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[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka would call himself a rational man. However, being randomly deposited on a living ship that travelled through the stars, being given clothes that were apparently alive and being surrounded by a bunch of strange people was not at all a rational thing. So he did what anyone else would have done. He went to the sensoriums to try and pretend he wasn't where he really was.  He was in the eerily accurate courtyard of Master Piandao's extensive home. It was kind of relaxing, being somewhere familiar to him.  Still, the thoughts of this strange new place were all that ran through his head  He was going to have to look after Katara, even if she was probably one of the best waterbenders to ever walk the planet. He was her older brother and it was his responsibility to get her home, no matter what happened.  The people were strange and wonderous and he had seen things he didn't know how to explain.

He sighed, shook his head. Clear your mind, Sokka. He paused, still for a moment before he drew his sword in a single fluid movement and dropped into a stance before working elegantly through a series of movements, flowing easily from attack to defense and back again, blade humming as it cuts through the air. This was the best way to work off stress and keep focused, exercise and practice, pure and simple.

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[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

"In front of you? Thou art fortunate to not have been hurt then. It had to be rather sizable to create a sword," Pirogoeth said, raising her blade towards Sokka again. "Thou has a wise master. When one cannot force another's hand through brawn, then it takes a quick mind to compensate."

She studied him for a moment before going in again, thrusting for the weakest defended point from his posture.

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, it wasn't like directly in front of us..." He replied, then moved forwards, into the blow. His blade slid against Pirogeth's and he deflected it upwards. He lunged forward into another thrust.

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

"Even then. Stars that fall to the earth have been known to make craters far bigger than themselves," Pirogoeth commented. Pirogoeth felt the upwards tug. He was making an opening and she had to move. She twisted and turned on her legs, her side facing Sokka and bending just to avoid the blade. "Good," she said, stepping back quickly to get some more space, this time letting him come to her.