Suki was next to their camp, stretching to practice her martial arts.
Suki can help! Plus, I wouldn’t mind the view… Sokka thought with a grin. He approached the gargantuan warrior, unaware that the boy she admired was now little more than a speck before her. She was dressed in a simple green undershirt and matching pants, having forgone the traditional Kyoshi makeup and removing her boots. Sokka stopped in front of her bare feet, her soles rising like towers in front of him. He had to crane his neck all the way back to even see her toes.
Pheeew! She’s already working up a sweat, the smell is even worse at this size! Sokka though, grimacing. He leaned away from her foot, but knew he’d have to suck it up if he wanted help.
Here goes! Sokka began pressing his hand into her heel. It was surprisingly soft for the foot of a fighter, but his touch went unnoticed. He began using both hands, pressing harder, but to no avail. He tried banging his fists, kicking and eventually shoving his whole body weight into the sole, but all he got was a bit of toe twitching.
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