“Mike…I think we quelled it.”

Mike looked over to Bryan, he was honestly puzzled at the whole scene below them. The Kataanger’s had pushed back the Zutara war machine and were now holding their ground.

“But Bryan…shouldn’t this be getting worse?”

Bryan smiled. He was proud of what they had done. They had both agreed to let the Kataang ship win. It was more or less a blood oath that they had taken at the beginning of the wars. They made it right after the infamous Zutara tree incident.

“No, we have made the Zutarian’s regret what they have chosen. They now see the Kataang light.”

Brian looked down from the balcony, but to his horror he could see a single figure creating a rift through the Kataang shippers.

“Mike, where did M. Night Shyamalan go?”

Mike quickly turned around frantically looking for the man.  

“Aw crap.”

Both Mike and Bryan looked over the balcony to see who it was down there. To both of their horrors it was him. He was down there. He was there.

“Oh dear God, what have we done to deserve this?” Mike and Bryan said at the same time.

Then M. Night Looked up to them from the battle ground with a wicked smile. He had not only the Zutara troops behind him, but the Taang, the Matara, the Zuko harem, the Kazula, the Sokkla, the Ty Lokka, and the Itzula ship. Why the Itzula ship was there they had no idea, but they were still there.

He had parted the sea of victorious shippers. He was still smiling as he raised a hand to quite his troops.

“Gentlemen, ladies…Mike and Bryan. Please, let the wars commence!”

Papers started to fall down from the sky. One landed near Mike’s feet. He picked it up tentatively. He looked at it, and then he looked over to Bryan.

With a pale expression he said…

“July 2, 2010.”