Sokka 16x -

Sokka’s "16x" wasn't a power level or a bending move—it was his ability to see sixteen steps ahead when everyone else was just looking for a fight. He remembered his father, Hakoda, leaving him in charge of the village. Back then, he thought being a warrior was about the biggest club. Now, he knew it was about the sharpest mind.

Sokka didn't look up. "Thirteen variables, Zuko. If the wind shifts north, our glider approach is scrubbed. If the guards rotate at 0400 instead of 0415, Toph will be out of position." Sokka 16x

The moon was full, a silver coin hanging over the Fire Nation ship they had commandeered. Sokka stood at the helm, not with a bending ability, but with a piece of charcoal and a frayed map. At fifteen, he was no longer just the boy from the Southern Water Tribe who threw boomerangs at snow flurries; he was the tactical heart of Team Avatar. Sokka’s "16x" wasn't a power level or a

"You're overthinking it," Zuko’s voice rasped from the shadows of the deck. Now, he knew it was about the sharpest mind