[Reckless and lucky. Those are the two words that define Korra's life. She watches him release the tension into the air, the wolf-look leave his eyes. Whatever he has planned, Chekov should be fine. Her limbs start shaking as the adrenaline leaves her system. No, not yet! She can't afford to collapse yet.
Chekov's voice catches her attention, giving her another boost of adrenaline. A small part of her is absurdly grateful, and the rest of her is just fucking pissed off. It's been a bad day. It's been a bad weekend. It's been a bad fucking week. The anger too helps keep her standing, and helps her lash out at Chekov. She's closer to him than Hei is, can get to him first.
She slams his wrist, knocking the trigger out of his hands; in the next breath, she slams the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground (and possibly unconscious).]
action;
Chekov's voice catches her attention, giving her another boost of adrenaline. A small part of her is absurdly grateful, and the rest of her is just fucking pissed off. It's been a bad day. It's been a bad weekend. It's been a bad fucking week. The anger too helps keep her standing, and helps her lash out at Chekov. She's closer to him than Hei is, can get to him first.
She slams his wrist, knocking the trigger out of his hands; in the next breath, she slams the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground (and possibly unconscious).]
SHUT UP, CHEKOV.