and rolled out the way of the first two whips, smirking with triumph, as she shot forward towards Azula once more. "Is that honestly all you've got, Princess?" she called out...
A larger whip-like wave swept down, and struck Juri full force. Unlike her opponent, who at least wore protective armor of sorts (even if it was light), Juri's stomach had no protection from the strike. "AHH!" Juri screamed as her flesh and skin were ablaze with white-hot agony; the smell of her own burning skin wafting into her nostrils as she flew backwards. Her flight came to an abrupt, painful end when she smashed, back first, into the walls with a crash; slumping down to the ground with a soft moan. Han grunted as she began to push herself up...
"From student to teacher, I'm giving you my own grade. You fail miserably." Azula was already on the move for a second strike. "Oh well... if nothing else, I'll give you this... it was a fun lesson while it lasted."
Leaving her would-be assassin no time to recuperate, Azula shot a large wave of bright blue fire straight towards Juri. The S.I.N. assassin was swift to retaliate, however. She may not have had the durability and stamina of M. Bison, but she wasn't going down THAT easily. With a a sharp ax kick downward, a wave of dark-purple, artificially-augmented ki shot forward. The Fuhajin and the fire wave clashed in midair, both shattering into small ripples of distortion and a few flickering embers;shades of indigo, violet, azure and sapphire fusing together to create a dazzling, colourful spectrum.
But no chance was Juri going to leave her opponent with an opening. She had an opportunity to strike and, damn it all to hell, she'd be a fool not to take it. She followed her first Fuhajin up with a second; the second ki wave rocketing across the hallways.
Azula hastily leaped to the side to evade it, the wave smashing into a nearby wall and, with a burst of explosive force, tore open a sizeable hole in the wall. Just as Azula landed on her feet, Juri followed it up with a third. Third time lucky, her attack connected. Azula had little time to retaliate against the third, which connected square into her chest. While Azula was fortunate enough to be wearing light armor, it was not enough to protect her from the force. The power of the Fuhajin propelled the Fire Nation heiress into the air, and crashing down onto the ground.
"Maybe THAT is because you're such a weak student!" Juri taunted. THAT got to Azula. For a brief moment, she saw the Fire Princess' scowl deepen as she pushed herself to her feet. Juri's grin widened as she shot forward. Azula was still recovering from her last attack. THIS was the opening she was waiting for!
She charged ki up in her legs, ready to execute another strike...
Only to find that she was unable to close the distance in time. Her opponent was, once again, on the offensive. Azula's arms began to lash out forward and strike with more ferocity, akin to a dragon's claws raking through the sky. White and blue blasts of raging flame swooped down onto Juri. The Korean Taekwondo mistress' eyes narrowed, as she began to gather ki in her begs again, swiftly swiping the air and releasing another Fuhajin to counteract a stream that came dangerously close to hitting her; the two attacks once again cancelling each other out. What she did not then expect then, however, was for Azula to deliver an ax kick; releasing a azure inferno, shaped into a wave...just like her Fuhajin.
In her shock at how easily her signature technique had been replicated, Juri found herself too slow to dodge the strike. The fiery Fuhajin connected head on, exploding in a bright flashing burst... sending Juri smashing through the walls of the hallways, bulldozing through the stone walls with fierce flames still relentlessly bombarding her, until she landed - with a heavy crash - into the grand throne room, a dust cloud forming over where she made impact; the Shadaloo agent twitching with a weak groan. At that moment, it was empty; the Fire Lord preoccupied elsewhere. Juri shuddered as she pushed herself up, coughing and spluttering heavily.
"I can't believe it... that brat..." Juri growled, staggering up to her feet. The flames of her Firebending adversary had taken their toll on her physically; unlike the fireball attacks that ki users of her world had frequently utilized in combat against her, these flames were clearly intended to inflict much graver damage than to merely knock an opponent out... Her stomach had been charred and seared by the elemental barrage, and shock waves of pain ravaged her body like an earthquake. It wasn't even the good kind of pain. The pain that Juri eagerly awaited from, when facing a worthy opponent. The pain that ignited the red-hot passion within her soul...
It was a numbing pain. A pain that threatened to shut down her entire body. A deathly agony, that her lithe, slender body was not so capable of handling.
"By the way," Azula's voice rang with a cold, proud echo...
Juri's eyes narrowed as she looked up. Rocketing through the shattered wall into the throne Room entered Azula, riding a bright blue inferno to accelerate her speed, before she landed softly on the ground. Her eyes flared with malicious intent and a wonderfully sickening (from Juri's perspective) grin on her face, as she rose her hand. Flame of many shades of white and blue began to dance and flicker in the palm of her hand, before she pulled it back.
"I'm a fast learner." Azula concluded with a taunting, triumphant tone, before pushing her arm forward and releasing the charged attack, in the form of a large, powerful stream...
Only for said stream to suddenly ripple, distort and then shatter, as a MASSIVE explosion of ki erupted from Juri. For the first time since their battle had began, Azula was genuinely speechless at the sight. Hastily, she flexed her wrists and fingers, arms whirring to life, as a wall of flame illuminated the hallways, blocking the majority of the massive ki burst's force from buffeting the Princess. The throne room, however, was thrown into complete disarray. The walls cracked under the force of the pressure, the pillars threatened to give way, and the bright amber blaze that illuminated the chambers were blown away by a powerful gust...
Juri had to fight back the urge to burst out laughing. The arena was now clouded in total darkness... Never had such a golden opportunity presented itself...
She would strike from the shadows, like a true assassin. And end this... once and for all.
As Azula's fire wall was dispelled, Azula's scowl deepened. She could no longer see anything in front of her, let alone her opponent. Out of the corner of her eye, a faint violet glow caught her attention...
Before a flash of amethyst-purple rotated towards her, like a wheel, and a powerful cartwheel strike pummeled into her chest and stomach. Azula gagged and choked for a second, winded by the strike, before she was caught in a rapid series of kicks. Juri's Feng Shui Device was the only light in the chambers at this time, and its cold, deathly glow stared at Azula with hatred. "I warned you, Princess!" Juri laughed coldly, "I was going to give you the spanking you deserved!"
Just as she was about to connect the final kick, Azula managed to recover, fast enough to propel herself over it. THAT was not a mistake she planned to be making again...
Suddenly, however, she felt a presence appear behind her.
"Leaving so soon?" Juri's voice chimed. The delight and overly sugary-sweet chime to her tone sickened Azula to the core of her being...
A flurry of rapid kicks pummeled every inch of Azula, before she was sent flying backwards by a sharp sweeping blow to the chest. Like a rocket, she soared through the air; crashing onto the ground with anything but elegant grace. As she pushed herself up shakily, spewing out another mouthful of saliva and blood, remnants of it trickling down her bottom lip, she saw multiple waves of dark purple ki shooting towards her in rapid succession. That last attack had winded her... but she still had enough energy left in her to fight.
With rapid flicks of her wrists, she set to work. Blazes of cyan and white flashed in the shadows. The energy attacks rippled and distorted as they meshed together; miniature fireworks of violet-blue and fandango illuminating the throne room for a few split seconds...
In that brief second of light, Azula caught sight of her opponent, and wasted no time in preparing herself. Fire daggers flared to life around her fingertips, before she heard footsteps approach her from behind. Azula jabbed forward, a hiss of pain and the smell of burning flash indicating that her attack had made its mark. Her triumph, alas, was short-lived. A low sweeping kick struck her leg, sending the prodigal daughter of Fire Lord Ozai crashing, face-first, onto the floor once more. Azula swiftly rolled to the side, but her opponent gave chase. And, just as Azula pushed herself onto all fours...
Azula may have been wearing armor... but it was only light armor. Not enough to spare her from the full powered blow of a kick that could knock away rocket-propelled grenades. Azula soared through the air, head violently smashing against the walls of the throne room, before she slumped down onto the floor with a groan; head bowed.
Juri's smirk widened into a maniacal grin, and a high-pitched fit of sinister giggling echoed across the throne room. "What? Is that all you've got?! The prodigal Princess is all burned out?!" she taunted. Azula gave no response, however. A cold, cruel sneer broke out on her lips, as the glow of her Feng Shui Device faded away. The device's power was beginning to run low... She hated to admit it, but she had overexerted herself on the mission; she went in, and she was not expecting for this spoiled palace brat to push her as far as she had... but, there was no chance of recovery. She had her right where she wanted her. Panting slightly, she began to advance forward... She was taking no chances with this one...
What she DID NOT expect, however, was for Azula to suddenly raise her glowing-hot palms. Two blazing jet-like streams soared towards her. The sudden speed of the attack's projection caught the Spider off guard, and she had no time to react before it connected. Rather than simply burn, this time, the stream suddenly exploded vibrantly; the concussive force of the blow knocking Juri away, as embers licked and caressed her body. Juri regained her balance with a sharp gasp, skidding to a halt, as smoke rose from her form...
Before a large ring of fire spiraled around her before walls rose up. Illuminated by the cold blue light, the severity of Juri's wounds were now exposed. Her stomach was a horrific mess of burned flesh, stab wounds from the fire daggers evident at her side. Her arms were also seared, smoke rising from them, and her body was aglow with sweat. Eyes wide, she heard a familiar whoosh.. as Azula propelled herself into the air, before landing inside the ring of fire. Wiping the blood away from her lip, she bared her claws out in front of her; golden eyes glowing so hot with hatred and determination, they now seemed molten.
"...Burn out...?" Azula began with a venomous hiss... before her lips curled upwards into a dangerous grin--one that would send even a dragon, even the AVATAR quite possibly, running away in fear, "BURN OUT, you say...?" She chuckled cruelly, before entering a crouching position, like a mantis about to lunge. "...on the contrary..."
"I was just getting warmed up."
Both femme fatales began to slowly circle one another, occasionally stumbling every few steps. The lengthy duel between the two had taken its toll. This was it. One would emerge from the circle alive... the other would be consumed within the heart of the inferno. The Preying Mantis and the Spider had each other cornered... and now, they awaited the other to make the first move...
Juri wasted no time in rushing forward. She had to dominate and end the battle now. She felt just enough power in the Feng Shui Device that, if she could just last a little while longer, she could end this in seconds... The Kaisen Dankairaku. It was Juri's last shot, and she knew it. And she'd be a fool not to take it. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Azula, driving her leg up to deliver a high kick...
Azula's feet were ablaze as she ascended into the air, her high jump accelerated by a white-hot pillar. Juri jerked her foot away to avoid striking the fires, before she span on her heel, just in time to kick a fireball away. Azula landed on the other side of the ring of fire with a grunt, before Juri was on top of her once more. Azula's fist shot forward rapidly, as she weaved and hopped to avoid each of Juri's kicks. For a mistress of Taekwondo, Juri's talents in grappling were not so fearsome as her offensive prowess, and so she was reduced to ducking and weaving instead. Her leg radiated with a familiar fandango aura, as she swung to kick at Azula, who rose her arms to block...
Just as her foot connected, she released a Fuhajin, sending Azula staggering back in shock. 'Shaolin Kung Fu... Northern Style... c'mon, is that all you've got?' Juri thought to herself, before laughing as she rushed forward. However, as she went for another high kick to the jaw, Azula not only swerved her head to the side...
She suddenly grappled her. For a lithe, slender young woman, her upper body strength was nothing to sneeze at. Azula's foot was ablaze before she delivered a sharp sweeping kick to Juri. As she tripped forward, Azula released her grapple, delivering rapid, clawing like strikes, each time igniting her palms as they connected with Juri's body to augment the damage output. The assassin had faced many a martial artist before. But very few, if any, were able to switch from one style to another - as that-that palace brat had from Northern Shaolin to Southern Dragon Claw - with such ease. Juri howled and screeched as the pain of the burns finally registered.
Just as quickly as she had before, Azula's movements and striking style shifted once more; the Princess choosing instead to deliver multiple punches in rapid succession, each one alight with fire... before she delivered a great, blazing haymaker to the Shadaloo assassin's face.
Juri hit the ground with a heavy crash, breathing shakily, as she tried to pull herself together. Somehow, she managed to summon enough strength to stand once more; eyes wide and pupils shrunken in shock. Her legs quaked, threatening to give way under her weight as she took a shaky step forward. It began to sink in... There was no chance she was going to survive... The severity of her wounds were beyond medical treatment. She doubted any of her fellow agents would even discover her body, if they themselves survived THEIR tasks. She was going to die...
She was going to die... before she made him pay...
Before she could avenge them...
Bison... That monster... She couldn't conceive the thought, but the mere thought of it sickened her. That monster was going to get away with her parents' deaths...
The Princess... that smug snake, who proclaimed herself a dragon... a mere CHILD had cheated her out of her right to vengeance!
Rage flooded through Juri's being, as a dark indigo aura flared around her. No... she was not going to die... Not without killing Azula first...
'That bitch... I'll be damned... if I don't take her out WITH ME!' Juri glared daggers at Azula, before screaming loudly. "DAMN YOU!!"
But, before she could end it...
Azula threw another pale-blue, radiant sphere - that she had been charging in her hands - towards her.
Instinctively, Juri's leg cut through the air, ready to knock it away... However, the second her foot made contact with it, it exploded into a massive burst of electricity. Hundreds of thousands of volts coursed through her body, Juri's agonizing screams echoing across the palace. Azula fought back the urge to burst out laughing. In the time that it took Juri to recover from her last attack, she had been preparing her signature weapon... and she took the bait, hook, lien and sinker. As the Spider crumpled down onto the floor, Azula circled her, like a lioness that had finally cornered her prey, eyes alight with sadistic hunger... the thrill of the hunt not yet quelled.
Her fingers began to flex as she gathered electricity at her fingertips once more, before she shot a stream of lightning downward at Juri. "Aww, what's the matter?" Azula asked casually, as Juri howled, convulsed and violently shifted, the electricity ravaging her nervous system; sending it spiraling erratically out of control. "I thought you enjoyed pain..." Azula's tone rose in haughtiness and pride as she continued to overwhelm her would-be assassin's broken, barbecued body with a seemingly-endless torrent of electricity. "Or is it only good when YOU'RE in control of the situation?" she continued on, as she ceased her bombardment. "...you made a grave mistake in invading my kingdom, peasant... and an even graver one to challenge ME..."
Juri's skin was considerably toasted, new burns decorating her body, as she wheezed desperately for air. No words came out of her lips despite her attempts to speak, before she felt a violent grasp yank a sizable chunk of her hair... before smashing it into the ground. "Now, according to protocol... the penalty for attempted murder of the royal family is death..." Azula began hoisting her head up, as they looked directly into each other's eyes: Azula's glare sharp and unforgiving, making her intentions clear; and Juri's glassy and weak. "...but I doubt you'll survive your wounds... I could simply throw you in a dungeon, and either way, the results end the same... Your death will come swiftly..."
"...but... well, there's a saying among us Firebenders..." Azula's face leaned forward, until they were just centimeters apart. Azula's lips hovered above Juri's right ear, Juri's eyes weakly narrowing at the cold, apathetic smirk ever present on the Princess' face, "it's better to burn out than to fade away." Moving back slightly, she took in a deep breath...
Before, with a draconic roar, exhaling a cyan blaze point-blank into Juri's face.
Juri managed to summon the strength to scream one last time, her harrowing death screech threatening to burst even Azula's ear drums, as her body thrashed and violently shuddered... before, just as suddenly as they had started, her screams ended. Her entire face had been melted to the bone; her molten flesh liquifying under the intense heat, her eyeballs bursting, the bone being seared away... But Azula did not stop there. It took a few short seconds, but to the executioner, it was almost an eternity...
Until, finally, the ring of fire was dispelled...
And Princess Azula stood triumphantly over the remains of yet another failed assassin so overconfident that they believed they could cripple the great Fire Nation.
Deadpool: ...DAAAAAAAAYUMN! I-I know people were joking about things getting HOT, but... I didn't think it'd be... like THAT! ...can we get a replay?!
Edge and Discord: NO!!
Edge: ...moving... swiftly on... Physically, Juri dominated the strength category, with enough physical prowess to knock full-grown beefcakes flying with a single kick and even knock a rocket-grenade out of the air through solely her feet; however, Azula dominated the speed category. To determinate this, we looked at Azula's speed feats carefully to make the comparison. Azula has been shown, and commented in and out of universe, to be on a speed/agility level equal to that of Avatar Aang; one of the fastest Benders in the original series.
Deadpool: Hell, he even once admitted she was too fast for even HIM to hit!
Edge: Aang's speed has been calculated to be fast enough that he can dodge lightning attacks. Through calculations done by studying both the number of frames used in lightning generation attacks and the frame-rate of each frame, the speed of such an attack has been calculated at Mach 12. However, we don't use solely the calculations as a means of determining the winner... it is just as much the creative, practical application of power that determines a winner, as much as it is the level of power. And Azula had Juri beat in that too.
Discord: Juri's fighting style, while dangerous and lethal, has the crippling disadvantage of an over-reliance in close-quarters combat. While, indeed, in a close-range fight, Juri would have dominated, Azula could balance her long-range game with her close-range game to give her more options in combat, and maintain a distinct advantage. Azula's superior stamina and durability were also factors to take into account.
Deadpool: Azula could take rocks, air blasts, explosive bursts of water and pressurized water pummeling her, and still get up to continue the fight. And, on the Street Fighter circuit, there is a reason Juri is called a "Glass Cannon". While she could dish out the damage, she cannot take it so well; making it crucial that she dominate the fight. Aaaaand Azula, alas, was just too fast, too agile and had too many tricks that the likelihood of Juri getting enough time and opportunities to dominate a close-quarters match long enough to END the battle are slim at best.
Discord: It should, for that matter, be noted also that the intelligence factor was all Azula's. Juri is a Blood Knight: she goes into the fight for the sake of enjoying the fight. Azula was tactically one step ahead for the majority of the battle. The Sharingan 2.0-
Discord; -(rolls eyes) the Feng Shui Device's database allowed her to identify the martial arts cornerstones of Azula's Bending... but the thing with Bending is... it's a composite art. It uses no one of these arts more than the others, it mixes them up. It fuses elements of each of them to create a single style, making it flexible enough that even with prior knowledge of the arts behind it, the Feng Shui Device could not keep up with it forever... The fact it is on a TIMER TOO doesn't help matters...
Edge: And finally, lightning. Juri had no real counters for electricity, unless she disrupted Azula during the charge-up time. With the average streak of bended lightning clocking in at speeds of Mach 12, and real-life lightning producing temperatures of 53,540 degrees Fahrenheit. That's nearly SIX TIMES HOTTER than even white-blue fire; combine that with the speed of the attack, not even Juri could redirect the heat and power of that projectile... Before anyone asks where the lightning ball came from, in the spin-off comic The Search-
Discord: ...don't make me start censoring YOU, Wade...
Edge: -Azula exhibited and used the ability. So, yes, it counts as canon...
Discord: In the end, Juri Han crashed and burned.
Deadpool: The winner is Princess Azula!
+Superior Tactician; able to adapt and overwhelm Juri's offense with greater ease
+Long-ranged Firebending and Lightningbending techniques provided more options for Juri
+Composite martial arts style made her attack patterns harder to predict, and more adaptable
+Lightningbending alone could overwhelm any defense Juri could provide
+Acrobatics and agility gave her the evasive advantage
+Just as quick-witted as Juri
+Fire Wall provided her with defensive options
+Feng Shui Engine allowed her to keep up with Azula's martial arts
+Superhuman Reflexes and Speed allowed her to keep up with Azula
-Reliance on Taekwondo - and lacking in the defensive properties of it, to boot - made her style easier to counter
-Feng Shui Engine's power could run out
-Far less tactically inclined by comparison
-Lack of defensive options
Azula breathed in and out heavily, turning away from the remains of Juri with a snort, before she heard footsteps slowly entering the throne room... and, seconds later, its chambers were illuminated with a vibrant, golden-orange light. Swiftly, she turned...
And was greeted by the towering figure of Fire Lord Ozai. The tyrant king stepped to a halt, glancing down at the dead assassin with a disgusted expression and sneer, before turning to face Azula. "...Another one...?"
"...You too?" Azula asked, eyebrow arched. Then again, she should not have been surprised really. It was highly unlikely that an assassin would come alone into such a heavily-guarded fortress as the Fire Nation Capital Palace. No one was foolish enough to attempt it... Then again, considering what Juri Han had been like...
"Not assassins," Ozai began, "They were messengers... for a man named 'Master Bison'." He smirked a little, before a deep, low chuckle escaped his lips. "A man so arrogant, he seems to delude himself with the notion that he is a GOD. Heh... He claims he is coming to conquer the Fire Nation... and he has challenged me for the right to the throne."
THIS actually surprised Azula. Someone was daring enough to challenge her father... to a duel? For the throne? ...Was this "Bison" truly so arrogant to believe he could defeat her father? Or was he, in fact, desperate and suicidal, wishing to seek an honorable warrior's death at least? ...not that her father would grant him even that, but still... "Challenge YOU, father? To an Agni Kai?" she queried slowly.
"No..." Ozai began, his eyes narrowing slightly...
"A death battle."