It's annoying that Adora's so used to being scratched and bitten that she's long since learned how to ignore it, and Catra growls as she follows after her; jumping onto the railing to leap up to the next level, barely pausing to wrap her hands around the cold bars before pulling her feet up to push off of them again. Vertical ascents are where she'll lose Adora every time, and this is no different.

"Is it just me, or are you getting slower?" Her goading echoes through the full length of the stairwell, as does the screech of her claws on metal when she skids to a stop.

Catra could continue to the roof and wait there by herself, but that would be boring. Instead she stops on a landing with flickering lights and a half-dozen empty crates and tucks herself between them, crouching low and hidden, her tail swishing in quick sweeps behind her as she listens to Adora's feet pounding on the stairs. Catra's hands flex on the floor, her feet shift in anticipation, her body buzzes with energy; and when the stamp of Adora's feet becomes unbearably loud Catra's breathing quietens and slows to shallow, predatory stillness as her eyes narrow in focus. As soon as Adora appears, she'll pounce; wrapping her arms around her legs and yanking her into the pile of crates to disorient her.