Adora's reflexes are quick enough to save her from being flattened like a pancake, but the thing is so huge that jumping over it proves impossible-- instead, she finds herself landing on its back beside Catra, and clinging frantically on to the bark.
"A good time for what, Catra?!" It's too big, too heavy, and already picking up too much momentum for her to have any hopes of succeeding as a human barricade. And that's assuming she could even get down from here. Big assumption.
Sucking in a breath and filtering it out through her teeth, she's able to work up the focus to shoot light beams through her sword. She uses them to slice through as many trees as she can, as far as she can aim, and by some stroke of miracle they all collapse in time, right in the middle of their path-- terrifyingly close to the village entrance, but safe.
The creature howls, wails, struggles against the barrier. Adora, able to catch her breath at last. places both hands flat against its back and leans in close.
"Shh, it's okay," she murmurs against the wounded, oozing bark, gently stroking the unscarred spots in attempt to soothe. "We're not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm going to make it all better."
Closing her eyes, Adora reaches for the magic swirling inside her chest, channels it towards her palms; a golden glow gathers beneath them, slowly spreading outwards, seeping into the cracks in the creature's wood-skin. She feels it grow calm and still beneath her, and with a sigh of relief, she pushes the magic out farther. It spills out into the woods, healing the marred ground, reviving the fallen trees.
They caused a lot of damage, Adora notes with a bitter pang of guilt. She urges more and more magic out of herself, until her fingertips are trembling, and then more, the quaking spreading up her arms. By the time the woods and the creature are healed, she feels dizzy and weightless, like a glass bottle emptied wholly of its contents. She-ra slips away, leaving behind plain old Adora, who sags limply against Catra, and clings onto her arm as the pacified beast lowers them to the ground.
And, given a moment to gather her bearings, Adora looks around... to see every single person in the village staring at her with eyes the size of dinner plates.
"... Um. Hi." She swallows. "Really sorry about that."
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"A good time for what, Catra?!" It's too big, too heavy, and already picking up too much momentum for her to have any hopes of succeeding as a human barricade. And that's assuming she could even get down from here. Big assumption.
Sucking in a breath and filtering it out through her teeth, she's able to work up the focus to shoot light beams through her sword. She uses them to slice through as many trees as she can, as far as she can aim, and by some stroke of miracle they all collapse in time, right in the middle of their path-- terrifyingly close to the village entrance, but safe.
The creature howls, wails, struggles against the barrier. Adora, able to catch her breath at last. places both hands flat against its back and leans in close.
"Shh, it's okay," she murmurs against the wounded, oozing bark, gently stroking the unscarred spots in attempt to soothe. "We're not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm going to make it all better."
Closing her eyes, Adora reaches for the magic swirling inside her chest, channels it towards her palms; a golden glow gathers beneath them, slowly spreading outwards, seeping into the cracks in the creature's wood-skin. She feels it grow calm and still beneath her, and with a sigh of relief, she pushes the magic out farther. It spills out into the woods, healing the marred ground, reviving the fallen trees.
They caused a lot of damage, Adora notes with a bitter pang of guilt. She urges more and more magic out of herself, until her fingertips are trembling, and then more, the quaking spreading up her arms. By the time the woods and the creature are healed, she feels dizzy and weightless, like a glass bottle emptied wholly of its contents. She-ra slips away, leaving behind plain old Adora, who sags limply against Catra, and clings onto her arm as the pacified beast lowers them to the ground.
And, given a moment to gather her bearings, Adora looks around... to see every single person in the village staring at her with eyes the size of dinner plates.
"... Um. Hi." She swallows. "Really sorry about that."