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Oh great! That she couldn't avoid! Specially not with one hand! She rose her hand quickly to attempt to blow as many as the pieces of rubble she could but in the end she got scratched up right nicely. As if the stranger had sent a very angry house cat after her. She huffed and mumbled under her breath.

Left foot shifting it made a half circle across the ground before stomping, she sent the snow on the ground rushing forward at the stranger and anything else the up burst of air might of grabbed with it. Though hardly as effective..you toss at me I toss back!

[E-15]

Niima had the most dumbfounded look on her face but her good hand rose in front of her and she bowed in return. " Please. Feel free to use one of the rooms in the temple to rest." She was stupefied. How could this polite person be traveling with Kazuki? Maybe to teach him? Heh. Now see if the earth bender had asked she might not of been so fussy about the fight. She was actually surprised her body held out this long..

She didn't think long on it. She collapsed to her knees and sighed in relief and pain, her head craning to the side. After a moment she just kind of fell back into the snow. Not passed out just laying back, glad that her fight with the earth bender was over.

(Sleep good)

"I am sorry but I must be on my way. I hope that I will see you again someday and by the way, my name is Rajin Xu." Rajin replied to the air bender. He then ran toward the edge where the temple ended and slid down the mountain while bending the soil and stone so he wouldn't fall.

[exit:Air nomads]

Musei smiled. "Yeah, I suppose so. It was...fun to watch. Maybe some rest will do you good?" He too noticed the holes in Niima's clothes. He sighed. I suppose, women before men. Hesitantly, he unbuttoned his long coat. Exposing his shirt for once in a long time, he unfurled the rolled up sleeves and offered it to Niima. "Here, take it. You need it more than I do right now. You're...uh...probably freezing." He turned his head, avoiding Niima's gaze. He wasn't afraid it wouldn't fit, he knew it would. It was dozens of times larger than himself, and could fit just about anyone. That's why people always thought he was chubby or unfit. Or he had something to hide. He pushed it towards Niima and walked off, whether she accepted the gesture or not. If not, it might still be there in the snow later when he can pick it up or something like that.

Training, hmm? Musei thought, going up the temple stairs once again. I wonder what kind of training I could do? He stared at the floor, making his way to the temporary room he was in. Once inside, he took off his shirt, folded it, and put it into his pack. Then, he took out the top of the complimentary robes that were neatly folded on his bed. He smiled, noting it's suppleness. Walking back outside, he tried imagining what he looked like. Like a member of the Air Nomads, I imagine. He walked to the other end of the temple, not really looking forward to running into Niima again, for no reason in particular. He found an open plot of ground and stood, a stern frown on his face. Hmm...practicing...what to do.

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After the original shock of hearing Kazuki shout that, he focused himself on the battle, more or less to occupy his mind on Niima, and only Niima.

He found himself flinching, glaring, sighing, and gasping. The earthbender was strong, and yet, he was also chivalrous in a way. Still the fact of the matter was, Niima was pushing herself, and Taizen should put a stop to it, his thoughts were about it, but his body would not stop the fight. Why not? Taikai wasn't.

"Niima, are you gonna keep pushing yourself...?!" Taizen thought with a bit of frustration. He half wanted/expected Niima to just stop bending, and ask the earth bender to forgive her for her wounded, and weakened state and to come back some other time. Of course, the other half of Taizen knew that Niima, despite her protests about him pushing himself was pushing herself. Perhaps she needed to prove her worth? She was indeed worthy, and Taizen could only assume that Niima needed closure of her own, her bending had not helped her family when it had been attacked... And in her battle against Kurai, her bending was even more of a joke. Now she was smiling, tired, but content. It was nice, perhaps Kazuki had somehow helped as well...? she too ventured as far as to push herself, even with a broken arm...

((more later, I must get off comp))

What am I doing wrong? Musei thought, trying to do it again. He thought the same, so why wasn't he getting the same results? There were supposed to be accurate results. Something he could depend on. Another drop of sweat formed on his brow as he tried compacting the air into his hands once again. Again, nothing happened. Concentrate, Musei. You can do this. He physically forced his hands together, trying to compact the air in between as well. Kind of like a seed from which to gather the air around.

It did absolutely nothing. Musei opened his eyes, and wiped the moisture off his head. "Geez." He sighed. "I'm doing something wrong. What is it though?" He was stewing his thoughts now, something that never produced a good result. Maybe it's me. Yeah, it's probably just me. I'm a failure. A dirty, no-good failure. He felt a vein pulse. No. I'm not a failure. No. I'm...I can do this. I CAN DO THIS! He held out his hands, determination lacing every fiber of his being. I WILL do this. He pulled onto the essence that is the wind around him, and brought it to both his hands. He smiled. So I can do this... But, just as he smiled, it went away once again. Rage replaced determination.

DO IT! His face turned a wonderful shade of crimson as he pressured himself internally, no longer focusing on breathing. He didn't care about anything else but making that air bend. Then, he realized something. The reason it wasn't coming to his hands was because it was swirling around him. All that anger had materialized itself into a gust of wind around Musei; wind that was wearing down objects at a frightening pace. He sighed, falling down to his knees. The wind died away, placed back into it's natural flow.

The sweat was really there now, rolling down his forehead freely. He looked at the trees, their stripped branches and bark laying askew on the ground. Oops. Musei thought, rolling down onto his back. That may have been too much.

She gave a small disgruntled at both their attempts at escaping her fussing. Her fingers tightened about the hairpin when she noticed someone was settling to kneel aside her, almost as if she where protecting the most precious thing in the world. Her mismatched eyes settled on Taizen; weary and drawn from, as if someone had yanked the very life from her soul. Why was he smiling? She felt almost betrayed by Taizen and Taikai and they joke about this. Forced to battle against her will and as if they hardly cared she where in such pain.

She gave a silent nod, apparently not in the mood to speak any words. She was actually worried that if she did she might make someone upset and she was hardly in the mood or condition to deal with that. Shifting her legs she accepted Taikai's assistance to stand. Holding the broken hairpiece close she started wobbling towards the temple and to Taizen's room.

Once she was there she moved over to her staff and sank down to sit on the floor, back to the wall. Sighing she shifted the staff to rest on her shoulder and between her legs. Good hand tugged a bit at the long coat Musei gave her, pulling it close as she rested her head against the staff. Where else was she going to sleep? Her bed was occupied by Musei. Not like she minded, her back would kill her when she woke but the rest of her body was already screaming bloody murder, why not just add to it.

Her eyes sank closed somewhat as she clenched the broken hairpin against the staff. She stared forward almost as if she where meditating..or fell asleep with her eyes open.