Adora should've known something's wrong when Catra's gone quiet, rather than taunting her all the way to the top. She can't even hear the squeaking of her hands against the pipes anymore-- has she made it to the roof already? Ugh, someday Adora's gonna learn how to climb like that--

"Gah!"

She's knocked down onto the pile of crates before her brain can even register what's happening, landing face-down onto them with a startled groan and a great clattering noise all around.

Grunting in frustration, she pushes herself up on her arms, twists around to level Catra with a hard glare--

"It's a race, Catra, not an ambush!"