Adora's ears perk up at the sounds of rustling and crashing not far ahead, and immediately she's running towards them-- but then there's another set of noises, grass crunching and heavy breaths coming from behind her, and she whips around just as Adam grabs her wrist.

"Adora! Boy, you run fast-- Didn't you hear me? You gotta get away from here, this part of the woods can be dangerous!"

"What?" Her mouth slackens, eyes growing wide. She's been so focused on Catra, she didn't even notice she was followed. "But," she gestures deeper into the woods, "but Catra's--"

As if on cue, Catra comes charging in, leaping from branch to branch overhead. Adora's brief surge of relief is quickly swallowed by panic as a booming quake runs through the earth, and Catra loses her grip and nearly tumbles to the ground.

"There she is! You gotta grab her and let's go!"

"Why, what's out there?" She glances anxiously from him to Catra's rapidly approaching form, followed by Melog.

"Catra, what happened? What are you--"

The boom is followed by a second, then a third. And the creature emerges from among the trees, as tall as the canopy, huge and ancient and angry.

Oh.

She's running from that.

"We've really! Got! To get outta here!" Adam's voice is growing shrill. "And possibly evacuate the village! It looks mad!"

"No no, I can handle it! You and Catra get somewhere safe!"

"You-- you want to fight it? Adora, that's crazy, there's no way--"

But she's already summoned her sword from its perch over her arm, thrusting it skyward as she cries out the familiar words:

"For the honor of Grayskull!"

She-ra's magic washes over her, and she charges into battle, ready to set this whole mess right.