Of course that's what she's running from, Adora. When else have you ever known Catra to run away from something?!
(Other than feelings, that is.)
"Get down!" She snaps at Adam, flying past Adora as her sword is thrust into the air. She collides with the idiot blond (--the male one, not the one about to save her ass) and manages to tackle him despite her slight weight; digging claws into his stupid over-compensatory muscles indiscriminately as they tumble along the ground.
"Adora--!!" He tries to struggle, but his overt strength is not and never will be a match for Horde training. Catra's always played dirty, but she tries to find her fighting manners as she wrestles him; slipping and twisting out of his grips until she's successfully trapped him in a hammerlock hold, her claws digging dangerously into the back of his neck.
"Shut up and stay down," she hisses at him. The glowing embers of Melog's magic flare into life around them, and they disappear from sight. (What a way to make an impression on her girlfriend's family.)
She knows the moment he realizes what's going on by the way he stills and goes slack-jawed, staring at what the flash of gold light has left behind. She-Ra stands there, tall and radiating with power, and Catra tries to remember that she's upset about something.
(It's hard, okay, to focus on things like that when Adora is. Like That.)
The tree-creature slams a flat trunk of an arm on the ground, sending forest litter flying and shaking the trees. Catra feels the ground vibrate through Adam's body, and is just glad she's not the one being rocked by it. (She should feel bad, probably, that he's bearing both her weight and the rattling of his bones. She might care later. Maybe. Probably not.)
Its single eye shakes, rolling in the tight socket of bark and bracken, trying to find the small creature that had so rudely scratched into its face. Failing that, its eye slides to focus on She-Ra. Despite her faith in her partner, Catra still tenses as the creature raises its giant leg and swings it down to land where the radiant woman stands, mud and crushed detritus following in its wake. She will never get used to seeing Adora do this.
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(Other than feelings, that is.)
"Get down!" She snaps at Adam, flying past Adora as her sword is thrust into the air. She collides with the idiot blond (--the male one, not the one about to save her ass) and manages to tackle him despite her slight weight; digging claws into his stupid over-compensatory muscles indiscriminately as they tumble along the ground.
"Adora--!!" He tries to struggle, but his overt strength is not and never will be a match for Horde training. Catra's always played dirty, but she tries to find her fighting manners as she wrestles him; slipping and twisting out of his grips until she's successfully trapped him in a hammerlock hold, her claws digging dangerously into the back of his neck.
"Shut up and stay down," she hisses at him. The glowing embers of Melog's magic flare into life around them, and they disappear from sight. (What a way to make an impression on her girlfriend's family.)
She knows the moment he realizes what's going on by the way he stills and goes slack-jawed, staring at what the flash of gold light has left behind. She-Ra stands there, tall and radiating with power, and Catra tries to remember that she's upset about something.
(It's hard, okay, to focus on things like that when Adora is. Like That.)
The tree-creature slams a flat trunk of an arm on the ground, sending forest litter flying and shaking the trees. Catra feels the ground vibrate through Adam's body, and is just glad she's not the one being rocked by it. (She should feel bad, probably, that he's bearing both her weight and the rattling of his bones. She might care later. Maybe. Probably not.)
Its single eye shakes, rolling in the tight socket of bark and bracken, trying to find the small creature that had so rudely scratched into its face. Failing that, its eye slides to focus on She-Ra. Despite her faith in her partner, Catra still tenses as the creature raises its giant leg and swings it down to land where the radiant woman stands, mud and crushed detritus following in its wake. She will never get used to seeing Adora do this.