The NodZuko's hands were burning, aching, throbbing. There was a catch in his side, making every breath agony. His head was reeling. He tried once to sit up, felt the blood rushing to his head like a freight train, and immediately lay back down.More Like This
"Get up!" The voice was Ozai's—and it was dripping with anger.
Zuko tried again to rise, this time more slowly. He steadied himself with his hands, then carefully lifted his head. His father stood a few steps away, fuming.
"I said GET UP! On your feet, boy!"
With great effort, Zuko managed to get on his feet. His head was spinning, and his stance was weak. Before he could catch his breath, Ozai sent a fireball sailing towards him. He dodged it automatically. Another fireball. Another dodge. A larger fireball. This one came before he was ready, and his movement was off. It seared his arm. He yelped in pain.
"Pathetic!" Ozai spat. He fired seven blasts in rapid succession. Zuko tried feebly to dodge them again, but the seventh one hit home. The force la