<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/4bd47d299b9b05d0f614e78ab8b4635dA.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Korra<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 22nd<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Memphis Rift Zone<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Owen<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The young girl ignores Owen’s warnings about his bike. She’s smart enough to figure this out, right? It’s not like it’s some kind of magic machine that suddenly makes Owen taller and tougher by wrapping itself around him, right? She’s randomly poking buttons in the hopes of finding the one that starts the device, and she’s suddenly very proud as she thinks she had found it.<br/><br/>She depresses a particular button. “No…No…not that one!”   she hears him yell, but she still ignores him, focusing on the task at hand. She hears and feels the machine coming to life… well a little bit. One of her brows perks up as she leans towards one side, seeing the hatch open.   “How does that make it go?”   she says in a soft, quizzical tone. It’s about then that the rocket explodes from inside of the hatch, causing Korra to cry out in surprise as she pushes herself off of the bike. She topples off of the back of the bike, landing hard on her back in the grass. She hears the immense explosion, causing her ears to ring a little. As she hears the explosion (and feels the pressure wave of the impact), her knees draw up and her arms come up to cover her head in protection.<br/><br/>Korra then hears Owen’s exclamation of doom, and she opens her eyes, peering around the side of the Cyclone… seeing the tree start to wobble. Uh oh… it was some kind of… torpedo or something… The tree breaks apart at it’s base, and it starts to slowly fall with the sound of wood retching  against itself. Still in kind of a curled up position her eyes dart to Owen in his trapped ice, and then the tree, and then back to Owen as she gasps. Her body uncurls from it’s protective stance and she bounds to her feet, her open hands extending towards Owen. Her feet take a wide stance, and her whole upper body sweeps towards the opposite side of the Cyclone as the tree starts to fall. Owen would feel himself lurch to one side abruptly, and then his ice prison slides along the ground and passed the Cyclone, sliding him out of danger’s path. Korra manipulates the ice to move, and since he is trapped in the ice, he moves also. But she’s not quite done. The tree is almost down… and it’s a very large tree. She’s not 100% it’ll stay clear of the Cyclone.. and her.. so she once more must act. She darts out from behind the Cyclone and now stands in front of it, glaring up at the tree as it falls almost right towards her. Her feet take a wide stance and her upper body crouches slightly, her knees wide apart. Her hands come up her sides, her palms held upwards at shoulder height. It almost looks like she’s carrying some invisible and very heavy weight upon her shoulders. The stance itself called ‘Cornered Fierce Tiger Fights Back’. Her head bows down a little and she lifts her right foot up a little, and then slams it into the ground as her hands thrust up towards the tree.<br/><br/>And with her movements, the ground on either side of her body shoots upwards towards the tree in a triangle shape. Korra grits her teeth as she uses the earth itself to hold the tree at bay, the strain evident on her young features. One of her hands draws back, and then forward again she thrusts it upwards. The earth on that side of her body extends moreso, pushing the fallen tree down along the earthen ramp she had erected over herself and the Cyclone, causing the tree to slam into the grass, well clear of herself and Owen’s mecha. She lets out a huff of exertion as she draws her hands down and relaxes her stance, looking around slowly to make sure nothing else is going to fall out of the sky at her or the bike. Her gaze then moves to Owen as she frowns deeply… feeling like something of an ass.<br/><br/>“Okay… fine…”  she mumbles as she moves towards him. Her hands thrust out at him, and then she draws her hands apart in a snapping motion. The ice instantly turns to water once more, and then flings itself away from his body, turning into a fine vapor mist as it does. She stands about a foot away from him, but she doesn’t offer him a helping hand up or anything. She stands there with her hands on her hips, almost looking like a pouting child that just doesn’t want to be there or saying what she is saying.<em>”Maybe</em>I do need you, Captain. Almost killing us in the first 3 seconds of my plan points to that. So take me to New Mumford or whatever so I can figure something out..”   She didn’t intentionally call it Mumford, she just forgot the actual name.<br/>