[Catra watches, every muscle in her body tensed, as the giant her best friend's become bends and places the sword on the ground. It's buried in the fog immediately, its blue glow shining eerily through.
The moment Adora's hands are raised, Catra steps forward -- and kicks the sword, sending it skittering away on the paved road.
It doesn't make a bit of difference.]
I'm not freaking out! [Her traitor tail is bushed, and the fur on her hackles is completely raised, and her hair has risen and her voice has pitched up--- okay, maybe she's freaking out a little.] --And why are you so okay with this?! You've been gone for -- for a day, and now you've found a freaky sword that talks to you and turns you into this?!
[do you understand where she's coming from, adora.]
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The moment Adora's hands are raised, Catra steps forward -- and kicks the sword, sending it skittering away on the paved road.
It doesn't make a bit of difference.]
I'm not freaking out! [Her traitor tail is bushed, and the fur on her hackles is completely raised, and her hair has risen and her voice has pitched up--- okay, maybe she's freaking out a little.] --And why are you so okay with this?! You've been gone for -- for a day, and now you've found a freaky sword that talks to you and turns you into this?!
[do you understand where she's coming from, adora.]