<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8c/626939-korra_injured.png)</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>The recon team, the coalition members… the enemy.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Korra can feel herself starting to move more sluggishly. She had exerted to much energy in the initial attack upon the coalition, and she was already tired from the journey through the dimensional portal. And that’s the ‘X’ factor in this. She’s not like other beings… any other being. Her body is more connected to the universe than most, and that can make it delicate to such things.<br/>Another Pooch comes at her, it’s large metallic claw swiping at her over and over. She deftly evades each of the attacks, and then counterattacks. She suddenly kicks it once in the chest, and then kicks it again with her other foot. But this time, a funnel of flame explodes forth from her extended foot, making the Dog Boy retreat, smoking coming from some of it’s fur.<br/>She knows she’s starting to get surrounded. Korra doesn’t doubt herself all that much, but this time… she feels like she’s losing. Some of the Skelebots begin to close, and they start to fire at her. And her only defense is once more of the earth. She spins slowly, her right arm swept low. She raises that arm as she turns, and the ground around her lifts upwards in a wave motion, following the motion of her hands and her body. The pulse blasts collide with stone, causing them to burst apart around her. She breathes heavily, a fine sheen of sweat along her body now. She’s not sure what she needs to do now, her apparent fatigue now slowly clouding her mind. But then before she knows it, the Cyclone warrior is right there beside her.<br/><br/>She lets out a surprised cry as she turns towards him, her big blue eyes locking on his. Those eyes then narrow as she draws her hands back, and then they shift outwards from her sides. But her motion is interrupted by a burst of blaster fire impacting with that Cyclone armor. Despite herself, she drops to one knee, her arms coming up to cover herself as she closes her eyes tight. Owen fires the missiles away, and she lets out another startled cry with the sudden loud sound so close to her, mixed with the roar of the firing around her. It’s about then she feels his armored hands and arms wrapping around her, picking her up. She stares wide eyed at his helmet, now anger and indignation steaming from her. Her hands push on his forearms as she struggles, kicking and squirming in his grip as best she can. A sudden sharp breath is drawn in, and while still staring at his helmet, a burst of flame bursts forth from her very lips. It’s not enough to really damage his helmet, it’s not concentrated enough, but it might give him a surprise.<br/><br/>For all the good it does.<br/><br/>She grunts as she’s flung over his shoulder, still kicking and squirming with a renewed rage and energy. But then he starts to carry her away from the battle. Oh no! Is she being kidnapped, is that what all this was about?! But if that were true.. why did those others attack her, why did he shield her… From her vantage point (looking behind them), she sees a few more fire pulse blasts towards them. Acting on instinct, Owen might feel her shifting her weight, her body stiffening a moment as she lay draped across his shoulder. Her hands sweep outwards from her sides (as best as she can in the fairly confined space), and then outwards towards the area they came from. Owen would see on either side of his body 2 very large boulders suddenly rise from the ground, pulling themselves right out of the earth. Each boulder almost 5 feet in diameter. He would see them for a moment, and then they are ‘thrown’ behind them. The blaster fire (that might or might not have hit them, or had a chance to) impacts on the boulders. He would feel stones barrage against parts of his armor… but one of them hits Korra right in the head. She had no way to dodge the debris, nor did she have room to maneuver it away as she normally would. Her body is stiff as she Bends the earth, and then Owen might feel her form go limp.<br/><br/>She lay unconscious across his shoulder… but she is not harmed in any major way. A mix of exhaustion, the battle, the distress in her mind of just not knowing what is going on.. and something else. Something needed her conscious mind to be shut off, for it is her conscious mind that is blocking her from communing with<em>them</em>. She won’t remember much (if any) of what happens next when she wakes up.. but it has to happen.<br/><br/>She is in darkness… for as far as the eye can see. In her unconscious mind (in her heart) she calls out for help. She calls to Tenzin.. her Airbender teacher (though she has yet to actually Airbend) and son of her previous incarnation. She calls out to her parents… she calls to Naga to help her… she screams desperately for anyone, she even yells for Mako. But her cries for help go unheeded. She then sees something in the darkness.. something stirring. Shapeless forms are suddenly dancing all around her, though she can’t see any of them clearly. They are naught but shadows, and she doesn’t have the light of the heart to perceive them. Yet. She tries to reach out to them… and then she hears whispered echoes from all around her.<br/><br/>~~….balance…~~<br/><br/>~~… all the worlds…~~<br/><br/>~~…wonders…~~<br/><br/>~~…kill…~~<br/><br/>She shakes her head desperately, and cries out in a voice of anguish. ~~I don’t understand!~~  Now she can feel tears streaming down her cheeks, and she drops to her knees in that darkness. She wraps her arms around herself as she cries softly… and then a flash of color blurs in front of her. Her eyes widen as she tries to get a fix on it… and while she can’t exactly see what (or who) it is, there is someone she is reminded of immediately.   ~~Tenzin please help me! Please!~~  She calls out in frustration… but the blur of oranges, reds and yellows are gone. It wasn’t Tenzin, but someone much closer to her..<br/>She wakes suddenly, startled. She is still draped over Owen’s armored shoulder, a small trickle of blood trickling down her forehead. Her hands come up, and she tries to brace herself better there on his shoulder, her ribs now starting to ache a little…<br/>