[Probably the wrong thing to do when Adora insists on having magic powers is give her an unconvinced uh huh, because by the time Catra's opened her mouth to deliver a snide remark about punching not exactly making her special, Adora's on one knee; and then the ground is exploding around her fist, and. Well.
Catra's not proud of how she's wound up on a roof, fluffed out and bristling, and if a single other person has witnessed this then she's absolutely going to murder Adora.
(At least she can stretch out a leg behind her and kick off the lantern that she can feel grinning at her.)]
Of course I don't wanna go back to that, I never wanted to do it to begin with! [Don't mind the indignant pitch of her tone, Catra's just got to channel the someone just punched a crater into where I was standing adrenaline somewhere. (Never mind that Adora was a few feet away. The ground Catra was standing on still has a crack in it, that's enough for her.) Everything they've been taught about Princesses is firing rapidly through her mind. They're out of control, they abuse their powers recklessly, stay with your squad because if you come across one in the field, your only chance is to overwhelm them with numbers. According to their training, Catra should fall back and regroup before the Princess' wild magic eviscerates her.
She definitely shouldn't be scowling down at her with her bushed tail lashing in agitation.]
Why now, Adora? We could've gotten out of there years ago if that was what you really wanted. And why the Rebellion? Is this all stuff your dinky little sword told you to do?
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Catra's not proud of how she's wound up on a roof, fluffed out and bristling, and if a single other person has witnessed this then she's absolutely going to murder Adora.
(At least she can stretch out a leg behind her and kick off the lantern that she can feel grinning at her.)]
Of course I don't wanna go back to that, I never wanted to do it to begin with! [Don't mind the indignant pitch of her tone, Catra's just got to channel the someone just punched a crater into where I was standing adrenaline somewhere. (Never mind that Adora was a few feet away. The ground Catra was standing on still has a crack in it, that's enough for her.) Everything they've been taught about Princesses is firing rapidly through her mind. They're out of control, they abuse their powers recklessly, stay with your squad because if you come across one in the field, your only chance is to overwhelm them with numbers. According to their training, Catra should fall back and regroup before the Princess' wild magic eviscerates her.
She definitely shouldn't be scowling down at her with her bushed tail lashing in agitation.]
Why now, Adora? We could've gotten out of there years ago if that was what you really wanted. And why the Rebellion? Is this all stuff your dinky little sword told you to do?