[Oh, Azula is doing better than that. Her fingerless wooden hands don't give her much grip strength, but when the sudden lurching of the oven sends her sliding toward its front, she doesn't fight it, instead using a jet of flame from the peg-leg to control her movement until she can swing in front of the open oven door, hanging precariously by a single wooden hand-
And using the other hand, she swipes, and the fire flares blue and starts slowly dimming, lower and lower, until the oven- now far slower- manages to buck her off.
She tries to catch herself as she falls, but the lack of legs throws her off and she instead clatters onto her back and bounces across the ground. Well, it's undignified, but at least it didn't hurt much.]
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And using the other hand, she swipes, and the fire flares blue and starts slowly dimming, lower and lower, until the oven- now far slower- manages to buck her off.
She tries to catch herself as she falls, but the lack of legs throws her off and she instead clatters onto her back and bounces across the ground. Well, it's undignified, but at least it didn't hurt much.]