Alright so this was so so hard for me to type. Like I made an article for my top 5 Azula moments, I wanted to make one for my least favorites. Everyone knows I love her so it was so hard to pick least favorites, I really did have to pick my brain on this one. This is like Noglosia Critic's picking the worst of the best.
1. Along the same lines I didn't like seeing her fight Mai and Ty-Lee in the Boiling Rock. I suppose this is more of a scene with Azula that I don't like more than an Azula moment. That trio was a fabulous trio and it is a darn shame that it came to and end. I also feel like...
So on this one poll 'who would win a fight to the death' I kind of went on this rant as to why I thought Azula would win. And I thought I'd put it in article form.
First and foremost, the obvious; Azula has Blue fire (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. And metalbending is not unique to Toph. Others have done it before and (in Toph's case) after. Plus Katara can only do it during the full moon whereas Azula's blue fire and lighting are present at all times. And she is very skilled...
I honestly can't quite say why I love this so much. Honestly I think this episode as a whole was good for Azula. This is when she finally makes the big reveal to Aang that she's Zuko's sister. And she doesn't do it in this cliche, typical, 'I am your father' kind of way. She does it in this 'yup I'm totally the younger sibling' way. And I love it, it's hilarious. It's unique to her. And it was very good for characterization.
4. Her "I'm a pretty good liar" speech
Again I love this because it was just so witty and funny. "I am a 400 foot tall purple platypus...
Azula gazed into the flickering flame of the candle; it was the only light in the room. She sought comfort in it. The way it danced on the wick had a calming effect.
A slow and drawling sway.
Azula closed her eyes and let the smell of smoke—tainted with berry—tickle her nose. One breath after another. Slow. Steady.
She opened them once more. She flicked her finger in the direction of the flame, it dimmed to a shade of familiar blue and sputtered. She flicked her finger again setting the flame a flutter. She rested her arms upon the table, and her head upon her arms.