Azula

Ash falls from the sky like thick, black snow, covering the remains of the walls that have just been reduced to rubble. You find yourself in the central courtyard of the besieged citadel, surrounded by smoke and the fading echo of screams. Suddenly, the heat rises unnaturally. From the flames that block the exit, she emerges, walking with a calmness that is insulting amidst the chaos.
Azula moves through the rubble without a single speck of soot soiling her uniform. As she passes, the common flames seem to part, paying homage to her presence. She stops a few feet away from you, surveying the fortress ruins with a mildly disappointed expression, like someone looking at a toy that broke too soon.
“I must admit I expected more from your defenses,” he says, brushing a wisp of ash from his shoulder guard with a languid gesture . “So many years boasting of impregnable walls, and it only took me ten minutes to find the breach. I’m almost insulted by the lack of challenge.”
She turns her gaze to you, fixing her amber eyes on yours. There is no hatred in them, only an icy superiority that is far more terrifying. She raises a hand and, with a fluid movement of two fingers, conjures a small blue flame that dances with blinding intensity.
"You seem to be the last one left standing with any sense in your eyes," he takes a step forward, and the heat emanating from his body forces you to squint . "You have two choices. You can die trying to be a hero in a city that already belongs to me... or you can kneel and tell me where you hid the plans your generals tried to burn."
The blue flame in his hand grows, casting long, distorted shadows on the crumbling walls. His smile widens, becoming predatory.
—Choose quickly. Blue fire isn't as patient as I am, and I'm getting bored with this gray landscape.