How did he always end up here. Out of all the places Zuko travelled, London was by the far the city most ready to put its fists up and throw one into your face. He hadn't been doing anything incriminating and yet he found some guy hauling him by the back of his shirt into a circle of people. One guy was already bleeding.

"Where you going, Freddy Krueger?" The drunk university student crowed. Zuko gritted his teeth knowing a jab at his scar when he heard one. He could feel his temper flaring, and his instinct to melt this assholes face off with a well times burst of fire.

"Get your hands off me!" Zuko snapped, pushing his assailant's hand away and giving him a shove for good measure. Unfortunately for Zuko, he didn't count on his opponent being able to turn around and shove him back as quickly as he does. He lost his balance and went flying. Suddenly that clear escape route for Waver is now filled with a Zuko body falling fast.