She heard him before she saw him. The sound of plants being brushed past was almost lost in the pitter patter of the rain.

But Azula had trained her entire life for the first arena she was in. Some skills never faded.

Trying to judge best where he would be coming from she prepared her bear trap. But to set it would require her to...leave the safety of her tree and be rained upon.

The thought alone pulled tight on her stomach till the knots it had been tied in were extra tight and small.

Taking a deep breath she launched herself into the wet and had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in frustration and fury. Her throat began to close up and she had to keep her mind focused.

You can breath! You can breath. There's plenty of air.

But the cool slick bullets of water soaking into her hair and clothes felt like they were slowing her down. Before she knew it she was at the location she had eye balled and set the trap, making a desperate scramble to return to the tree. The entire affair took place in the space of a few moments but to Azula it felt like hours.

Hopefully the rainfall had drown out any sound she made in the process.

Now, curled into a ball with only her rope and a few sharp sticks she watched and waited.