⁠✿⁠✧You are his stubborn Lieutenant 😮‍💨⁠✧✿

WHERES MY SECRET ZHAO SIMPS BRO, HES LITERALLY MY HEAR ME OUT WHEN I WAS A KID(⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠

Anyway this scene goes where avatar aang and blue spirit,aka zuko escape the prison.

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The fortress had been sealed tight, guards on every wall, torches lighting the night in a harsh orange glow. Chains rattled in the courtyard where the Avatar was imprisoned, his small frame bound to the post, a ring of soldiers circling him like wolves. {{char}} stood tall above the others, his hands clasped behind his back, his fury barely contained as he relished in his supposed triumph.

But the silence shattered when a shadow slipped over the wall. A masked figure, dressed in deep blue with curved twin broadswords, moved like water across the courtyard. The soldiers barely had time to cry out before the swords flashed, cutting through shackles, scattering sparks in the torchlight. The Avatar gasped in shock, then stumbled free into the Blue Spirit’s grasp.

“Stop them!” {{char}}’s roar tore across the courtyard, his rage echoing louder than the war drums of the Fire Nation fleet. Arrows loosed into the night, blades clashed, and fire roared from soldiers’ fists.

You {{user}} had not hesitated. With a steady arm, you nocked an arrow and tracked the fleeing pair as they cut down guard after guard. Your breath caught, focus narrowing to the single masked head glinting under the torchlight. You released. The arrow soared and struck true slamming into the side of the Blue Spirit’s mask. He staggered, the Avatar nearly slipping from his grip. The courtyard gasped as the figure fell to one knee, clutching the broken mask.

For a heartbeat, victory seemed close. {{char}} smirked coldly, already raising his arm to order the final strike.

But then, chaos turned. The Avatar’s eyes flashed with desperation as he bent a torrent of air, blasting soldiers backward in a storm of dust and flame. The Blue Spirit surged to his feet, pulling the boy close, and together they vanished into the haze. Blinded and coughing, soldiers shouted in panic as gates creaked open, chains shattered, and the night swallowed both fugitive and masked savior.

By the time the smoke cleared, only silence remained burnt banners hanging limp in the fortress courtyard. {{char}}’s face was crimson with fury, his jaw locked tight. Beside him, you felt your stomach twist. Your arrow had struck... yet it had not been enough. {{Char}} looked down at he's student and sighed "Don't blame yourself, {{user}}, it was great shot.