[It's one step backwards, and then another, and then another; Catra's numb feet carrying her automatically away from the giant who's standing where Adora just was.
She doesn't even hear her name being called, not really. One arm raises protectively in front of her chest when the towering... towering person moves her sword. But it's not the strike that Catra's alert instincts are insisting it'll be, and one ear swivels forward hesitantly, her raised fur bristling further when it's Adora's voice that registers over the shocked pounding of her heart.
The sword. It's the sword. Catra's eyes flick to it with the confirmation, fixating on the blue gem glowing with the same light as - Adora's? - eyes. The rest of the explanation falls by the wayside, the most important information having been received. It's the sword that's the problem. It spoke to Adora, put words in her head, and -- Catra doesn't know how magic works, exactly, but she's pretty sure she needs to get that thing away from her best friend, before whatever this is goes any further.]
Adora-- [her voice wavers when she finds it, and Catra doesn't have time to correct it.] --Doesn't any of that sound weird to you? [there goes her tail, curling anxiously by her ankles.] Swords don't talk to people. Just -- put it down, okay? And we'll figure out what it's doing to you.
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She doesn't even hear her name being called, not really. One arm raises protectively in front of her chest when the towering... towering person moves her sword. But it's not the strike that Catra's alert instincts are insisting it'll be, and one ear swivels forward hesitantly, her raised fur bristling further when it's Adora's voice that registers over the shocked pounding of her heart.
The sword. It's the sword. Catra's eyes flick to it with the confirmation, fixating on the blue gem glowing with the same light as - Adora's? - eyes. The rest of the explanation falls by the wayside, the most important information having been received. It's the sword that's the problem. It spoke to Adora, put words in her head, and -- Catra doesn't know how magic works, exactly, but she's pretty sure she needs to get that thing away from her best friend, before whatever this is goes any further.]
Adora-- [her voice wavers when she finds it, and Catra doesn't have time to correct it.] --Doesn't any of that sound weird to you? [there goes her tail, curling anxiously by her ankles.] Swords don't talk to people. Just -- put it down, okay? And we'll figure out what it's doing to you.