With difficulty, he raised his hand and slid his mask off, a small trickle of blood falling from the corners of his mouth. Noatak looked up at the girl, kneeling beside him and sobbing quietly, looking at the damage she had inflicted. "Avatar Korra… it has been a pleasure fighting you…" ((Amorra one-shot I suppose))
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With difficulty, he raised his hand and slid his mask off, a small trickle of blood falling from the corners of his mouth. Noatak looked up at the girl, kneeling beside him and sobbing quietly, looking at the damage she had inflicted. "Avatar Korra… it has been a pleasure fighting you…" ((Amorra one-shot I suppose))