“I’m no master, but I had to learn.” She tried to sit up, struggling a bit. Just happy the pain was starting to subside. “Because you’re…?” She wondered what Bolin was going to say and why the thought wasn’t finished. ..
The Earth-Bender placed on Yura’s back, helping the other woman straighten herself before pulling away. Her smile was open now, lips spread over teeth and a small smear of blood over her bottom lip. “I am Bolin, isn’t that amazing enough?” She was quiet, near the end of her words.
A quick rush to her feet, sliding the bare skin against tiles, and Bolin was in the air in a jump. “Fire Ferrets win! Their names forever immortalized with the greatest of the greats!” Her hands slid around Yura’s waist, pinning the smaller woman’s arms to her sides as Bolin picked her up and held her against the sweat-stained t-shirt and cotton pants. “No one can defeat them,” the Earth-Bender announced in the same tone as the man who told the game as it was played.
She twirled around, the Water-Bender in her arms still. Despite not being the tallest woman around, Bolin still held Yura against her easily, not seeming to care that she had only met this woman a fight before. “First the Championship, then Amon. I’d like to see anyone try to take us down.”
Gently, as if letting the bud of a flower alone to bloom, Bolin set Yura to the floor. “You may win the next round.” Her smile was wide, shoulders moving with her little gusts of laughter. “But I am going to put up a hell of a fight.”