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Beila shows up for her next lesson the following afternoon, having gotten some ocean-wading practice in that morning, and wearing one of her new firebending outfits (white sleeveless shirt, snug blue leggings, hair braided back; she looks more water than fire like this, but that's just cosmetic.)
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And down to the practice room they go.
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He shows her several more different strikes, coaching her patiently on each one, and has her demonstrate each of them repeatedly in various sequences.
"The point here is to get comfortable with the element," he reminds her. "Pay attention to what it's telling you. Get used to how it feels, and figure out how that relates to how it behaves. Doesn't have to be all at once, but that's what we're aiming for here. And speaking of aim, you keep drifting left with that kick. Try it again."
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"One more time?"
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