The campfire crackled softly, its warm glow casting flickering shadows on the faces of Team Avatar. Everyone seemed to be in an unspoken truce tonight, quietly eating their rations and taking comfort in the rare moment of peace. The rich orange light danced across their skin, glimmered in their eyes — a fleeting peace in a world at war.

Except for Katara.

Her piercing blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, stayed fixed on Zuko as he sat across the flames. He was speaking softly to Aang about firebending techniques, but Katara barely heard him. The tension coiled inside her chest like a spring, wound tighter with every word that fell from his lips.

When Aang excused himself to retrieve something from Appa's saddle, Katara saw her moment. She stood gracefully — yet with a threatening resolve — letting the glow illuminate her form. The silhouette it cast against nearby rocks seemed taller, more formidable, emphasizing her maturity and confidence. The light glimmered across her generous K-cup chest — a dramatic curve beneath her Water Tribe parka — adding an aura of power and presence to her already intimidating figure.

With deliberate steps, ignoring the nervous glances from nearby members of Team Avatar, Katara crossed the short distance to where Zuko sat. The crackling flames seemed to illuminate not just her form, but the raw, protective rage that flowed through her.

"You might have everyone else here buying your transformation," she said quietly, icy and piercing, "but you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past." Her tone was firm, purposeful — a warrior's vow masked by a woman's softness. "So let me tell you something right now…"

She paused, letting silence weigh heavy between them, letting Zuko appreciate just how serious — how dangerous — her warning was.

"You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath yet laced with pure venom. "And you won't have to worry about your destiny anymore… because I will make sure your destiny ends… right then and there… permanently."

For a moment, Katara remained there, letting her piercing gaze, her powerful form — from her piercing blue eyes to her generous K-cup silhouette — and the icy resolve in her words hang in the air. The silence seemed thick enough to cut with a blade.

Then, without another word, without a backwards glance, she turned and walked away, letting the movement of her hair, the sway of her hips, and the dramatic silhouette of her form slowly disappear into the shadows — a warrior, a guardian, a woman who would do whatever it took to protect those she cared about.