Before anything else is stated I want it to be known that I do love both Azula and Zuko; so no this isn't gonna be a Zuko hate/bash Zuko article.
So instead of getting straight into the actual matter of the agni kai, I'd like to go over why I think Azula in general is مزید powerful than Zuko. This I will post from an older مضمون (so if آپ read this one آپ may as well just scroll down lol); First and foremost, the obvious; Azula has Blue آگ کے, آگ (supposedly hotter than any other fire) on the show. This is something unique to Azula and Azula alone. Where as Bloodbending is not unique to Katara....
So after a long while I decided I'd make an مضمون discussing my general take on a few of the most common reasons users say they hate Kataang. Before getting into any of that I'm not trying to get anyone to change their opinion nor am I trying to stir anything up. But feel free to debate and give your own opinions.
So the first thing I see a lot is; Aang is way too old for Katara.
I personally believe that Aang is only 12; he is physically and mentally so. This would make him only 2 years younger than Katara. Whereas Zuko is about 17 making him 3 years older than Katara. So really if anyone...
Kataang یا Zutara, we’re all here because we like one یا another. I myself, am on the Kataang side. So I decided to share why in one neat little article. Some parts are taken from my other article.
Why I Like Kataang
First and foremost, I like goofy, light hearted romance مزید than I do a serious and mature one. I like things that will make me laugh, something that isn’t full of angst and melancholy. Aang and Katara have مزید of a cute and fun relationship. Don’t get me wrong Kataang has it’s mature moments; such as the moments mentioned in the paragraph below. I don’t think a ship...
Another burning sensation fired its way, white-hot, up and down Azula’s body. It was as if she’d accidently set her own body aflame. She clutched her blankets tightly and bit her cheek, so not to cry out.
Her skin felt moist and clammy, her strength seeming to trickle out with each bead of sweat—leaving her with a contradicting cold sensation. A feeling of emptiness, as if her own flame was flickering out. Slowly and agonizingly.
Despite her best efforts, a small whimper slid through her parted lips.