Hello, good readers.

I've got some news. Book 4: Kombat will be undergoing a COMPLETE rewrite, with a much grander scale and a focus on storytelling as well as fighting. While some of you have enjoyed what I have had to offer, I feel I can give a lot more a second time around. Until the rewritten first chapter of Book 4: Kombat is released, I'll leave the original five chapters up for your viewing pleasure.

And now, I give you what I like to call, "Extracts" which is basically a collection of ideas that I originally had in mind and may still make it in to the rewrite.

Noob kicked Katara in her solar plexus. Hard. The waterbender reeled back, hacking up blood and vomit all over the rough cobblestone floor. Slumping to the floor, Katara yelped as the obsidian wraith tugged her hair, bringing Katara's head to face his own.

Placing his hand over her mouth, a viscous black substance began to ooze from Noob's hand. Katara began to wretch and splutter as the liquid began to fill her throat and mouth.

He was drowning her.

Quan Chi screamed as Azula repeatedly fired lightning into his back, the albino flesh burning and bleeding more and more with every shot. He fell down dead, his back a charred mess. Azula turned to Aang, clutching the severe wound in his side from the necromancer's final attack. Saying nothing, she offered a reluctant hand.

Aang weakly rose with the firebending prodigy's aid, and slowly backed away, trying to find his own footing. He felt weak, spent. There was barely any fight left in him. Aang broke the silence.

"Have –uhhhh- have you seen S-Shang Tsung?"

Aang was answered by a sword plunging into Azula's back, the princess yelling out as the blade penetrated her left lung. Aang could do nothing to stop the flying kick that Shang Tsung delivered to his face.

Smirking, Tsung turned to the collapsed form of Azula, lying in a pool of blood. The princess had pulled out the sword and tossed it to the side. Grasping her by the throat, the sorcerer placed a hand on her chest, drawing it back along with an ethereal emerald mist.

Azula gasped as her life, her memories, her abilities, and everything else that defined her was sucked away. Her bloodless corpse sank back to the gleaming, bloodstained floor.

Shang Tsung let out a triumphant laugh. Until the pain started. Looking down at the sudden discomfort, he let out a cry as a tiny minute blue flame blossomed in his abdomen, spreading with unparalleled speed as it engulfed the screaming shapeshifter completely.

Toph landed a final kick on Kano, the attack sending him sprawling to the ground of the forest. The trees moaned and hollered as the kombat came to a close. The young earthbender grinned.

"That the best you got, metalhead?" Toph jeered.

Kano growled. Spinning up into a ball, he shot at Toph, the minute master yelping as she slammed into the tree at the far end of the clearing. Kano began to strangle her, snarling obscenities.

Toph kicked out roughly. The strike landed firmly in the Black Dragon leader's crotch, Kano yelling out in humiliation and pain. Gasping for breath, Toph tried to get a fix on her enemy, but the trees were giving out so many strange vibrations and –

Something stabbed through Toph's feet.

Screaming louder than she ever had before, Toph collapsed to the ground, hollering and wailing as blood streamed from her feet, impaled with Kano's knives. Kano walked up, and kicked her in the face, adding to the already intense pain.

Pain turned to panic.

Panic turned to anger.

Toph began to repeatedly slam the ground with her hand, sharp spikes of earth shooting up all around them. Kano tried to defend himself from the onslaught, but could do naught against the one spike that came up from behind, impaling him through the heart.

"Can I just…." Ty Lee drifted off, unsure of what to say. Ermac said nothing, flinching as the sakura-clad girl's hands drifted towards his head wrappings. Ty Lee began slowly fumbling with them, attempting to unwrap them. Ermac's hands found hers, taking them off his head.

Ty Lee turned her head away, ashamed. "I-I'm so sorry," she stuttered, red faced. Ermac grasped her hand, the girl looking back in surprise. He raised his hands to his head, and began to slowly unwrap his facial bindings. They fell limply over his shoulders. Ty Lee let out a slight gasp as she saw Ermac's true face.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a head of short spiky black hair, and a small patch of a goatee beard on his chin. The two stared into each other's eyes for a small eternity.

Ermac's eyes widened as Ty Lee slowly brought her head closer to his, her eyes closing little by little. All at once, the controlled chatter of a thousand souls came to a standstill as the girl who he had, just days earlier, telekinetically tossed into a cabbage stand – kissed him.