Arthur wouldn't call himself a good man. Perhaps it was just his nature, the person he was born as forever prevented him from being good. Perhaps it was the world he was raised in: a war struck world where every road to victory was licit.

He knew one thing and it was that he wasn't a good man. He did the Fire Nation's dirty work. Not that he believed in the Fire Nation and their inevitable domination or he was loyal to the nation he was born in...it was because he was a realist, trying to survive.

So that's why he was in the occupied city, ordered by the Fire Lord to stop the rebellions. He blended in with the crowd, carefully scanning the area to find the rebels.

He's been watching this mysterious person for a while, subtly following them to see where they would go to. He kept his distance, not wanting to alert them. The two walked to a secluded area, away from prying eyes and Arthur saw his chance.

With a swift movement, Arthur sent a burst of flames towards you to intimidate you. "Stop right there, darlin'." He spoke with a low tone, sending shivers down your spine. He took a step closer.