Jun congratulated himself on not flinching as a sharp bit of earth – was that an arrow? – embedded itself in the wall next to his ear. Perhaps his reflexes were dulled by the drink, and that was why he hadn't heard the kid coming. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the lack of sleep that drew him into believing that Lelan was safe. Even so, Jun's hand dropped down to the hilt of his sword and slide it out of its sheath with a quiet click. His teeth were bared in a snarl... he had long since decided that he wasn't above murder...

Then he blinked abruptly, cloudy amber eyes clearing and further adjusting to the darkness so he could actually see. He was sure, even before he managed to make out the features of his assailant, that it wasn't someone old or powerful. An earthbender, a young one, judging from the ringing in his ears from the youthful voice, was attacking him. Wasn't that just grand.

[i]Kids these days.[/i] His uncle would've had his head if he tried to rob someone, even from whatever prison or grave he's stuck in. "Listen, uh, brat," Jun said, sword sliding back into place with his hands up in the air. He took a tentative step forward. "You don't want to do this."

In a flash he reached out to grab the easiest article of clothing the kid had on – his shirt, as it was in this case – while a leg swung out in attempt to separate the earthbender from his medium, the ground.