[Stuck somewhere between action and inaction, the young man gapes for too-long, and then narrows his eyes and advances on the other guard. Ripping the crop from his hands, Sokka glares.] This is my criminal to question, right? Back. Off.
[And while the other person remains stiff, after a second they seem to concede without so much as a word, gesturing to Jet and backing away.]
[Sokka turns back to his friend and swallows, the weapon shaking at the end of his hand.] I-if you don't cooperate, you'll get more than that. Got it?
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[And while the other person remains stiff, after a second they seem to concede without so much as a word, gesturing to Jet and backing away.]
[Sokka turns back to his friend and swallows, the weapon shaking at the end of his hand.] I-if you don't cooperate, you'll get more than that. Got it?