For Zuko

Seifer spent a lot of his time sparring. Partly as part of his training and preparations but partly because he just enjoyed it. Whether it was with Zell or Luke or Arya; just the testing of strength, the battle of abilities, the thrill of winning, it all delighted him. Of his regular partners though, perhaps the one he most enjoyed sparring with was Zuko. The other teen was as close to an equal as anyone he'd met since Squall; ambitious, strong, quick and utterly unwilling to either quit or settle for second best.

They were evenly matched in both talent and stubbornness, so their spars tended to be lengthy affairs, dragging on for a while until one or the other managed to gain an advantage.

This one, Seifer thought as he dodged away from his bare chested opponents wicked two sword sweep, was no exception.