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“Hey Beifong, where'd you learn to walk, the idiots society?” Laughed a jock who was not even worth a name. Toph tilted her head to the side as she adjusted her grip on her cane. She really missed being able to walk around barefoot, that wall came out of nowhere. Maybe she should get a cane made out of rock.
“No, but I assume that’s where you learned to speak,” Toph responded as she slowly turned back to face the bully. “After all, I know how to keep a level head when someone tries to insult me.”
“Sure Blind-baby, and I'm the king of New York.” He sneered as he rolled his eyes. The teen took a step towards her, getting into Toph’s personal space. She could feel his breath pushing through her hair.
“It’s Blind Bandit actually. Just to let you know, I could very easily throw you on the ground, don't test your luck Jockstrap.” Toph glared back toward him, about two feet to the left of where the teen, now dubbed “Jockstrap”, was standing.
“Haha you don't scare me you don't even know where I am Blind-baby” As Jockstrap finished his statement, Toph dropped her red and white cane, bent her knees, and shot towards him only to be stopped by strong arms and leith frame.
“Hey now. No need for violence, we don't need to break this guy's brain just yet Toph. We can try to solve this peacefully.” Toph felt herself be shifted onto the strong, slim, shoulders of her best and oldest friend.
“Shut up Twinkle Toes! I am going to rip this guy to shreds!” Toph flailed her arms in front of her, no care for who she might hit.
“No, we are not doing that.” Aang bounced Toph forward so her upper half was dangling down his back.
“He insulted me and my honor! I will have his head on a stick!” Toph tried to throw herself off of Aang's shoulder with no success, going so far as to beat Aang’s back.
“Whoa now Melon Lord. Slow your roll, we have no reason to fight him. He’s just a dumb jock. Besides, who do you think you are, Zuko?” Aang laughed as he walked towards her white cane so they could leave.
“Yeah! You heard your guard dog Blind-baby, go home and cry to your mommy.” Jockstrap laughed. Until he was thrown back into the lockers with the force of wind that seemed to come from nowhere.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself from whatever that was, Jockstrap tasted blood. Letting out a confused sound, Jockstrap discovered his nose was bleeding and his mouth was drier than the Sahara.
“I’ll just say this once.” The icy tone of Aang filtered into the hallway. “If you talk shit about Toph or any of our friends, it won't just be a bloody nose that you'll get. She could have you on the ground faster than you can say agni-kai. She has fought many people far larger and stronger than you and came out of it the victor. I am not saving her from you. Toph doesn’t need me, or anyone else, to be her savior." With that the bald boy left, barely even stopping to bend down and grab Toph’s white cane.