The picture of tightly controlled rage, Azula slowly turned around to face the five (slightly terrified) soldiers. She casually ran a finger along the scorched footboard of her bed. When she spoke, her voice was dangerously calm.

"Interesting how they sent five of you to control one delusional, out-of-control woman. I'd think that would be a bit excessive, wouldn't you?"

One of the guards swallowed nervously. "Your highness-" Azula interrupted.

"Strange then, isn't it, that despite your obvious advantage, she still managed to escape." A smoldered portion of the wood crumbled under her grip.

The same guard spoke up again. "Your highness, she-"

"I don't care what she did!" Azula snarled. "You were hand-selected, by the Fire Lord himself, to serve as palace guards because of your supposed ability to take control of any emergency situation- an ability that you spectacularly failed to show today." She took a long, hard look at the five soon-to-be-former members of the palace guard. "Report to Fire Lord Ozai immediately. He'll decide what to do with you."

Calmly, Azula turned away from the exiting guards, walked over to the window (stepping over the debris from the collapsed canopy of her bed as she did so), and shut it.

OOC: Ah... that's because I'm an idiot. It's bendtomywill. :)