Adora reels from the pain for a moment-- a moment that could've cost her a lot more than cuts across her arms, had Catra not swooped in to save her. Her chest swells with adoration, instinctively, before the gravity of the situation comes crashing back around her and snuffs it out.

"I'm not attacking the eye!" Though she had to learn her lesson the hard way, she is, at least, much sharper and more alert in her movements now, careful not to let her guard down as she evades the next barrage of blows. Her sword, for now, has taken the form of a shield. "Get down from there, you're just making it angrier!"