"Look alive, men!" Barked a weathered old man, age apparent on his battle hardened face. Many would agree that the man had accomplished many risky tasks to get to where he was now. And here he was, again, risking his life to commandeer an army of amateur warriors against the single most powerful force in the entire world. He never said his job was easy, but someone had to do it. Tonight was a better night than any to charge head first to their deaths. Solemn expressions lined the faces of many, worry wrinkling in their rain-covered brows. Tonight was the night of the waning moon, an important night in history for every water bender in existence. It has been rumored that General Zhao of the Fire Nation was going to slay the Great Moon Spirit, a powerful spirit whose very life held the power of every water bender worldwide. It would be a very grim day indeed if either spirit Tui or La were to ever fall into the wrong hands.
Rain battered down in heavy pelts, crashing against the sea as the general's vessel waded on in the watery comfort of choppy ocean waves. Soldiers stood erect and on edge, bracing themselves for a possible encounter with an enemy ship. With the exception, of course, of the general's most troubling student. While he portrayed much potential in training, many would agree that he lacked the ability to concentrate on the task at hand. The young man very rarely took anything seriously, causing many headaches for the old man. Yawning sleepily, the man clapped the general on the shoulder in playful jest, smiling as he copied the general's actions in a mocking manner. "Lighten up, you old grump!" he guffawed, leaning against a post to hold himself upright. The general eyed the man angrily, indignantly removing his massive bear hand to a more suitable location. "Kovuh, now is not the time to be in such high spirits!" The general bellowed, voice stern and contemptuous as he tried to pacify the raucous water bender before him.
"Now is as good a time as any!" Kovuh quibbled, arms crossed and lips pursed. Hard blue eyes trained on the vexed general as the old man stumbled forward and pointed an accusatory finger in the detrimental bender's face. Kovuh had half a mind to bite the old man's finger, but something in the back of his mind told him that he would live to regret such a feat. "And why would someone as naive as you think something as preposterous as that?" He demanded, face turning a reddish pink as his anger flared ever higher. "Because, General Ahote, might as well get a few laughs in before we die. Am I right, gentlemen?"