The Death Strike

Sancarra/Black Dragon/Fire Nation- Fire Fountain City

Sancarra was feeling good. The general had been named fire lord but he hadn't been informed about what was happening. Slowly but surely Sancarra and the Black Dragon had crept up the islands and taken them over swiftly and silently. Everything was in place. The army was separated and weak, disorganized something that the dragon was preying off of. This general had no idea what was happening and the avatar either. Sancarra had made sure that the city would stay silent of the outside takeover. Nothing coming in or out. This was to easy.

This city would be the last takeover before he hit the capitol itself, an easy feat in the great scheme of things. He looked at the army amassed on the hill overlooking the city the moon shining over it. Sancarra smiled, a rare occurrence. He knew that this slumbering city would be taken in a matter of moments. They had picked out this night in particular to attack, a night of partying for the city. Most the warriors would still be dealing with the hangover effects making them useless. This "battle" would be nothing more than a take over.

Sancarra knew that people thought the fire lord general was the best in the world. But he would be beat before he even had made a move. It was destiny.

Sancarra nodded at his captain and the captain charged down the hill with the entire army following. No one uttered a peep. Complete silence was the order. It was over in half an hour. No casualties, on his side of course, and everything was set. They would strike the capitol, and the capitol would fall.