[She dodges easily, but unfortunately, those spikes make it pretty hard for her to advance. She's not going to stop trying to get around it, though; she moves to arc around him, trying to get behind both him and the chair.]
[Fire works as a decent light source under some circumstances, but fighting fire really doesn't; she's too busy whipping it around, not trying to hold it steady enough to see by. She almost makes it around him, but then the side of one of those spikes catches her in the ribs (at least she avoids a full-on puncture!) and she falls back into the closet. Better slam that door quick, BJ, because she recovers quickly and will be up and raring to go in just a second.]
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You don't even know what 'this' is!
[He snatches up a chair and uses it to fend Azula back like she's an angry tiger. The chair has spikes all over it]
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[She dodges easily, but unfortunately, those spikes make it pretty hard for her to advance. She's not going to stop trying to get around it, though; she moves to arc around him, trying to get behind both him and the chair.]
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Lights!
[All the lights in his cabin go out. He uses the chair to try driving Azula into a closet inexplicably filled with two ten-pound bags of fertilizer]
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