Jalika nodded, with her crooked smile and unsteady demeanor.  She reached into her silk robe as the "master of this dojo" began to bend lightning.  From a pocket, she produced a handful of powder, and she dropped it into the air, and then blew a mighty gust to send it flying in a stream to the east.  

"C'mon then, Avatar 'Li'," she said to the young man with a giggle.  She gestured for him to walk in front, as they began at a trot to move west.  

She felt a vibration in the air through her bare scalp, and knew a projectile was incoming.  Something cold, she could feel.  She stumbled forward, tripping and falling to her left side as her right arm swung up wildly.  It bent the air in an arc, redirecting a spike of ice that the approaching benders had sent their direction.  The entire set of movements looked quite accidental, and she didn't acknowledge the defensive move as she collected herself clumsily from the ground and pushed Masaru in the small of the back, urging him forward.  

"Go, go, what are you waiting for?"