Under different circumstances, Demona might have liked to ask more. Is it possible to learn this skill? However, they are past the point of such conversation.

No matter how many times Azula proves to be the more agile of two of them, Demona foolishly presses the attack. And she receives quite the burn for her pride. A long lash of fire that travels from her collar bone, down her left arm sends her sprawling with a pained scream.

"Well," she pants, clutching at her arm, "Aren't you going to finish the job?"