Adora gasps as her bread goes sailing through the air in slow-motion, and Melog leaps up to catch it in their mouth before running off. The sight of it is devastating, even drawing an anguished cry from her lips-- but far deeper ingrained than her love of baked goods are Adora's soldier instincts, and she does not let Catra's moment of vulnerability slip by.

Awful considerate of you to raise your arm like that, Catra. That's all the opening Adora needs to sink the fingers of her other hand into the soft fur of underarm, strengthening her attack twofold. And now that her bread is gone, Adora's out for blood, her fingers swift, merciless, and intimately familiar with all of Catra's weak spots.

"Wow, Catra! Left yourself wide open. Such a bold strategy. How's that working out for you?"