[It's a relief to encounter someone who has fighting spirit. No offense to the other displaced people of this place, but Sokka has only met one other warrior so far, and he therefore went into this fight feeling like he was going to have to do a lot of protecting, especially since the guy who's supposed to be his parental figure is in here somewhere. He keeps imagining him standing around, possibly trying to hide behind people, not picking up any weapons — and he feels responsible for that, like it's his job to find and protect him, because who else will?
Thankfully, she is quick on her feet (and with ducking), and that's what gives Sokka the confidence to yell:]
Let me try something first! [She's right, but Sokka wants to be absolutely certain the mannequins can't be stopped before he retreats. He dives for his boomerang, snatches it, and then pounces on the mannequin she knocked down.] Cover me!
[He swings his boomerang downward with all his might, sharpened edge sinking into its plastic neck. He can't waste too much time trying to decapitate it, since there are more mannequins advancing on them, but he has to at least try, and so he yanks his boomerang free and then strikes downward again.]
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Thankfully, she is quick on her feet (and with ducking), and that's what gives Sokka the confidence to yell:]
Let me try something first! [She's right, but Sokka wants to be absolutely certain the mannequins can't be stopped before he retreats. He dives for his boomerang, snatches it, and then pounces on the mannequin she knocked down.] Cover me!
[He swings his boomerang downward with all his might, sharpened edge sinking into its plastic neck. He can't waste too much time trying to decapitate it, since there are more mannequins advancing on them, but he has to at least try, and so he yanks his boomerang free and then strikes downward again.]