His chest isn't burning, there was no shot of energy, she isn't holding anything in her hands, but when his shoulders hit the dirt, all Sokka can think when his head cracks against the ground is At least it isn't asphalt (http://community.livejournal.com/apharsites/51547.html?thread=2167387#t2167387).
It's not funny, before or after he hits the ground.
But he does roll fast to his feet, eyes narrowed and shoulders set but his face is no less tortured and desperate when he looks at her. "Katara..."
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His chest isn't burning, there was no shot of energy, she isn't holding anything in her hands, but when his shoulders hit the dirt, all Sokka can think when his head cracks against the ground is At least it isn't asphalt (http://community.livejournal.com/apharsites/51547.html?thread=2167387#t2167387).
It's not funny, before or after he hits the ground.
But he does roll fast to his feet, eyes narrowed and shoulders set but his face is no less tortured and desperate when he looks at her. "Katara..."