[ Hasn't liked anything since their meeting? Unsurprising. Back home, his aliases -- Hei, BK201, The Black Reaper -- bred vendettas, terror and mistrust in their wake. Why should it be different here? He's long since accepted that he's cursed. That anyone he comes into contact with is ultimately smeared with the same filth as him. It's why he'd tried to keep Korra at an arm's length. ]
[ Now she's in over her head. And must be dealt with. ]
You'll make it so I won't have to. Won't you?
[ Hard-edged, dead-eyed, his expression says it all. She has something to lose. He doesn't. That stacks the odds in his favor. He knows what'll hurt her most. ]
[ He'll see to it that she says nothing at all. His right hand lifts. Palm pressing to the back of her head. Better to render her unconscious, than risk the possibility of her coming after him. ]
[It may go without saying, but that doesn't mean Korra will forget.
Her limbs have had some time to recover while they've talked. It's not much, but when his weight shifts, she kicks up her legs. Most airbending is done with the hands, but there are many firebending techniques that utilize the feet, and she quickly adapts one of them to hurl a blast of air at him. If it succeeds at upsetting his balance, she plans to roll onto her feet and get out of his immediate reach. She's not going to try and attack him -- she's not dumb -- but this encounter will end on her terms, even if it kills her.
[ Pinning her in the dark, hyperware, Hei feels her kick out. The air-blast takes him by surprise. He chooses to avoid being hit, throwing himself to one side, avoiding the whoosh of wind. But he doesn't stop. Because if there's one thing Korra needs to learn, it's when to accept a deadlock. Even before she's moved to rise, he strikes out, lightning-fast and without holding back. One hand shoots out to grab her throat, slamming her down before she can get up, legs twisting to trap hers. ]
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[ Now she's in over her head. And must be dealt with. ]
You'll make it so I won't have to. Won't you?
[ Hard-edged, dead-eyed, his expression says it all. She has something to lose. He doesn't. That stacks the odds in his favor. He knows what'll hurt her most. ]
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I won't say it again.
[You know the answer, damn you.]
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[ He'll see to it that she says nothing at all. His right hand lifts. Palm pressing to the back of her head. Better to render her unconscious, than risk the possibility of her coming after him. ]
This meeting never happened.
[ It should go without saying. ]
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Her limbs have had some time to recover while they've talked. It's not much, but when his weight shifts, she kicks up her legs. Most airbending is done with the hands, but there are many firebending techniques that utilize the feet, and she quickly adapts one of them to hurl a blast of air at him. If it succeeds at upsetting his balance, she plans to roll onto her feet and get out of his immediate reach. She's not going to try and attack him -- she's not dumb -- but this encounter will end on her terms, even if it kills her.
Again.]
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[ An anaconda's stranglehold. ]