( So she wants to handle it? Shealtiel listens, taking a step back to watch her work. He's unsteady, and his hand is throbbing. Somehow the burning is making him sick to his stomach all over again. He can feel his body rejecting parts of itself, reliving old memories of the poison attacking half of him. "Purifying" him, and failing.
He won't pass out in here. But he does leave this to Azula. It looks like she's managing it, and they're so close...
They just need to break outside. The building is so close to collapse that he can hear it between the cracking of fire. He doesn't waste his breath on any more words. )
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He won't pass out in here. But he does leave this to Azula. It looks like she's managing it, and they're so close...
They just need to break outside. The building is so close to collapse that he can hear it between the cracking of fire. He doesn't waste his breath on any more words. )