Sokka about fell over as he stumbled into the smithy, seething as he felt the sting at his side. For a moment, the couch looked inviting. He could ditch them, let them handle it, and be fine. Except he knew that he couldn't. It was not that his friends were in danger, it was that he was in danger. He suspected Pride liked his secret and would be willing to kill the four of them and use the ensuing week to plot his next move. No, his best shot was to take Pride down now, while two of his most powerful friends were still alive to help him. So, he buried the pain, and made his way into the workshop. He kept most of his stash of explosives at home, but he always had a few here, just in case, tucked away safely. He retrieved his sling of bombs and raced back outside.

They were still alive. Wlel, that was good. With Aang and Korra's back to him, he took advantage of the moment to let loose a flash bomb on the ground between them. With any luck, it wouldn't blind them, though Winry might not be so lucky. That didn't matter, she wasn't in the fight anyway.

The moment the light flashed, he shielded his own eyes and called out.

"BURY HIM!"