Korra-Kouples

Buffy Summers stood in the centre of the lamp-lit training hall, her sweat-soaked body reflecting the light off of her skin, making it appear more tanned than usual. On the other side of the hall, smirking in that oh-so competitive manner which the Slayer had become accustomed to seeing since her arrival in Republic City, was Avatar Korra, simply goading the shorter girl into striking back. ”Hey, Buffy!” Korra shouted right up from behind the blonde woman’s head, startling her to leap off of the couch, dropping the book she’d been reading to the floor with a hard FLOP. “Whoa, hey! Korra, don’t do that!” She’d noticed Korra did love to jump up out of the blue since she’d arrived at the Sato Manor. It took a little getting used to, and if you weren’t fully in tune with your surroundings, Slayer senses didn’t make all that much of a difference. “Sorry, just wanted to see if you’d be down for a little sparring match with me?” The Avatar was dressed in training gear and looking keen