[As soon as she's satisfied Anya's on the same page, Azula's already moving without another word.
As she swivels her tiny wooden arms around, electricity crackles around the wooden nub-hands. When she throws one hand forward, a bolt of lightning jumps from her hand and strikes the massive living oven's... 'face.'
Well, it didn't do much damage, but that certainly got her attention. The witch-oven immediately comes for her, and despite her stiff wooden body right now, she's doing a pretty good job of staying mobile and avoiding it.]
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As she swivels her tiny wooden arms around, electricity crackles around the wooden nub-hands. When she throws one hand forward, a bolt of lightning jumps from her hand and strikes the massive living oven's... 'face.'
Well, it didn't do much damage, but that certainly got her attention. The witch-oven immediately comes for her, and despite her stiff wooden body right now, she's doing a pretty good job of staying mobile and avoiding it.]