Hardly moments after Korra had entered through the portal, she was on alert and a survival knife appeared strapped to her boot. Being a natural fighter and taught survival skills by her father in the South Pole meant Korra was to be tested by combat. With most of her life being nothing but tests of her physical prowess, Korra easily took to the challenge and was following the trail of what would be her opponent.

The jungle meant many dangerous animals would be lurking and waiting to strike, and she intended to strike right back. A mamba passed along the branch over her head and Korra looked up just in time to see it open its mouth to bite her. Korra took in a quick breath and blew out a a piercing wind that sent it flying up through the treetops right before its fangs were on her face.

"...I probably should have tried to catch it." That was a potential waste now that she thought about it.