A flurry of Ty Lee flew above Azula as the two girls made their way across the line pulling the prison's gondola along. The princess stopped her pursuit for a split second to watch the acrobat, her chest tightening with an unfamiliar feeling. Outwardly, she gave a cold smirk, and rocketed herself towards the contraption that held her traitorous brother and his peasant companions. While shooting to them, she couldn't help but sneak another glance at Ty Lee. Her feet were pounding the line with deadly accuracy, arms spread behind her like pointed wings. The grace of the girl was breathtaking. Azula felt the tightening again, but she carelessly shoved it away, writing it off as anticipation of the imminent battle. When she landed on the gondola, she locked eyes with the pink clad girl. Ty Lee gave a little nod, and Azula let the strange feelings flow out in her cleansing cobalt fire.