The Salle, Monday afternoon
"BOO-yah!"
Sokka was decimating targets with his boomerang. An hour of killing things with near-perfect accuracy has mostly restored his confidence in his 1337 warrior skillz. If he saw professor Pajama Man again, he'd... probably not have his boomerang on him. He was definitely going to remember to bring it any time he left campus, but...
Sokka sighed.
He sheathed his boomerang and started trying to remember what he could of his unarmed combat training. Anyone watching might notice that the forms he was moving through looked a lot like Tai Chi.
Sokka was decimating targets with his boomerang. An hour of killing things with near-perfect accuracy has mostly restored his confidence in his 1337 warrior skillz. If he saw professor Pajama Man again, he'd... probably not have his boomerang on him. He was definitely going to remember to bring it any time he left campus, but...
Sokka sighed.
He sheathed his boomerang and started trying to remember what he could of his unarmed combat training. Anyone watching might notice that the forms he was moving through looked a lot like Tai Chi.