One of the things I noticed about অবতার is the significance of the spirit disguises. Each disguise speaks volumes about the character using it and reflects their personality sort of like their bending styles.
I’ll start with the Painted Lady and Katara;
The real Painted Lady was a lot of things for the people of Jang Hui. She was a protector. A healer. A beacon of hope. She was a water spirit with assumably a gentle heart.
This is not unlike Katara herself. One of Katara’s key character traits was her hopefulness and the hope she instilled in other people. And in assuming the persona...
As I was posting on a different tumblr post I realized some things. Namely (and obviously each firebender has his/her own style.
Starting with Mako;
He tends to lightning bend with an open palm. The first shot is a bit hard to tell (as to whether অথবা not his pinky and the finger পরবর্তি to it are actually touching his palm) either way around his bending is আরো open then everyone else’s. Perhaps this is an indicatior that he doesn’t know how to do it as well, maybe it’s the opposite. Perhaps it’s simply another sign that the অবতার universe changed. As it got older there came...
Before anything else is stated I want it to be known that I do প্রণয় both Azula and Zuko; so no this isn't gonna be a Zuko hate/bash Zuko article.
So instead of getting straight into the actual matter of the agni kai, I'd like to go over why I think Azula in general is আরো powerful than Zuko. This I will post from an older প্রবন্ধ (so if আপনি read this one আপনি may as well just scroll down lol); First and foremost, the obvious; Azula has Blue আগুন (supposedly hotter than any other fire) on the show. This is something unique to Azula and Azula alone. Where as Bloodbending is not unique to Katara....
Another burning sensation fired its way, white-hot, up and down Azula’s body. It was as if she’d accidently set her own body aflame. She clutched her blankets tightly and bit her cheek, so not to cry out.
Her skin felt moist and clammy, her strength seeming to trickle out with each bead of sweat—leaving her with a contradicting cold sensation. A feeling of emptiness, as if her own flame was flickering out. Slowly and agonizingly.
Despite her best efforts, a small whimper slid through her parted lips.