At least one of them got the message. Korra didn't want to burn anybody, but if they were going to try and pin her down, she was going to do something about it. The small one meant business- that metal hand of his was coming in for another attack, which Korra lifted a forearm to block. She grunted painfully at the contact, the boy's arm far stronger than hers, which caved under the impact. She didn't doubt that he'd just fractured it.

In spite of the blossoming pain in her arm, Korra put full force behind the fire in her throat, shooting it at Edward. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she needed to get off the ground if she wanted some kind of chance. But first, she needed to get this freak off her.