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Binx wasn’t at all excited to be back in War’s grasp, especially not in the foreign environment he was in. He’d rather be anywhere but here. Though he expected none of his gods would listen to him, much less help. As sneaking around the battlefield was easier said than done.
He peeked over a pile of broken ice, the giant crater in the building showing testament to the invasion. He sighed quietly, his fingers itching to just jump in and start the slaughter. But no - his Mother taught him better than that, so he’d show off his lovely manners.
At least he would’ve if Butch didn’t almost hit him with a stupid boomerang. Seriously. What kind of teen would fucking have that? But it was just his luck, wasn’t it?
The two maintained eye contact for a minute, before Butch gave a surprisingly impressive battle cry and ran at him. He waited until the teen was close enough before he sidestepped, making the “warrior” trip and fall flat on his face.
“Yo Butch.. what’s with the invasion?”
Butch blinked in confusion at the nickname, pausing his motion of dusting the snow off his face to stare at him. Which was weird all on its own, it’s not like he said a slur or anything even mildly interesting.
“Uh.. shouldn’t you know? Since you’re Fire Nation?”
Butch answered, narrowing his eyes and gripping his boomerang tight enough he was surprised he didn’t hear a crack. Though again wITH THE FIRE NATION SHI-
“Nope. Because I’M not Fire Nation. I don’t even know what that is, much less know where I am, pretty boy.”
Binx snipped back, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. It never worked with his siblings but he’d give it a shot toward a mortal.
It didn’t, in fact, work.
“Oh really? Because that’s exactly what a Fire Nation spy would say.”
“Not a spy.”
“Yeah sure, then why were you spotted just hours after Fire Nation ships were spotted heading toward Agna Qel’a-.”
“Wait what-?”
The explosion of another cannonball, far too close for comfort, shut up their bickering. And he instinctively ducked down with Butch, the eventually facing out to the harbor in mixed shock and anger. (Anger on Butch’s part) He blinked. Now would be a good time to join the carnage, wouldn’t it?
Sokka wasn’t all too sure about the kid, he didn’t know his name and even if they were the same age Sokka wouldn’t call him anything else (that was a lie), and his supposed denials.
He didn’t believe him for a second that he “wasn’t Fire Nation”. Of course he was! Only those who hailed from Agni had pale skin and pitch black hair. Putting aside the teen’s sea-green eyes. But.. he could’ve been an offspring of war, created by accident.
“Well then what are you? Some half-breed?”
It came out harsher than he meant it to, and Sokka mentally winced at the audible crack that came from Spy - he’s just gonna call him Spy, way easier and most definitely true - when he turned to glare at him. Well… it would’ve been a glare had Spy not been smiling like a madman.
His teeth were way too sharp.. sharper than the norm for Water Tribe or Fire Nation…
“You could say that. But you didn’t answer my question. What’s the invasion for?”
Sokka narrowed his eyes at that, and at his too-hoarse voice. He would assume he had been screaming while captured had he not seen Spy himself, and Spy was perfectly behaved. Albeit weird.
“To weaken the Northern Water Tribe. Duh.”
Spy looked like he wanted to retort the obvious fact, but his eyes went sharp when they’d glanced behind him. And it was in a blink of an eye when he realized a Fire Nation soldier had snuck up on them, except.. y’know. the whole ass trident now imbedded in their chest.
He blinked, wondering where in Tui and La that came from.
It was gold, and was decorated with oceanic runes all over. And it felt like it practically radiated power. And Spy fucking got up and pulled it out the corpse like it was nothing!
“What the..?”
“What? Never seen a divine weapon before?”
Spy questioned, raising an incredulous eyebrow as he dug the tongs of the weapon into the snow. The blood dripping off it slowly and defiling the pure white.
Sokka had let his guard down, bickering with Spy about if he was Fire Nation or not… and this little shit freaking saved his ass. He mentally groaned, knowing now he probably owed the kid a debt or something.
“No, I haven’t. And what in La would be considered divine?”
He answered, gripping his forgotten boomerang tightly once more. He’d easily forgotten the battlefield surrounding them because of a small chat, he wouldn’t be doing that again.
Spy blinked slowly for a few moments, seemingly content with dragging out his time (time that he could be using helping his sister tribe, to help Yue, to help-) before promptly shrugging. He did an impressive spin with the so-called “divine” weapon before it shrunk back into that charm thing he remembered seeing earlier.
Oh.. that would probably explain it.
Butch was a little annoying, but it wasn’t necessarily his fault that they were captured on an enemy ship with the Prince and Admiral Jao… Zhao? Whatever.
After his display of goodwill the two had reluctantly made an alliance and joined the carnage, the “water tribe” (seriously, DnD stat anyone?) warrior doing mostly knocking out people while he did the killing. Which was something he was akin to, and something he rather did a lot for Luke. Gods, he missed him.
But, back to the present!
Butch had gotten cornered when he was paying attention to a particular finicky “fire-bender”, as Butch put it, when he heard a yelp from behind him. Seeing his now ally held by two soldiers and writhing like an animal. He had moved instinctively forward to help, but a startled yelp left his own lips as he was forced to tackle the ground when a burst of fire broke over him. It allowed his own capture and now the two were being led onto a dark, fully metal ship.
He fucking hates it.
But he acted as a good prisoner and went along, keeping his sharp teeth behind a small closed-lip smile. Butch on the other hand fought like a rabid dog, which wasn’t all too surprising. What was surprising was when his friend - were they friends? - suddenly paused as if seeing the dead. Trust him, that isn’t fun, don’t try it.
“What?”
He asked quietly, ignoring the jab of metal against his side as the soldier made him silent.
“Fucking Prince jerk-bender is here too.