[ Yang could practically see the calculating wheels turning in her opponent's head, which only fueled her own confidence. She'd seen that look in enough fire benders and martial artists before and during a fight to know what it meant. Yang was sure she had an advantage-- not only was she the kind to fight by the seat of her pants, but she didn't bend fire traditionally. She'd been thrilled to show off her own special brand of moves off in Republic City and the chance came much sooner than she had actually expected.

She stood, stretching with her hands palm up, linked together until her knuckles produces a satisfying crack. ] I better fill up then if we're going to make this happen. I'm going to get some of my own noodles, anyone want anything?