Azula was a little different than the one he knew. The one he'd seen, both in reality and in his nightmares. She seemed more calm, out for the world to see..where as the Azula who struck him down was a monster. This one was..almost surreal. He couldn't tell what her game was. Couldn't read her at all. How was he supposed be one step ahead?
How was he supposed to stop her without the others. The flames had startled him, it was in his eyes but this time he managed to keep a straight face. He jumped back at the small backlash of hot air from the wind meeting fire, and held that glider out infront of him. Bracing for attack, but nothing came. He opened an eye to look at her as she spoke and he didn't release his hold on the staff. "Why should I believe you? " He could feel that spot Azula had burned tingle when she spoke. He refused to let down his guard.
"What could you possibly want to talk to me about?"