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[Running, running, where is her Dad? She can't find him anywhere! Mom's in trouble and her Dad's nowhere to be found. She sees some of her parents' friends but they're too busy dealing with the Fire Nation raid. Everywhere she turns to, chaos is in sight. But the odd thing is, she can't hear their voices, as if they went mute or she went deaf.

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[ It took Tyr some time before he realised what was going on, what he was seeing and the fact they were through the eyes of someone he knew and not some nameless person as was usually the case. Were these her memories, then...?

He didn't get to think of this long before he found himself looking at those same, tear-filled eyes. Unsure of what's going on and only interpreting the words from the older woman to mean Hurry up and help Katara, Tyr tries to make a move to stop that woman. ]

Katara!

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[That voice. She knows that voice, but right now, she doesn't know if she wants to hear it. No. He can't be subjected in this! He just can't!]

Tyr, get out of here! I'm not in control of my--! [Hama cackles evilly before raising her hands, inevitably raising Katara's too. By now, Tyr is under Katara's control... against her wishes.]

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No, I--! [ In hindsight, he shouldn't have given away his position. His eyes grow wide with the sudden realisation that he can no longer move and carry out that action. Any action. ]

--What's going on?

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It's bloodbending! Hama's doing it on me while I'm doing it to you and-- Tyr, I don't have any control of my actions right now! Just--ah! [Katara begins to move her hands, allowing Hama to make use of her to control Tyr's body. She'll pull him down forcefully, dragging him face down on the ground. Such a horrific sight that Katara is trying to prevent but to no avail.]

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[ There is some horror in this. A lot of it, really. He knows what happened the last times he was controlled. Even if it's Katara doing it, it's not really her... Tyr would make sure Hama got what was coming to her, he swore. ] Neither am--

[ And his face is planted in the ground rather violently, the ground scraping his face as he's dragged. Tyr speaks between gritted teeth: ] Resist her!

[ He felt a bit like a hypocrite saying that, though. ]

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I- I am! I've already did it once before and-- I don't know why I can't do it again! Her grip's too-- [And she watches her own hands, her own ability, dragging Tyr's face down body, wounding that gentle face, in deep-seated horror. Her tears continue flowing down her cheeks. She had never wanted this ability and now she's forced to use it on her good friend.

Katara's arms shake as she tries to resist, but Hama's persistent.] Resist me and his limbs will be ripped off after yours! [She shakes her head as she hoists Tyr up. And now, against her will, she's making Tyr pick up that knife not too far from him.]

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[ It's depressing to hear her cry like that. It might hurt to have his face dragged across the ground with pebbles rubbing against his eye and the corner of his mouth. With the way this is going, he doesn't know if ripping limbs off is a bluff or not. ] Don't let yourself be hurt, Katara...

[ Tyr says that as he's brought back to his feet, his face and body dirty. As he picks up the knife, though - and tries to toss it away, but his body won't listen - he fears that not getting hurt won't be a possibility. ]

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[As she sees his face and body, Katara sobs some more. No, this isn't going to happen. She's not going to hurt him. But her thoughts aren't connecting with her body's movements. She's already hurting, isn't she? But seeing him getting physically hurt right before her eyes...] No... I don't want you hurt, Tyr...

[Inasmuch as she wants to resist, Katara doesn't want to find out if Hama's threat will come true or not. So, she let herself be commandeered by her. She stares wide-eyed at that knife, though, because it's slowly dragging up his chest.] Tyr!

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[ A strangled sort of gasp comes from Tyr's lips - mostly because he refuses to scream while his own hand tears through his skin and stains his shirt with blood - before he clenches his jaw shut. It would have been so much easier if it was a quick, shallow cut, but this was...

Tyr still couldn't stand pain, especially not like this. He was enough of a man to remain strong through it, though; Katara seemed much more fragile than him now... ] It's... fine.

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[She shakes her head, the only part right now that she can move with her free will.] No, it's not! Tyr, I'm... [Katara grits her teeth, trying her best to resist Hama's control, but it's too strong. Soon, Hama had her maneuvering Tyr into pointing the knife at her. The old lady cackles behind the helpless waterbender like a dark puppetmaster.] Such a good friend you are, Katara! Hurting your friend like this! You deserve what's coming to you..

[And by that, Katara watches in terror as Tyr will take awkward steps towards her, knife pointed at her own chest.]

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[ Tyr was resisting every step of the way, but how do you resist someone with such control over your body? He couldn't stop it the other times, and even the Great Generals....

Still bleeding, Tyr doesn't mind the cut along his chest now as much as the fact he's holding that bloodied knife out to Katara. He addresses Hama now: ] Katara doesn't deserve this! Let her go!

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No, she does! This is retribution for her refusal to carry on my work! [Katara glances behind her, fleetingly:] You know why I refused! You're terrorizing that town with your abilities, innocent people are--

[And even before she can respond fully, that knife pierces her chest. Katara turns around to find her good friend, knife in hand, stabbing her as blood starts to fall down her lips. Even so, she smiles at him because she knows this is her own fault for not being strong enough.] It's okay, Tyr...

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[ Tyr doesn't realise what his own body is doing until he follows that trail of blood down to the blade buried in Katara's flesh. It went in so easily... That smile on her lips is cruel, too cruel. He doesn't want to hear this again. ] It's not...

[ He's heard this too many times. He's been in this place too much, looking in the eyes of his loved ones as their lives slip away. Hearing their last words meant just for his ears telling him to go on...

Maybe he should have expected it... Suddenly, Tyr feels rather numb. ]

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[And it doesn't stop there because just as Katara smiled, just as Tyr mumbled those few words, that knife slowly pulls away from her flesh before forcefully stabbing again. Again. Again. Katara gasps at each thrust, more blood spilling down her lips.

But the odd thing is, she still has life yet the pain is real. At each successive pierce, Katara can feel the immense anguish, but she found she's alive. And her life isn't fading before her very eyes.] Tyr... [She's panting now, though.]

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[ Tyr's close enough that the blood spills on him, staining his glove and mixing with the blood that seeped into the fabric of his shirt. She should be dead by now, she shouldn't have the breath left to talk and say his name, not to breathe heavily like that.

All Tyr can do is watch in horror as his own hand continuously cuts through her. He can't take his eyes off her pained face covered in her own blood even as he yells at Hama. ] Stop it! Let her go! Katara is...

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[By now, Katara's once bright blue eyes turn paler at each stab.] Dying? Oh no, she's not going to die! Where's the fun in that? She's just going to feel the pain increasing at every thrust of that knife. [Katara doesn't scream, though, but she gasps whenever the cold weapon pierces through her. She looks numb, as if whatever Hama just said isn't true, even if it is. As if not contented by that, the sharp knife pulls out from that side of her chest to stab the other side.]

Why? Are you jealous, young man? [If Tyr's paying attention to Katara's movements, he'll find that one of her arms rises and stabs him on the back. Wherever she also got a knife is a big mystery.]