A/N: Final Word Count: 11.2 Pre-A/N's. Hooftah, what an episode this has been. What's going on guys, monokub here with another exciting chapter, and a final part to today's episode to boot ^^ Sorry for the small delay, was having issues with slowdowns and whatnot for reasons I don't know. I guess i'm still obsessing over trying to lengthen the episodes into 4 parters if not more like I said before. With this slowdown, I've decided to focus more on the episodes themselves rather than purposely trying to extend them, so if an episode comes down to 3 parts occasionally for the rest of the season, don't be too surprised.
Does this mean it'll be the complete same as the rest of the season? Of course not. Heck... nope, nope, not going to say anything X) let's just say this season is going to start off with a massive amount of fun quite soon, and that's all I'm going to say about it. For now, I just want to give a shout out and a thank to the advice I got about how to deal with DT's gender-neutral debate. I brought up last A/N's.
First off, a little clarification as I turned out to be wrong- it wasn't a "cyst gender/reverse gender preference" they had, apparently the voice actor and character categorized themselves as "Non-Binary"... i swear i have not heard of a SINGLE person ever calling themselves like that before, which is already a migraine to think about on top of everything else this season XP But aside from that little apology for the mix-up, I thank the feedback and suggestions I got from the rest of the reviewers who gave me hints and ideas about how to refer to DT all the time, such as actually DO refer to them as "He/She", but only when they've transformed into somebody else (which I guess would make more sense in the long run) so that already helps ^^
My overall issue wasn't that i was bothered by calling them as "they/them" (which still sounds weird to me calling 1 person as "them/they"), my issue was I felt like i was calling them an "it" or whatever by doing it. Without directing to them as a singular person, i felt like i was intentionally refusing to refer to them as a specific gender/person which felt a little rude to me. And i mean as in I didn't want to be rude in the process, so that alone already sparked some confusion X/ overall, thanks to those with the suggestions, someone even recommended referring to them as "zee/zir" as it appears to be a way to refer to a singular non-binary person... man this is so confusing XD Also, don't be too surprised if I accidentally refer to them as "he" occasionally, it's hard enough remembering Glimmer isn't a princess anymore XP Just know it won't be intentional.
Lol, anyway, confusion aside, let's move on to an exciting conclusion below ^^ Enjoy!
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"That's definitely Mara's ship." Catra commented as she looked below the large crevice, taking in the sight of the large canyon, the ship, and the Horde soldiers that continued to swarm it.
From up above, the magicat had a clear view of the defenses and soldiers that guarded it, all from the relative safety of the boulder she hit behind. She was looking forward to retrieving the vessel and calling an end to the day after the ordeal they've all had to go through.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, or at least as simple as a mission could get. Retrieve an alien spacecraft that was stranded in the middle of a desert, have Perfuma's assistance in bringing it back to Bright Moon and using Huntara to navigate the Crimson Waste, and bring it back for Bow to fix up so they'd have an advanced piece of technology over the Horde that they didn't.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't simple, but the idea was sound.
What happened instead? Nothing much different compared to the usual hijinks and chaos that usually came from a new mission. Between Catra's seeming state of mind obsessing over the idea of being "soft", Perfuma's inability to control the wild cacti that roamed these parts, as in the *only* fauna that roamed around here, and Huntara's trust in her friend who ended up betraying her, everything was going on schedule about as badly as it could be.
At least as of a few minutes ago, the group managed to find each other again after being temporarily separated from Catra. With a small talk to one another, and a revelation of a certain magicat taking out her unknown emotions for missing Glimmer as reverting to her previous state of being, the group had finally come to a small understanding as they were ready to press forward. All that was needed was the coordinates to the First One's, Mara's ship, which Bow managed to acquire through the use of a Horde badge from a jacket he acquired at Huntara's friend's market before their escape.
It also gave Bow a small question to ask as he looked back at Catra from afar. "By the way, Catra, why are you bringing the jacket?"
"Why not?" She shrugged back, looking down to the newly acquired jacket. It had a nice cozy feel to it as she kept the sleeves rolled up past her elbow, giving it a perfect fit like her new pants. "It's red, it's free, and it'll be easy to lug around when it gets cold. I'm keeping it." It's no wonder Adora kept wearing these things. Then again, she failed to see the value if she always wore a long-sleeve undershirt underneath.
At least now she could wear something that Castaspella or Shadow Weaver couldn't argue against, provided she gave the excuse it was for the weather.
"So, are we good to go?"
"Do we have an actual plan?" Bow wondered, wanting to make sure everyone stayed focused on the same goal instead of running off like before.
"Yeah, we have an actual plan this time." She rolled her eyes a little, getting the idea as she looked at the depressed Perfuma sitting curled up on a boulder. "Hey, Perfuma, you ready? We're gonna need you for this."
"If you need me for a plan, then you should come up with a different one." The gloomy optimist muttered, keeping her backs to them.
"Oh, come on, Perfuma." The archer tried to encourage to the unwavering princess. "You're one of our strongest friends. You rescued me from the Fright Zone."
"You're always keeping everyone's spirits raised in Bright Moon." Huntara added before nudging the magicat with her elbow.
Rubbing the small punt to her side, the feline let out a small sigh as she tried to give her own bit of encouragement, scratching her head with a small sympathetic smile. "And, to be fair, you've saved my life at least twice so far. Once in the Fright Zone and at the Battle of Bright Moon. So that's, you know... gotta count for something, right?" She awkwardly smiled as she tried to support the glum friend.
"But we're not in the Fright Zone or in Bright Moon." She whined back as she squeezed her eyes shut to stem the flow of tears. "We're here, and I'm just a useless flower girl."
"So?"
*WHACK!*
"OW!" Catra grumbled over the unnecessary fist of Huntara's that struck her over the head, the huntress giving her a silent glare over the weeping princess. "What I mean is," she continued as she approached Perfuma's side, trying her best to cheer her up as she perched her feet against the rock, "back when we first met, you didn't have the will to fight against the Horde at first to save Plumeria, and everything worked out. You'll be just fine here, too."
"But last time we were in a field, with flowers, and nature, and around here, I..." The miserable crier resigned herself as she buried her eyes into her knees. "I can't do anything here." The depression was starting to get to the magicat herself as her own ears lowered.
She wanted to cheer the girl up after all the support she's given her, recently and before, but she wasn't the same "perky optimist" that Perfuma was. She couldn't pay her with the same encouragement she always did without recounting her own memories from past experiences. She was actually starting to feel sorry over the person she was starting to consider a friend like the others, and guilt over her own inability to assist.
That's why she was welcoming of the help as Huntara made her way over, resting a comforting hand on the grieving princess's shoulder. "No, you're not." The girl had a lot of spirit, a lot of strength that Huntara could respect as a hunter. There was no way she could allow her friend to cry out of an inability she didn't have. "I've been wrong about a lot. I was wrong to leave my home. I was wrong about Grox. And I hope I'm wrong about you because we need your help."
"You want... my help?" Perfuma wondered as if she was talking to someone else entirely before noticing the confident smile on her person. Not just hers, but Catra's too as the girl gave her a small nod. They were some of the toughest people she knew of, the ones who did all the heavy muscle work on their own, and the last to show decency to anyone.
And they were both here for her, to comfort her in her hour of need. She was touched. They believed in her for the first time compared to how much she believed in herself.
She wanted to believe them. With a brightening smile, the Princess of Plumeria gratefully accepted the welcoming Hunter's hand as she rose to her feet, along with Catra as the four friends smiled to one another.
With everybody's grief behind them, with all the worries and all the fears locked behind their steel resolve, they prepared themselves for the coming battle ahead. Reaching for the golden collar around her neck, Catra materialized her enchanted weapon into the sacred sword that has lead her bravely into every battle, and recited the sacred oath.
"For The Honor Of Grayskull!"
Surrounded by a seas of beautiful stars and a bluish galaxy, Catra rose herself from her as her body glowed with a beautiful blue light, one that had seen the cosmos since the dawn of time, and had met with the night's sky on a regular basis. With her eyes close and a calmness in her expression, Catra continued to float in place as a gargantuan sword, one that made her look like the size of an ant in comparison, rose behind her.
With the energy that gathered, the sword slowly started to pass through Catra, all while an array of flashing lights started to pull towards the girl, enveloping her in a glorious display of light and beauty. Catra could feel the wondrous energy fill her entire body as the sword slowly pushed into her, eventually phasing passed her as the rest of her glorious creation had come to be.
Starting with the back, a serene crimson-colored cape started to flow forth, gliding along her back in a fluid motion as the rest of her body followed in her transformation. The cape sparkled in a dazzling array of light as the small anchors of light finally pulled from it, allowing the cape to stretch across half of her back, connected to the armor that continued to materialize around her.
Both her shoulder-pads and her tiara that had transformed in her previous She-Ra state were nothing in comparison to the beauty that they were now. Her shoulders were cover in a pristine golden orange that jetted from the tips of her shoulder, nearly a foot in length, as they spiked across them to offer her shoulders maximum protection. Along with that, her tiara shimmered like never before as it grew, the tips along her cheek growing until they reached her jaw, and protruded inward an inch along her cheek where they curved.
The top of her tiara grew the most amazing pair of, what appeared to be, golden wings, one that extended right in front of her cat ears as they rose from the tiara's new shape. Within the center of this wonderful transformation, two small brow-like slits could be seen on both ends of the tiara above her eyes, while a lone, red, jewel was adorned within the center of this fascinating spectacle, one that sparkled like the light that grew from her.
As the sword passed halfway through her, Catra began to hug herself as the rest of her body continued to take shape. From her wrist, passed halfway up her elbows, grew the most formidable pair of bracers one could ever ask for, one that shined with a radiance like the protective anklets that formed along the sides of her legs, also stretched halfway up to her knees, though lowered on the inner sides of them. And despite the lack of shoes, the sword continued to offer its protection to her as it grew a shining force of gold sandals across her feet, thin enough for her to use her feet's claws and as sturdy enough as a tank's armor, despite how thin it was.
From within the center of her chest, the spirals of light began to gather as they spread across her body as a whole, creating a bright, shining, vine of energy that formed along her outfit as it sprouted in all directions and corners around her, creating a golden flower-like design in the middle as the petals were painted around her stomach, with the only golden lines that connected the collar of her chest-piece running down the middle of her outfit, connecting to the bottom of her spiked white skirt that grew around her waist, with a serene blue coloring on the inside.
Her legs weren't barren anymore as a simple weave of white covered them like it had her chest, a few slits along the knees to allow her the maximum mobility that she needed to preform her mighty leaps and agile reflexes that she was used to. They stretched all across her legs to the tips of her ankle where they were mostly transparent, allowing one to see the golden ankles that protected her legs.
As the incredible transformation slowly came to an end, the last of her magnificent appearance didn't end with another piece of clothing, but her hair. Her hair flashed in a sea of warmth as it grew along her back, nearly doubling in size, as its color changed to that of one of a blazing fire, lighter along her head and stretching out into a slightly darker orange. It was as if she had the fires of the morning sun blazing from behind her head.
With the last of her transformation finally coming to an end, the sword that phased through her shrank to a decent size as it spun around her, spiraling as if it was happy at the new transformation she had finally came to. With her form now fully completed, Catra threw her right hand behind her back, grabbing the sword's hilt, the same sword that appeared to gave grown an additional foot, as it was aimed across her left.
Opening her eyes, her transformation had finally been complete, the look of pride crossing her expression and amusement at what she had become.
The TRUE She-Ra had been formed.
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"Haah!" With a roaring battlecry, the Warrior Princess lunged headfirst into the fray as she landed atop one of the many wooden scaffoldings of the crevice. She was a sight of surprise and shock for the lone Horde soldier to cross her path as she landed before him, smirking to him as she rose to her feet with her oversized sword over the shoulder. "Hiya."
With great courage, or great stupidity from Catra's point of view, the onlooking soldier gave his own mighty roar as he charged for the princess with a stun baton in hand. It was more than tempting to roll her eyes at this as she dodged to the left from his frontal assault, the magicat toying with him purposely as she gave him the first few hits for free.
When the boredom came over her, she took care of the first of many soldiers she had to deal with as she grabbed at the soldier's wrist, pulling him off his feet with ease before tossing him off the scaffolding to the wooden planks below where he landed with a harsh "thud". She almost started to think this was going to be too easy before she heard the fire of an oncoming blast, ducking out of the way of the massive laser that burst apart the rocky wall behind her.
Throwing herself back to her feet, Catra was more prepared this time as a secondary blast shot towards her. Morphing her weapon again into an incredible solid shield, she stood her ground steadily as she blocked the incoming blast with full force, watching as the mystical shield deflected the array of lasers to every corner ahead of her, blasting at some of the other scaffolds below and above her where several soldiers were seen crashing through as a result.
Before another shot could be fired from the assailant across the field, a lone arrow struck the tip of its barrel, one which proved to be its undoing as the entire cannon itself was disabled. Checking the direction of the fire for themselves, they were surprised to see a lone, master archer by the name of Bow, kneeling atop one of the higher scaffolds getting a bird's eye view and a perfect vantage point to fire his arrows from.
The very archer gave a smiling nod to the feline who returned the gesture as he covered her from above, all while the powerful She-Ra continued the assault as she charged towards the next group of soldiers that ran for her.
All throughout the forray, two more of their allies were subtly making their way to the base of the grand crevice, with Huntara acting as protector as she knocked two of the guards under the very ship itself unconscious. With the coast clear, Perfuma ran her way under the ship from the crates they were hiding behind, thankful for the allotted time they were given by two of their friends.
Perfuma's turn came to shine as she made her way to the center of the massive ship, finding a handful of wonderful plants located within the right center of the ship, even if they were cacti. With all of her friends trying so hard, she knew she couldn't give up as she focused. Humming to herself as she rose her hands, closing hey eyes as she concentrated, she knew the entire mission relied on her, and she couldn't afford to give in to the despair of failing.
"Look out!" A sudden shout interrupted her thoughts as she popped her eyes open again. The next thing she saw was Huntara throwing herself ahead of her as the huntress shielded her with her arms, taking in one of several paralyzer darts thats flew on by. With her extensive muscles and physique, it wasn't enough to bring the mighty hunter down to her knees.
But it was definitely enough to make her body feel a little more sluggish as she glared over at the two familiar goons who fired at her. Approaching her with their own menacing looks, the two females tossed aside their own blow darts as they waved the rusty pipes in their arms carelessly, feeling a sense of superiority over their past leader as they saw her struggling just to keep her feet up.
"Huntara!" Perfuma cried out with worry, only for the huntress to grin back to her with ease.
"I'm fine. Just focus on the plants." She instructed, equipping her massive double-sided spear with a harsh glare towards the other two. "I can handle these two." The mighty hunter charged ahead of her as the two goons lead their own attack in turn, leaving Perfuma to her own devices as she struggled with the surrounding plants.
Seeing the previous head honcho of their gang charging before them, the two goons lead the attack as they both attempted to strike from overhead. Although Huntara's strength was normally more than a match for the both of them combined, the added numbness to her muscles took its toll on the fierce huntress as she buckled down on her right leg. She gritted her teeth in anger as she pushed back and forth between the two attackers with all her might, putting forth a reverse game of tug-of-war as the two sides pushed against one another.
"I show a simple bit of kindness one time, and you idiots think to turn on me?" Huntara growled, pushing a few feet further until the lizard girl used her two extra arms to grab for the spear, placing them at a stalemate.
"A lot more kindness than you ever showed us!" Daisy yelled back. Like she had done in their previous fight, with the exception of releasing her weapon this time, the pink goat pulled back her horned head as she delivered another painful bash across Huntara's forehead. The added shock through her body went on to add to her numbness, causing her to lose ground a little more as she was pushed back.
"We've been with you for years and you treated us cruelly. With the threats, using us as decoys, and faking those stupid bar fights over and over again without so much as a thank you. These brats show up for one day- Not even that! And you immediately insist on helping them?" It wasn't so much that Daisy cared for the cruelness anymore so much as she did the unfairness of it. After all her hard work, Huntara still tossed them around like her personal tools, yet another Horde defector shows up and suddenly their friends?
Where was the fairness in that?!
"Is that what this stupid thing is about?" Huntara grumbled, planting her foot in the ground as she refused to budge any closer to the ship. "Unless you haven't noticed, this is the Crimson Waste you knuckleheads. I wasn't treating you unfairly for my own fun, I was trying to toughen you two out for this wasteland! Besides, if I acted anywhere near soft around you, we'd be taken advantage of in an instant. I was protecting you."
"Like you care!" Preparing herself again, the satyr leaned her head back as she delivered another headbutt to the aggressive hunter.
I did care!
This time, the strong hunter was prepared for the strike, having fallen for it at least twice thus far since arriving to the Valley. Right before the goat could lock her head against hers, she pulled her own head back, catching the girl off guard. With the firm tautness in her strike alleviating from the brief surprise, it gave Huntara the additional push she needed to slam her own head back against the goat's, delivering her own powerful headbutt that managed to knock Daisy several yards through the air, landing her in a pile of metal crates in disorientation.
Shocked at the sight of her fallen friend and enraged by the attacker who pulled it off, the lizard grabbed the very pipe Daisy dropped from the attack, pressing the hunter's spear back with two arms and her current pipe and bashing away at the weapon repeatedly with the additional pipe. The repetitive vibrations and strikes against the spear were enough to keep the mighty huntress on guard as she stood her ground, unable to find an opening that wouldn't have left her vulnerable.
As it stood, this was the position Huntara could maintain, as long as she continued to make sure Perfuma was okay as she concentrated.
This is how the group found themselves battling throughout the small canyon for the last two minutes, everybody perfectly in synch with one another as they went about their own jobs. With Catra leading the assault against the soldiers along the scaffolds, Bow providing overhead protection to anyone out of range, Perfuma focusing as she tried to channel the cacti's lifeforce, and Huntara keeping her old goons and various soldiers at bay, everyone was in perfect unison with one another as the fighting escalated.
Until she showed up.
Bashing her way through another handful of guards, Catra was relentless. She almost felt sorry for everyone she was beating to a pulp as she lassoed one of the two guards behind her with her enchanted weapon, and swung them into the charging three head of her, collapsing the scaffolding to the ground below. With She-Ra's awesome might, there was little she needed to fear as she attacked, with those fortune enough to land so much as a single blow on her being shrugged off with ease.
*Pew*
*BOOM!*
Catra let out a instant cry out of fright as the laser barely missed her, but was surprised by the shockwave it created from the wall behind her, knocking her off the third floor scaffolding in the process. Her own agility and swiftness saved her from a painful landing as she flipped through the air, landing perfectly against the lower platform with her fist and a knee. Lifting her head up proved to be the last sensible option Catra had within her before her eyes locked on to the one who dashed it away.
On the opposite side of the very magicat, all the way across the crevice to another scaffolding, was someone Catra hadn't seen in some time, nearly two weeks since their last endeavor. Leaning against the recently used Horde turret, with the same smug look on their face as always, stood the one known as Adora, who locked her eyes against Catra's own.
"You know," she called over in a joking tone, "it doesn't really help dodging a blast if you can't avoid the shockwave after." She rubbed her knuckles against her mysterious new outfit, one that brought no sense of urgency or care to Catra's mentality. "Then again, thinking never really was your strong suit, was it," she grinned, "Catra?" Not a single word of her dialogue registered in Catra's ears as her body trembled. Not out of fear, not out of disgust, nor out of shock, but of anger.
She felt every portion of her body contorting and twisting with anger as she stared at her ex-friend, caught a glimpse of what she had become. It wasn't the appearance of Adora herself that brought her an undeniable rage from within. It wasn't the stupid remarks and comments she had to make about Catra like every other time they usually met on the battlefield. It wasn't anything of the sort.
It was of the history that brought her here, and what her actions took away from her as her mind flashed again.
"Take good care of each other."
Because of her, Catra would never see her again. Not her, not Glimmer, not Bow, not any of them. She would be lost to them forever because of what she did. She wouldn't hear the sound of her voice, save for her own haunting visions, she wouldn't hear her arguing with Catra over a petty ordeal or ridiculous prank Catra set up, and she would never be there to bring her comfort whenever she needed it, even if Catra didn't show any signs of distress.
Queen Angella's death was all on Adora's hands.
And that's all that mattered to her.
"You... Geh... Tch..." Catra hissed as she squeezed the hilt of her sword, all while her sword returned to its previous nature with a brief flash. "AAAAGGGHHH" Catra roared with an insatiable fury as she charged directly at her former friend, her wild instincts taking over her as she was seething with rage and anger. The distance that spread the two apart mattered little to the furious warrior as she hopped atop the very ship they were tasked with retrieving, running across in haste before leaping to the other scaffolding.
The sight of it all amused Adora greatly as she sneered, the Force Captain already running away before Catra landed on the ship itself. It was also this sight that caught Bow's attention after he fired another trick arrow, noticing Catra's break of formation as she gave chase in an opposite direction.
"Wait, Catra!" Bow shouted over as he stood. "Where are you going?" His question was met with another startling blast as he ducked behind a pile of crates, avoiding the enemy fire as several electrical blasts were shot in his direction. With Catra's break of formation, it was giving the guards that were previously pursuing her an excuse to ignore the magicat as they made their way down towards the lower platforms, heading straight for Perfuma's direction.
Bow had no choice but to scale his way down the current platform he was on, holding onto one of the poles connected to the crevice's walls with the scaffold as he slid against it. He continued to provide covering fire to the best of his abilities as he made his way closer to the princess and huntress down below. Thankfully, he did at least manage to disable the several turrets along the crevice during his work.
Now he just had to keep the rushing soldiers chasing after him and his friends at the same time.
Catra herself was no longer aware of her surroundings or what was happening around her as she focused solely on catching Adora. The young Force Captain proved quick on her feet as she ran to the edge of the platform, sneering back to Catra the whole way as Catra chased for her in her mad fury. She didn't care anything for the soldiers they passed as she knocked them off to the side with ease, ignoring their yells as landed painfully to the platforms below her. Nothing else mattered to her at this moment. All she was obsessed about was making Adora pay.
At any cost.
"Either I'm getting faster or you've gotten a lot slower, you know that?" Adora joked back, still smirking at the sight of the enraged kitten chasing her.
Looking back ahead, she saw herself coming to a halt as she reached the end of the scaffolding, exactly to where Catra intended to lead her. Unlike her, any jump from this height definitely would've hurt her legs, however minor, and while the damage wouldn't be severe, any injuries to her legs could've caused a slowdown in speed. Given the demon that was chasing her, she couldn't afford any slowdowns.
"You are so dead..." Catra grumbled under her breath, practically stomping her way towards her friend as her feet shook the wooden platform violently.
Even with the sight of a formidable beast coming up right behind her, Adora didn't seem bothered by this in the slightest, grinning ear to ear to the girl with an innocent expression on her face. "Hmm... Fall to my death, or deal with you..." She grinned, tapping her cheek playfully. "Tough choice... later!" Without any provocation, any sense of care or worry, and to Catra's surprise, the Force Captain spread her arms to each side in full before casually falling backwards off the platform.
"Adora?" Catra was taken back by the sight before she rushed after the edge of the scaffold. Peering over the edge, she was surprised and confused by the lack of sight. She didn't see anything resembling Adora, anything resembling a possible dead body, and she didn't hear anything indicating a great fall beneath her feet.
That was when she noticed it. A small little tiny leaf-like trail of shadows growing up from the edge of the wooden planks, as if grasping it. Unaware from Catra's sight, unaware from her prying eyes, completely oblivious to the young figure who had her back pressed firmly against the underside of the wooden platform until it was too late.
*Wham!*
"Ngh-!" Catra groaned out as her face was bashed away by a powerful pair of feet. Using all the weight in her body, knowing Catra's stupid head was looking over the edge, Adora flipped herself all the way back onto the platform, smacking Catra's face in the process as she slammed the heels of both her feet into the magicat's head, and making her stumble backwards from the experience. It gave her more than enough time to get herself back atop the wooden structure with ease, enjoying the sight of her former friend's misery as she rubbed her face.
"Don't you just enjoy shadow powers?" Adora continued to taunt, gazing at the waving hand of shadows in front of her that grew from underneath her red scarf. "They always seem to be by your side whenever you need them... which is a lot more than I can say about-"
"Haagh!" Without any sense of care or worry, the magicat continued her own assault as she morphed the powerful sword into a massive spiked mace, slamming it down upon the wooden structure beneath both their feet. The sheer force of it was enough to cause the wooden structure to explode from underneath their toes as the magicat leapt backwards from the impact. At the same time, she took ample joy from watching Adora letting out a small squeak as she collapsed through the ground below her.
With her shadows at her beck and call, Adora managed to summon a handful of them that grew out from underneath her scarf, scraping them along the wall of the crevice as they slowed her descent to the lower platform below. She managed to land on her own two feet nearly unscathed, but the fall itself took a minor toll on her as she scraped her right cheek along the broken pieces of wood that cracked apart formed along the crash.
It got nothing more than a small wince from the girl as she rubbed the injury before powering on through, collecting her shadows again as she took off running. Catra didn't care how far Adora got as she growled at the sight of her. She jumped from the open hole as she gave chase, intending to catch her prey if it was the last thing she did.
The chaos continued to fill the great crevice as friend and foe alike were fighting against one another. Bow continued to fight against swarming soldiers that Catra had missed, including the very ones that were still trying to reach the ship where Perfuma was. Continuing to concentrate as she did, Perfuma didn't have a single chance to focus on the oncoming soldiers as she opened her eyes. All she could do was pray to herself as she tried to focus on the plants, hoping any of these cacti could save her life.
As it turned out, one did.
Looking back from her current position, Huntara furrowed her brow as she saw several of the Horde soldiers trying to reach Perfuma as she continued to deal with her own line of problems involving the lizard who was starting to crack her spear a little with the repeated striking. She needed to find some way to get the lizard off her back and stop the soldiers trying to reach Perfuma. She just needed a large heavy object of some sort to...
Huntara grinned.
"You know, it's a good thing I ditched you guys when I had the chance." She commented, grinning at the sight of the lizard's narrowing brow. "My only regret wasn't doing it sooner if I knew I could take the easy way out by ditching you losers for the Rebellion."
*HiSSSSSS!*
With an unbridled fury, the lizard girl rose both her arms into the air, the two carrying the pipe, as she held onto Huntara's spear, ready to snap the wicked weapon into bits. That minor loss of force was just the boost Huntara needed as she gave a mighty push to the lizard girl as she managed to shove her back, stumbling her enough to lose the grip on the spear. Combining the stumble of her feet and the sudden loss in grip gave Huntara the opening she needed to knock the lizard clean off her feet with an underhand strike to its jaw, throwing her to the ground.
Hissing a little to itself, the lizard was completely unprepared for what happened next as its eyes snapped open. Pulling with all of her strength, the mighty huntress lifted the lizard off the ground as she began to spin, twirling the lizard in every direction as fast as her muscles could allow her to pull. Giving it a firm solid yank, once she built up enough speed, Huntara released her grip on the traitorous lizard as she tossed it straight into the oncoming path of the soldiers.
It was like being tackled by a wrecking ball as the three screaming soldiers cried out from the impact, being blown away by the tremendous force and the massive object that threw them across the landscape.
Clearing the area from her respective end of things, the huntress used the moment of clarity to run up to the princess's side, checking to see if she was okay. "What's the hold up over here? We're running out of time."
"Mmh... Ergh... Ugh, it's useless." The princess of plants felt like crying again as she draped her arms to the side. "I keep trying, but nothing works. I can barely keep them from exploding on me again."
"Focus-" Huntara nearly snapped before she remembered who she was talking to. She couldn't bring herself to get angry over the girl, not when she was already trying so hard. "Um, uh..." Pushing aside personal pride and dignity for her sake, Huntara gathered her own senses as she brought her fingers to her side, closing her eyes in meditation. "Hoooom... Right? Do it with me. Hoooom..."
Still confused by the endeavor, it was enough to bring a peaceful smile to the princess's face. She was touched that such a battle-hardened friend of hers was trying so hard to bring comfort and peace to the girl as she pushed away her own insecurities. She knew she couldn't give up if her friend was willing to bring out the best in her by any means necessary, and happily joined her friend in the peaceful meditation.
Joining in with her friend's efforts, Perfuma began to hum as she meditated, focusing on letting her power flow through her rather than trying to force it. "Huuuuum..."
"Yeah, come on, you got this..." Huntara cheered as she opened one eye briefly, returning to their meditation as their surroundings were still cleared of enemies, thanks to Bow's keen eye.
The power drawing forth from Perfuma began to flow evenly as she focused more on the peacefulness of her meditation rather than the forcefulness she usually required to draw said power. She felt the energy itself actually beginning to channel through her without much focus or thought, actually managing to grow the cacti in front of her as they bloomed into a tower of their previous selves.
"Come on, that's good, just like that." Huntara continued to encourage with another opened eye. She made sure the vicinity was clear around them as the powerful cacti began to grow before her very eyes. They reached new heights and lengths that the hunter had never seen before as they began to press against the underbelly of the formidable ship.
Yet, despite her persistence, despite all the plants around them pushing up against the belly of the beast, it wasn't working. There wasn't a single budge in the ship's movement as the princess pushed with all her might, causing her to wallow in the eventual despair that followed. "Oh, it's no good. I'm not strong enough to lift this by myself."
Was this the end of her usefulness? Was this how far her powers could get her? Nothing more than a few overgrown cacti incapable of pulling up a massive ship into the air? Everybody else was giving it their all, they were risking life and limb around her to save Mara's ship. Why couldn't she?
That was when she saw something. As if the Universe was cutting her a small break, she saw the one thing that could lift her spirits and the ship all at the same time. "And I don't have to be! We're underground!"
*whack*
"You're just noticing that now?" Huntara asked after bashing away another guard with her fist.
"And do you know what else is underground?" Perfuma's expression filled with a renewed sense of vigor as she grinned. She was going to channel her powers one more time and knew for a guaranteed fact that it was going to work.
"Roots!"
The ultimate lifegiver of plants.
The source that gave beautiful plants their nourishment.
The source of all energy that helped the plants grow into the beautiful nature it was today.
Drawing forth all the power she could gather, Perfuma channeled all of the energy within her veins as she brought control of the mighty roots under her grasp with ease. They were so much more stable within the valiant cacti, they had a sturdiness she had never experienced before in such plants. They were the beautiful mystery behind this wasteland of a desert. They were the very rose she needed in order to bring her powers out to their fullest.
And they were only the beginning.
*clang*
Focusing, exerting her will, Perfuma did it all as she gathered all of the energy around her and brought the mighty roots under her control. With all of the power they could muster, she propelled the giant ship above her slowly, gradually pushing it further and further from the ground as she brought every ounce of power she could from her veins. She was making a good start of it as the giant roots burst through the ground, but knew she was far from over.
There was nature all around her, and with her gifted green thumb, she was all but powerful within this hidden rose of a desert. Empowering her concentration with as much clarity as she could, she focused her power to her left hand as she harnessed the essence of nature itself from every nook and cranny embedded within the dried withered wasteland around her. Every wall of the crevice, every surface, she brought nature under her rule as she pulled with all her might.
And it was with this newfound power, this sense of peace, that she managed to do the impossible.
Countless roots from every corner of this hole, every crack and hovel, she pulled the massive roots of the wasteland to her beck and call. Huntara watched with astonishment as she gasped, seeing the girl's power before her very eyes. Perfuma's hand glowed green as she sweated, pulling the massive roots to her aid as she gathered every ounce of nature in front of her. It was there that she grew a mighty stem of roots, almost forming a massive tree that grew by the second in constant scale. Nothing was going to stop her from completing her task, and now she had the confidence to do it!
All thanks to a certain rose she found blooming in the desert, one that grew by her side this whole time.
"These cacti have the most powerful root systems I've ever seen!" Amazing didn't come close to covering how awed she was by the sight, completely ignoring the huntress's expression as she continued to gape. "I was so wrong about them."
"Oh, and I was definitely wrong about you, flower girl." Never has Huntara felt so proud of a fellow friend before as she smiled at the show. She watched the towering oak continuing to raise the mighty ship to the crevice above, completely uncaring about her surroundings or the soldier she backhanded without even turning away, smacking the back of her fist into their helmet and knocking them out cold as she watched.
She has never felt so proud of a fellow ally of hers before, or a friend.
The ship continued to ascend as the fighting continued all around them. With the troops sprinting into the canyon beginning to dwindle, with many of the forces starting to retreat from the crumbling canyon. Save for those knocked out, the few that did remain were the lone archer who continued to provide covering fire, the two at the bottom who were maintaining the ship, and a lone warrior whose battle reached the middle of the canyon as Catra and Adora fought to their heart's content, and anger.
There were millions of possible questions Catra would've had for the girl, such as how her shadows were still working. what the new wardrobe change was for, and why she seemed to be using her fists and shadows against her despite the two swords she appeared to have sheathed on her back. Perhaps she would've been more inclined to ask her about any of those details if there wasn't so much unyielding rage underneath her blood!
*Wham!*
"Ngh!" Catra grunted as she took the next blow to her face, Adora leaving her little room to work with as she kept her on her toes. Her fists and feet alone were hard enough to deal with, but adding the shadows to the mix added a whole new list of problems for her. As long as they remained hidden within the scarf, they could surprise her at any angle. They could strike from the very tip of it from where it reached, or hide in waiting along her neck, surprising the girl at they range.
Just the way Adora intended for it to be used- with subtlety, and deception.
One of the few advantages she did have at this point was the lack of weaponry Adora was using at her disposal, and that included the shadows. No matter how many times she struck her, she never used her actual weaponry or morphed the shadowy claws into anything viable like a blade or the blade of a scythe. It was like she was toying with her for no discernable reason.
Perhaps that was because Catra kept lunging at her at every opportunity. She didn't care how often Adora smacked her around, she shrugged off all the pain she was delivering. She wasn't going to be satisfied until she made Adora regret the day she was born.
Following another quick jab to Catra's chin by the tip of her steel-plated boots in the middle of a backflip, the magicat had enough. As Adora was recovering herself mid-flip, Catra struck her sword in the base of the wooden structure. Pulling at it with all her might, she flung countless shards of broken wood at Adora just as she hit the ground again, leaving her no choice but to shield her face with her arms. The very instant the splintering assault ended, the next thing she was greeted with was the sight of Catra's fist as it smacked her square in the face, launching her across the wooden bridge until she hit the crevice's wall.
*Crash!*
She crashed with notable brute force into the rocky structure surrounding them, leaving a decent-sized crack along the solid mass where her back slammed into. Adora did have to admit, even for She-Ra, that attack stung a little. She was pretty sure she would've broken her nose if her attack aimed a single centimeter lower.
What ifs and possibilities would have to be put on hold as the Force Captain cleared her head of the attack after hearing the sound of another roaring shout. Already, Catra's relentless assault was being followed by another attack as the girl charged at her with a golden spear that was ready for impalement.
Reacting quickly to the attack, Adora smirked as she easily leapt away from the incoming strike, using the shadows within her scarf to reach up and pull herself upwards towards the next scaffolding above, just before Catra's spear struck through the solid earth. Catra hissed to herself as she forcefully ripped the spear from the wall, pulling apart several small boulders in the process as she glared up to the girl leering down at her, her legs dangling over the scaffolding casually.
"You're not going to get away, Adora!" She yelled angrily, reforming the spear back into its classic appearance. "I swear you're going to pay!"
"Yeah, yeah, I hate you, you hate me, blah, blah, blah." It was almost cute how angry Catra looked when she was feisty. "I'd love to stay and play "20 Reasons I hate you", but personally, I don't think you have the time for it."
"Huh?" Catra looked back as she saw Adora's attention shifting to the center of the canyon behind her.
No sooner than she did did she see the situation unfolding itself around them. From the combined pressure Perfuma's magic was placing over the large crevice and the roots buried deep within, the small canyon itself began to crumble as dozens of large boulders were breaking apart from the surrounding area. All of them were massive in scale, all of them hurdling down with intense speed, and all of them landing atop the very ship itself, among other places.
Perfuma winced in slight pain as she felt the piling boulders stacking atop the ship, feeling the pressure for herself as the ship started to slow down from its ascent. She refused to relent as the boulders continued to pile atop of her, the ship starting to double in weight with every couple of seconds that passed. Bow nearly became flatted by one such boulder as it popped out from above him, forcing him to flee from the structure he was on before he was crushed just like he was.
It was a sight for worry for the huntress as she watched Perfuma struggle. Knowing there was nothing she could do on her end, the hunter scanned the vicinity until she caught sight of Catra who was looking back at them. "We got a problem!"
"It's your choice, Catra." Adora continued to sneer from above, enjoying the look of aggression on the magicat's face. "It's either them, or me." And without giving the magicat a chance to respond, the Force Captain jumped to her own two feet before she finally took off. "Later."
"Ado-... Grrrrrr..." She wasn't done with her yet. She wanted her to pay, to make her suffer for everything she did. With her enhanced strength and muscles, she knew she could easily catch up to her with a single jump, chase her away into whatever dead end she could lure her to, and finish her off once and for all!
... But... she refused to let her friends pay the price. Foregoing the mission would mean putting their lives in jeopardy, and she already did that once today when she took off on her own. She wouldn't do something like that again.
With a heavy heart, a heavy conscious, Catra gritted her teeth as she took off in the opposite direction, running towards the ship in order to save her friends. It took a single large jump for the magicat to clear the fifty-foot distance between the nearest structure and the center of the ship. Once she did, continuing her momentum with a brief roll against the metal, she lashed out her sword with as much force as she could draw, unleashing a devastating slice that blasted apart a wave of magic to her surroundings.
The magic itself actually surprised Catra a little bit. Even with all the training she's had from Light Hope, and a few lessons from Shadow Weaver herself, she's never managed to channel her power into something like that.
But, once again, she found a more important reason to push herself to her limits, much like she did in the dreamworld.
Continuing on with the clearing, Catra began to shove off several large boulders at a time as the ships load became lighter, and the falling grinding to a halt. Hearing the sound of another crackling rock formation above, Catra grabbed the nearest boulder she could find before hurdling it towards several more of the smaller boulders coming towards her. With those out of the way, all she had left to deal with was the last boulder that came right towards her.
Squeezing both her hands against the sword's hilt, she embraced it. She embraced the emotions flowing within her, the drive to save her friends from being crushed to death, and the reality that she was no longer the same fearless Horde that once struck fear into the heart of her enemies. She was soft in comparison to her previous predecessor in every way.
And now, she was okay with it.
"HAAAAHHHH!"
*SWOOSH!*
Eyes glowing alight with a golden aura, Catra shot another burst of energy as she blew apart the massive boulder in all of its entirety. The energy radiating off the girl was neverending as her entire body lit with a familiar aura, one that surged with power as she continued to blast away several more of the massive rocks.
That same energy wasn't just limited to herself, either. Down below, right as Perfuma felt she was reaching her limits, her body began to glow with a familiar energy she hadn't felt since the Whispering Woods at the Beacon, filling her with renewed vigor as her body and her roots glowed with the color of nature. With this newfound energy, Perfuma finally lifted herself from her knee as she continued to channel everything she had, doubling the speed and the size of the gathering roots as Mara's ship began to shoot for the heavens above.
Bow stared in amazement as the ship passed him, seeing the two princesses working together in tandem as the ship continued to ascend. As it neared the final stretch of the long reach, so did the final crumble of the small canyon come about as the entire edge of the crevice began to crumble, bringing with it an avalanche of massive proportions. It would've been a frightening sight for anyone to bare witness, the most natural reaction being to run for the hills to save one's self.
Not for Catra. Not when she had something to protect.
Again, her entire body began to glow with an even more encompassing light as she held her sword firmly in her hands. With a final burst of energy, her sunny hair flowing like the crimson fire of the sun, Catra unleashed a massive burst of her power, completely obliterating every piece of debris that came crashing towards them with the same light of protection. With the final wave unleashed, the pathway to the ground above was at last in reach, and the ship finally met the solid ground of the majestic desert.
Finally, the mission had come to a successful end.
*whap*
"Oh!" Perfuma was a little startled before smiling to the congratulatory pat she received from the huntress behind her, Huntara chuckling with a job well done. With the mission's success, the failing Horde began to retreat as the rest of the debris came crashing down round them, escaping with their many skiffs and high-tailing it out of harm's way.
It was a sight to behold as Catra smiled a little down to the cheering friends before looking away with disgust. With all the skiffs retreating simultaneously, there was no way she could figure out which skiff Adora ran off with. Not even her enhanced state with She-Ra could improve her senses within this wasteland's environmental stench. For now, Adora was gone, but she swore to herself she would get her next time as she jumped to the nearest scaffolding, returning to her previous state with the sword-turned-collar around her neck.
"Yeah!" Bow's cheering was the first thing to greet her as she smiled back, giving a small high five to one another as the rest of her friends arrived. There was no less enjoyment from the fact that the mission had been a success, even with its ups and downs.
"I'm sorry I doubted you." Huntara apologized to the princess of plants, pulling her in a little with an arm around her neck playfully.
"It's alright." Perfuma smiled back as she let go. "We were all on a journey of personal growth today. I was so wrong to insult your home." She felt so guilty over not giving this place a chance, finding the hidden beauty of this place at long last as she pulled out one of the many items she had gathered. "It turns out... cacti have flowers too." She graciously offered a small cactus-like crown to the mighty hunter, one that had several beautiful blooming sun-red flowers growing from them.
Huntara smiled as she glanced between the two flowers standing before her- the one for her head, and the one offering it to her. With a grateful smile in acceptance, the proud hunter gladly accepted the crown, placing it upon her head with a sense of comfort. She had never been so thankful before to accept a gift such as this, one she could be proud to accept from her friends.
*swish!*
"Hnnngghhhh-!" And it was with a startling burst of pink light that the group suddenly found Glimmer popping out in front of them, wielding a full suit of armor below the head, and her father's trusty staff raised above her head. She was partly soaked in what smelled like seawater as she had several pieces of kelp dangling over her shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'm here to-!... Hey, you guys didn't save any bad guys for me!" She complained, disappearing her father's staff in disappointment. "I made it here as soon as I could. I only got a little lost, in the ocean." She moaned slightly as she plucked the last of the seaweed from her wrist. "You should've waited for me."
"Glimmer, you're-!" Catra nearly jumped with excitement for the first time before she caught herself after the first step. Composing herself with a brief blush over her cheeks, the magicat turned her head away as she scratched the back of her head. "Er- I mean, uh... H-Hey, you're here..."
Now normally, the smart thing to do would be to let it slide and pass after the day she's had. But, Queen excluded, the rest of her friends were all eagerly grinning at the magicat in a knowing look. They've seen what's been bothering her today, they all witnessed what it did to her. For themselves and for her own sake, they knew what she had to do.
But mostly for themselves.
"Catraaaa..." Bow grinned slyly with a knowing brow. Confused by the strange saying, Glimmer looked between her friends and the silent cat as Catra reformed a small blush over her cheeks.
"No."
"Come on, kitty, she's here now..."
"S-So?"
"Don't you have something to saaay~?" One by one the three friends egged her on as Catra tried to pass it off harder and harder, trying to ignore the blush forming over her face.
"Whaaat exactly is going on here?" Glimmer asked looking around. There was either some joke going on or something else because she didn't have a clue about why everyone was acting so weird. The only thing she knew was that it seemed to be centered on Catra of all people. "Catra, what's going on?"
"N-Nothing."
"If you don't say it tiger, we will." Huntara threatened as she grinned.
"Say what?"
"I-It's nothing, not that big of a deal-!" Catra nearly yelped as her face blushed harder. With her ears lowering to her side and her chest exhaling, the flush on her face briefly doubled in brightness before finally disappearing in front of their eyes. "I just... sorta... maybe... mhmm ymm..."
"You what?" Glimmer questioned tilting her head. Whatever the joke was she really wanted to hear it, or get over it so they could continue about their day.
"I said I might've mimmh moo..." She lowered her head with more embarrassment with each passing second.
"I couldn't hear that, Catra. Can you speak up or something-"
"I SAID I MISSED YOU, OKAY!" She finally stammered, heaving to herself as her eyes bugged out. "The entire mission's been boring since you weren't here, and I was stuck with these dweebs all day long!"
"..." Glimmer didn't know whether to be surprised or startled by the announcement that made the rest of her friends gush.
Internally, knowing it would be the safest.
After a long grueling boring day of meetings, and a mission she knew her friends could handle, she didn't expect to hear anything of the sort from somebody after the last few hours, much less Catra of all people. It was also with this that she noticed the bright red Horde jacket she was wearing, not that it surprised her as much given her heritage.
With the revelation made clear and the Queen still at a loss, Glimmer came to the one and only possible explanation that filled her mind as she looked back to her friends.
"Guys, who is this and where's Catra?"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
*TUG*
"Ah! Hey!" Glimmer squealed as she tried to escape Catra, the magicat furious over her sudden response as she looped an arm around her neck and used her other to pull at her hair.
"I SAY SOMETHING EMBARRASSING LIKE THAT AND YOU DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IT!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH OF A HEADACHE YOU PUT ME THROUGH TODAY, AND INSTEAD OF A SIMPLE THANK YOU OR SOMETHING YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING A FAKE-!"
"Ah! Stop! Stop!" Glimmer pleaded as she pulled her arm. "It's hurting! I order you to stop as your Queen!"
"YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF DEAD AFTER I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!" Even with the sight of Catra jokingly (hopefully) trying to pull Glimmer's hair out, the rest of their friends just laughed.
It was so nice to see such a humorous moment after the trip they took to get here. With all the ups and downs and all its issues, the day turned out to be a pretty successful mission on multiple accounts, not just with the mission itself. It was a comforting sight to see Catra back to her old self again, her better self, just by seeing Glimmer again after a long drawn out afternoon.
Sadly, it was a sight Huntara realized she wasn't going to see again as she made her own decision. "Queen Glimmer, I need to stay, and take back the Waste for the Rebellion, and for my people." She announced as Catra finally let her go. "I won't abandon my home again."
"Wait, you're leaving?" Catra was a little disappointed by the announcement, knowing she was the most relatable person she had to hang out with in the Rebellion.
"Sorry, tiger, but as long as the Horde is roaming these parts, the Crimson Waste will never be safe. Besides, the Rebellion will be fine. They already got someone tough looking out for them." She smirked, earning a small grin from the feline as they butted their fists together. It was their own little way of saying goodbye, ignoring the fact that they were going to miss each other a little.
"Aw, say no, Glimmer." Perfuma cooed as she brushed the huntress aside playfully. "I've gotten fond of this desert rose." That might've been her first and last mistake in this lifetime because the next thing Perfuma knew, Huntara was lifting her up from under her arms as she gave the girl a small glare.
"Let anyone hear you calling me that, and I'll throw you into another exploding cactus." She threatened. As severe and direct as her threat was, it turned out to be nothing more than another playful bit of banter as Huntara's expression immediately turned into a chuckling smile soon after, one that was shared by a slightly nervous Perfuma all the same.
Glimmer felt like the only one left out as the rest of her friends laughed alongside them, even Catra a little as if she had completely forgotten the attempted murder she just tried to pull off a second ago. It was nice to see everyone happy again after such a long day, but she still felt a little left out as she pouted. "Seriously, what did I miss?"
"Heh heh, it's a long story." Bow replied, giving her a small nudge as he continued to chuckle. Though she might not ever hear the whole story of it, Glimmer was just fine with everything. With all that she was required to do as the new Queen, she knew she would be available less and less for missions such as this, and would be on constant alert for the safety of her friends.
But, no matter what the odds were that were stacked against them, she knew they could take great care of themselves as long as they were always together.
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The desert's heat knew no end as the last of the traveling skiffs continued to cross the desert. Floating above the Crimson Waste that the Horde currently occupied, the three allies continued to make their way across its blazing surface as they prided themselves over a successful operation.
"Wow! Haha! That was amazing!" Scorpia clapped in cheer as she applauded the Adora standing on the large skiff's engine, the very one who bowed in encore as another Adora climbed up from the storage space underneath.
"Oh, stop." The further Adora fawned over the praise and attention as she took another bow. With a flash of darkness over their person, the one previously known as Adora reverted to their previous appearance known as Double Trouble, one who was still marked with the few scratch marks against their face. "Did you really like my audition?"
"More than words can say." The real Adora grinned as she leaned on the large skiff's side. Double Trouble took this with pride and joy as they gave another small bow at the following praise. "You went above and beyond with that performance. I'm a little curious how you made those shadows appear."
"It's all part of the act, my dear." They replied, growing another small pair of arms from their neck that appeared to be completely made of shadow. "I can grow anything and anywhere you need them to. Wings, color, tails," they went on as they flashed the variations of themselves before their new allies, "you name it. It's all part of the magic."
"And Catra didn't notice a single thing the entire time?"
"Not a single bit. Or if she did, she definitely didn't show it. That little kitty was more obsessed with smashing my beautiful face in rather than talking to it." They nearly fainted dramatically at the mere thought. If anything else of theirs got damaged to such an extend, there would be no end to the ruination of their beautiful career!
"Yeah, that's her alright. The fact that you managed to fool her so convincingly after the years I spent with her is what really amazes me." To think, the person she spent her whole life with, the one she grew up alongside, didn't notice a single break in DT's character. "If you're as good as you proved yourself to be, you can already expect an advanced pay when we get back."
"Oh, thank you, darling~ I promise you, my skills will not let you down." They smiled as Scorpia began to chat with them, patting their back in acceptance to the Horde.
She relished the feeling of the wind over her hair and scarf as she looked on ahead, her expression twisting with pure delight as the ideas were already flowing into her mind. A shapeshifter that could mimic anyone in any way, command over the Horde with her newfound strength, and an army that was truly starting to understand her seriousness as they started to push themselves around her. Everything was going up Adora, or Despara, as a sinister grin formed over her lips.
"Catra's never going to know what hit her..."
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A/N: Annnd hooftah again, another exciting episode completed ^^ Not much to say in terms of DT that i didn't say above, thanks again for those with tips, and apologies to those who thought i was insulting the person- I was NOT, i was asking for help on how to refer to them, so let's make sure that point is clear, don't want anyone else accusing me of sexism (or i guess non-sexism in this case?) or something XP lol
Anyway, we now move on to the next exciting episode which may or may not be in 3 parts compared to the previous. Like i said, some of these eps may get shorter if i can't cover a large amount. Next episode alone has 8 minutes worth of stuff happening at the party alone, like perfuma's episode, it might be a 3 parter even with new stuff to add here and there :/ Hope you guys don't mind that cause then I can move on with regular speed and such X)
Anyhoo! Hope you all enjoyed! Leave a like, fave, follow, and review, and hope to see you soon!