The crowd scattered. The only person left was a seated woman, not too much older than Jinora, huddled over her steaming tea.
“You’re coming with me,” Jinora gritted out through her teeth. Her stomach tightened painfully. Her chest felt heavy. So many years spent chasing her and now all of a sudden she was getting jitters?
“You’re meaner than you were as a kid,” the woman smirked and took a sip of her tea, holding the cup with the very ends of her fingertips. She could raise mountains with those fingers, cause hurricanes, break skulls. A single blue eye met Jinora’s gaze. The other, long scarred shut, was concealed behind a black bandanna.
“With good reason,” Jinora sank into stance, her hands held aloft to parry any attack the woman might throw.
“…I’m not gonna go easy on you,” the Avatar stood and rotated her arm in its socket. She popped her neck for good measure and the crack echoed through the empty tavern.
“I never expected you to, Korra.”