A/N I'm writing this here as a disclaimer. Any of the information that I've added about real life supplements are dramatized for the writing of this fic and in no way relate to how they're used, or affect the body, in real life. The one mentioned below, I actually use when I work out, but other than that, there are no other uses or expected outcomes. Talk to your doctor if you have questions.
Adora storms into her bunk room and slams the door shut. She's furious about how today's events unfolded. There's an after-action review that she's supposed to be preparing for, but she mostly has unanswered questions, like "what the hell was Demetria doing?" Adora is positive that the soldier knew the plan, because she was a part of the huddle, in which they made eye contact! It's driving her crazy. There has to be something else going on here.
"And what was all that stuff Princess Glimmer was talking about? They need my help? Yeah, I bet, to defeat the Horde and take victory for themselves, probably." She rambles out loud to herself in a disbelieving tone.
The blonde wants to punch things, she's just so angry. Tears begin to usher at the corners of her eyes as her anger and disappointment steep further into her heart. "I almost had her. We were together and I just lost her! How can that princess say she needs my help when she punched Catra square in the face?" She grips the metal bedframe harshly. "She's just lucky she caught her, or…" her words trail off as the knot in her throat threatens to choke her. The moment where she had almost lost Catra still haunts her soul. She shakes the feeling out of her mind to refocus. "This has to be a mind game or something. What else could it be?" She tries her best to rationalize everything that took place. She had seen Glimmer punch Catra over the rail and then she tells her they need her.
Her brain feels like mush as she falls back onto the mattress. She runs her hands down her face, but nothing seems to clear the foggy picture built up in her mind. It just doesn't make sense.
A ragged sigh escapes her. She forces herself to get up, and she grabs the jacket that she'd thrown across the room. She'd entered here a little frazzled and she's not leaving feeling much better. The door slams shut as she exits.
Catra screams as a robot throws a serving tray directly for her head. She runs down the dark hallway in hopes of finding Sparkles or Bow. As she approaches a turn, she drags her claws through the flooring to maintain traction and runs into the arms? No, into the pigtails of a deranged woman. Catra feels the need to scream again, but the woman covers her mouth with one of her tendrils of hair, and it makes the feline want to gag.
"Shhh," the woman warns, "the bots are triggered by sound." The woman places Catra back onto the ground, and she guides her in the other direction.
As soon as they walk behind a huge framed picture, the pair fall through a trap door causing Catra to scream her lungs out once again. In a panic, she stretches out her clawed feet and hands to prevent herself from falling into a death trap! Her breathing is rapid as panic turns into fear. Then, she hears voices.
"Where is she? I thought you found her?"
"I-I did! She was right behind me." The voice of the woman sounds perplexed, and her face enters the opening of the tunnel looking up the trap door. "Ah! There she is!" She points at Catra, and Glimmer squeezes her head into view.
The princess can see the frantic look on Catra's face, and she lets out a chuckle. "Get down here, you scaredy-cat. No one's gonna hurt you," she mocks.
"Psht," she pauses for a beat, "Bow! You there?"
The young man pops his head under the opening, "hey buddy! All clear." He even shoots her a thumbs up. That's proof enough for her.
"Alright," the panic in her voice isn't as audible as it could've been. She retracts the claws on her hands at first, then one foot at a time until she's sliding down the vent again.
Glimmer scoffs, "you'll listen to Bow?"
The feline dusts off her clothes as she makes a bored face at Glimmer. "I mean, yeah. It's Bow."
"That doesn't even explain anything," Glimmer says under her breath.
The attention of the group is drawn back to the other woman in the room. "Okay! So, my robots have been infected with a virus. It seems to have turned them into hostile murder bots. They're usually so docile and helpful! But I was working with this First One's technology, and it seems to have infected my bots with something." She looks to the group as though that was an effective summary of what's conspired here, but the group looks at each other with brows raised and confusion clear as day. "Oh! I make robots to do things for me. Like small tasks. Um," she taps her chin lightly, "I was working with old technology, uh," she pauses to think, "you see technology is the combination of mechanical parts that make –"
Catra raises her hand to halt the demeaning explanation. "We know what technology is, nerd. Now, how do we kill these murder bots? Also, who the hell are you?"
Bow and Glimmer catch on to Catra's quick evaluation of the conversation and they both make a face. Bow clears his throat, "this is princess Entrapta. We told you about her on the way here. She's known for her expertise in technology and inventing."
"You were talking to me on the way here?" She looks at her claws and begins to pick at them.
Glimmer rolls her eyes, "pain in the ass…" she mumbles. "Anyways, Entrapta was just telling us all of this when we were able to pick up the activity near you. It looks like her lab is where the signal is the strongest. I bet if we make it there, we can stop whatever is happening. I mean, there's no way we can destroy her army of bots."
Catra scoffs, "speak for yourself, Sparkles."
That causes Glimmer to clench her jaw. A retort on the tip of her tongue when she's interrupted.
"Attack it at the source of infection," Entrapta ponders momentarily. "That could work!"
A sigh escapes Glimmer's lips, "Princess Entrapta, if we help you get control of your bots, would you consider joining the rebellion with us? We could really use your expertise and you're clearly brilliant." Glimmer aims for flattery.
"Well, that is true. I am, but the last rebellion didn't work out so great. How will you ensure the effectiveness of it this time around?" Her question is straight forward.
Glimmer stutters for only a moment when she pulls the sword off her back.
Entrapta immediately steals it and places it up above her head as though she could get better lighting to inspect the new device. "Oh!" She exclaims loudly enough to hurt everyone's ears and then continues. "This is first one's technology! Wherever did you get it? Can I experiment on it?" The princess's eyes widen comically.
"No!" Catra and Glimmer both say simultaneously. They give each other a weird look and Entrapta hands back the sword.
"Oh, I am so jealous. That is a piece of work. It must be very powerful." The princess continues to ogle at it while Glimmer replaces it on her back.
"Well, we could possibly use it. It's She-Ra's sword. What if we can use it to stop whatever is happening?" Glimmer asks the group, but Catra's stomach drops.
The feline isn't so sure this will work. It's not theirs to just use when they want. It's Adora's. The feeling of possessiveness rises in her gut as her emotions whirl around inside. "What if you break it?" she interjects.
"C'mon, it isn't that fragile." Glimmer's reasoning is based on, what, weight?
"Well, it is First Ones' technology and seeing as it'll be up against other First Ones' tech, it might just be okay." Entrapta's reasoning is just as bad as Glimmer's.
A low growl comes out of Catra's throat, "just give it to me. If I really do have some mystical magic inside me, then maybe this'll help bring it out."
"Wait! You're magic?" Entrapta's voice is filled with rapture and awe.
"She might be, but she hasn't shown any signs of magic even since she left the Horde." Glimmer just so nonchalantly drops.
"You're from the Horde?" The mechanic asks in wonder.
Catra removes her hands from her ears after the assault just committed on them, "yes," she grits out. "I'm a Horde soldier. I used to work for them, but they're bad," the feline's tone is condescending – per usual. "So, I left to help the Rebellion. And one of your guys told me I'm a Chimera an –"
"A Chimera!?" the shrill scream from Entrapta causes everyone to cover their ears.
"Yeah, what of it?" Catra's emotions flare at the other woman's sudden interest and she gets defensive.
"I've only read about Chimera's. They supposedly have mystical powers that stem from their ancestry. Being a Magicat, you should know all about this! Can you tell me anything important?" Entrapta extends out her recording device into Catra's space and the feline hisses at her. She doesn't budge from the reaction, but Glimmer puts her arms out to contain Entrapta.
"Okay, there. First of all," Glimmer's tone is defensive. "You know nothing about her. We said she was from the Horde. Do you actually think she knows about her heritage?" The tone Glimmer has is filled with incredulity and makes Entrapta shrink in on herself.
"Glimmer, stop," Catra cuts her off. "I know what you're trying to do." She then turns to the cowering mechanic, "I have no clue about my family, or history, or heritage. So you probably know more about it than I do." The defensive emotions eb for a moment as she takes in the stranger's appearance and picks up on the princess's lack of awareness for things like this. "All I know is that I'm apparently a Chimera and that includes some magical abilities. But I haven't felt or shown anything my whole life."
Entrapta perks up, "oh! That's probably because of the beta alanine."
The entire group looks at the princess like she's grown a third head.
"The what now?" Glimmer supplies.
"Beta alanine." She looks to the group inquisitively. "You've heard of it, I'm sure!" she says as she points to Catra.
The feline's eyes narrow as she shakes her head in response.
"Oh," the princess deflates and then quickly runs over to her computer. She taps a few keys and then pulls up some information on the large screen. "See! I was sure you would've known since you live in the Horde."
The group is still confused as they exchange looks. Then, Catra steps forward since Entrapta is specifically talking to her. "What are you showing us? Explain, nerd."
Now, it's Entrapta's turn to look confused. She slowly raises her hand to the screen where the information in question is being displayed. "This is information I acquired from the Horde's database. It talks about how the Horde uses beta alanine, a non-essential amino acid, to suppress any of the creatures' natural abilities for magic." She pauses to look at everyone's reactions, but no one speaks, so she continues talking. "Beta alanine is naturally made in the body at low doses, but the Horde has been supplementing it in their food to diminish magic! Seeing as they acquire creatures from all over the planet, it would be imperative that the individuals wouldn't be able to harness any power that couldn't be controlled by the Horde. So, in order to stay in control over their subordinates, they'd been dosing their food with beta alanine. It would diminish their use of magic, and it's probably the reason you haven't experienced it your whole life. It can also be used to suppress heats for omegas. Which they have done extensive experimentation on. I wouldn't call a lot of it ethical science, though." The enthusiasm dies in her voice during the last statement.
"Oh my fucking stars." Glimmer's words speak for everyone. "How do you have information from the Horde?!" her question, although imperative, isn't what's on everyone's mind in this moment. Catra turns her head to glare at Glimmer who looks somewhat sheepish, "What? It'd be nice to know how, so we can do it again." The princess turns her head to look away in shame. She knows Catra is going through a lot right now, but the Rebellion could really use new and vital information to stay ahead of the Horde. But she sets her own agenda aside for Catra to have a moment to process.
"Well, to answer your question, I was able to access it from one of their abandoned strongholds. It appears that their system isn't as encrypted as they'd like." Glimmer's eyes brim with hope, then Entrapta destroys it with "but seeing as it's disconnected from their current servers, I wouldn't be able to access any current information."
Glimmer groans into her hands at the unfortunate news.
The silence that's stemming from Catra is nearly concerning and it catches Bow's attention. "Catra," he inquires and reaches out a hand before she bolts from her position.
The feline runs away from the monitors displaying further reason how the Horde has royally fucked her over. She runs. It's just all too much. The information. The truth about who she is, it's all stifling. She can't breathe. The air attempts to flow into her lungs but the burning sensation won't allow it to enter. It's choking her. Why does this keep happening? Why does everything want her to burn to the ground? What about her life isn't a lie?!
Her body slumps to the ground after running without thinking, and she writhes gasping to allow the oxygen to replenish her body. Pain is all she's ever known that makes sense… and Adora. It's easy to sit here and wallow and question if her entire life was a lie. Was Adora lying to her? Did she even matter to anyone? Her thoughts are cut short as arms begins to slowly wrap around her. The golden light blinds her retina even through her eyelids as tears escape through them. But the arms remain steady and strong as she's lifted into an embrace. Her body clings to the lifeforce beneath her touch like a lifeline.
Then, the strangest scent passes her senses. A scent that shouldn't be here. A scent that doesn't belong in the place they are now. It's Adora. Her alpha. The one she doubts even cares. The one who's probably been lying to her all her life. But when that thought arises it's extinguished by another stronger waft of pheromones that soothes her to her core. Adora's scent has always been a grounding force throughout her life, just as her presence has been. And she cries. Catra clings tightly and she releases it. She lets it all out. The anger and the sadness. The confusion and the fear of being in a new place. Her plain stubbornness has gotten her to survive up until this point, but she's exhausted. It's all so much and she can't hold it in anymore. She can't play it off like it's nothing. So she doesn't.
The tears flow and flow until she's spent and weak. She feels so weak and so vulnerable. She wants to clam up and shut this down again, because being vulnerable means there's something or someone just around the corner to use and break you. But the pheromones don't stop, and she's never felt more at peace. The blinding light fades and Adora's scent recedes, but the pheromones are still present. Another set of arms wrap around her shoulders and Catra is once again aware of her surroundings. She opens her eyes, and her head is tucked against warm brown skin. The other set of arms are attached to Glimmer.
A weak and scared part of Catra wants to shoot up and slash her claws, but she restrains herself. She couldn't stand knowing that she'd hurt Bow. The one person who's been consistently patient with her.
The pair can sense the feline has come back to reality, and they slowly let her go.
Catra's ears are down and back as she feels their scrutinizing gaze.
Realizing this, the pair adjust themselves to sit on either side of her, and they don't look at her at all. They just sit.
"Sorry for using my pheromones," Bow breaks the silence first.
"Don't be." Catra's voice is wrecked, but she gets the words out at least.
The following silence last longer than before if only to give Catra the room to sort through her thoughts.
Then, Glimmer speaks, "the Horde is a bunch of assholes."
That gets a dry laugh out of Catra. "Hey," she looks over in her general direction. "They're not all assholes." That causes Glimmer to bite her lip, unsure of herself. "But most of them are, so I suppose you're not completely wrong." Another dry chuckle escapes the feline, hoping that Glimmer understands her tone.
"How ya feeling?" Bow asks as delicately as he can.
"A huge part of me wants to shove it all down, like I used to. I want to just ignore it like it doesn't mean anything." She pauses as she swallows, "but I can't." Catra shakes her head solemnly. "I can't keep… pretending like it doesn't mean anything." Her voice quivers at the end of her statement. "It fucking sucks and I don't want to act like it doesn't hurt."
The others just sit quietly. There really isn't much one can say to a sentiment like that. It's true, and it's painful.
"It's easier to just avoid it." Bow says. "Trust me, I know it's not the same; but when I wouldn't tell my dads about being a soldier, it was just easier to pretend like it wasn't this elephant in the room. They couldn't see the elephant, but it was always weighing on my shoulders. Ignoring it and living like everything was fine was just easier." He lets out a shaky breath hoping he didn't overstep in this moment. He didn't say it to overshadow her experience, but to connect with her on it.
A few stray tears run down Catra's cheeks at the simple explanation. It's easier that they're not looking at each other, because baby steps, y'know? "It's not the same, but it's still sucks."
They hum in acknowledgment and the two omega's reach their hands out for Catra's. Their palms enclose over her balled up fists until she softens her own. Their hands join and they sit in silence. Catra releases a shaky breath and wipes her face on each shoulder.
Their moment of reverie is broken when Entrapta says, "Anyways. Are we going to use the sword or…" her tone dies as the end of her question fades to nothing.
The three laugh as they look at the mad scientist. start to help each other up to their feet. "Sure, 'Trap," Catra says.
"I am not trapping you at all. If anything, you are free to go. My bots on the other hand." The princess makes a skeptical face.
Catra must be learning how to have patience, because she isn't sure she'd be able to handle all of this on a normal day. She walks to the princess and places her hand on the woman's shoulder. "'Trap is a nickname. Short for Entrapta. Friends use nicknames."
"Oh," she pauses in contemplation. "So we're friends?"
"Yeah, 'Trap. Friends." Catra regrets her words as a shrill shriek nearly bursts her eardrums.
"Ah! I've never had real friends before."
Glimmer and Bow share an unsurprised look as they follow the other two back to the main section of Entrapta's room. Apparently, Catra had only managed to find herself down a rabbit hole of a hallway that led to a closet.
The three walk down the great mountain together after successfully garnering Princess Entrapta as an additional member of their rebellion.
Glimmer whoops into the air as she teleports herself even higher before landing herself back onto the ground, startling Catra at the same time. The felines hair stands on end, but she manages to give the princess and incredibly hard shove. The contact nearly throws her into a boulder. "Hey!"
"Keep you're obnoxious glee to yourself, Sparkles." She only says it with a small snarl on her lips.
Glimmer considers that a win as she smiles widely.
"So," Bow starts. "What did you guys think of my sonic arrow? Really came in handy back there." His smile is smug.
"Y'ano Sparkles, I don't know what's worse. Bow's terrible attempt at 'I told you so,' or finding out that my magic has been suppressed my whole life."
A bark of laughter escapes Glimmer's mouth, "damn." Is all she manages to get out between her chuckles.
"It doesn't feel very good to be on this side of your sarcasm." Bow pouts as he folds his arms and continues walking.
"Aw!" Catra leaps onto him and tucks his head under her arm for a clear and direct noogy. "That's so sad for you."
Bow fusses somewhat at the minor assault on his beautiful head, until he's able to get her off himself; then, he chases after her as they run around Glimmer's body.
"Children!" Glimmer says between giggles. "You two are insufferable."
Catra stops running as this moment feels familiar, but different.
She used to mess with Adora like this… The pang of longing catches her off guard, and she clenches her jaw and stares off into space.
Bow and Glimmer's laughter dies down, then they both grab one of Catra's hands. She still looks down at the ground, but gives them a light squeeze. When Bow starts to coo at her she throws both of their hands away, like she had been burned.
"Hey!" Glimmer whines. "That was Bow, not me."
"She's right," Catra says as she grabs the princess's wrist and starts walking away from Bow. The pair laugh at his expense. But he catches up and they continue walking in comfortable silence.
But Catra had to just break it, "do you guys remember when Glimmer grabbed the sword and ran towards the death virus to destroy it and instead blasted her ass clear across the room?" Catra's tone is facetious as hell.
An undignified scoff comes from the princess, "we agreed to forget that ever happened!"
Bow starts to giggle at Catra's words.
"Nobody is safe from the wrath, Sparkles. You should know this."
Glimmer's eyes roll so hard they all swear she almost lost the ability to see.
Adora leaves the after-action review with no new answers. Shadow Weaver had commandeered the entire conversation and left Adora out of the whole thing. She's fuming and her scent is betraying her as one alpha after another steers away from her path, until she bumps into someone. A growl escapes her throat immediately without her permission.
Scorpia, the one on the receiving end of such a sound, cows in front of her. It's an unnatural thing to see such a large alpha be so intimidated by someone like Adora. I mean, Scopria's arms are as big as the blonde's head.
"Sorry, Scorpia." Adora does her best to get herself under control. She looks back up at the large woman and her face has softened greatly.
"Don't be. That was not what I expected from that meeting. She didn't even talk about how Catra was there."
Adora immediately perks up at that. "Right?! I mean, it was one of the reasons we were there, and she didn't even care to mention it." Adora slaps her thigh with indignant frustration and then realization hits. "Wait, you know she was there? Did you see her?" the hope in that question almost breaks Scorpia.
"Yeah, I did. I – uh kind of picked her up and got excited."
The change in demeanor Adora exhibits from that response would scare the piss out of any beta, but Scorpia quickly corrects herself.
"I just! She's so cute! And I wasn't expecting it. And it's obviously nothing." The larger woman laughs nervously and begins to sweat under the scrutinizing gaze.
"It's fine Scorpia." Adora grits out. "What happened?"
"Oh, uhm… well I just said 'hi' and then she took off." Scorpia's sheepish look tells Adora that there's probably more to their little interaction, but she won't hold it against her. Catra has been on the end of Adora's affection since they were kids. The feline has always been so soft and cute regardless of the rough exterior. It's what makes Adora feel so privileged to be one of the few to see that softer side of Catra.
"It's fine. I just don't even know what to do right now. I was planning on addressing several mistakes made during that siege, but it's almost like Shadow Weaver didn't care. As long as she got the win…" that causes Adora to pause.
"Hey," Scorpia reaches for the younger woman's shoulder. "Why don't we head to my bunk? It's been a while since we've just hung out and relaxed. Maybe it'll do you some good to vent and get it all out." The hopeful smile on Scorpia's face is too earnest for Adora to ignore.
"Yeah," she sighs. "That sounds nice I guess."
They make their way through the corridors and wind up in Scorpia's room before long. The larger woman extends her hand towards the bed to offer Adora a seat. She takes it greatly as she rubs her temples. "I just don't get it, Scopria. Shadow Weaver didn't mention Catra at all in that meeting and she brushed me off every time I tried to speak up."
"Yeah, you are a stickler for decorum. I was surprised you didn't just launch yourself at her with how frustrated you looked." Scorpia's tone indicates humor, but she was deeply concerned.
"I didn't want to overstep. She does outrank me. I just –"
"There was that moment where you started growling under your breath. I swear, like me and five other guys thought you were going to lose it." The lighthearted chuckle at the end also reveals the nerves that were building in those moments during the meeting. It was tense to say the least. "Gosh, do you think that's why she was smiling so much? I mean, she gets off on power. Maybe making you stew there was like exactly what she wanted."
That makes Adora stop short before replying. "Seriously?"
"Yeah! I've seen her do it tons of times to other Force Captains. She's power hungry." Scorpia's head droops as she shakes it from disapproval.
"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. Why she didn't let me speak. I've seen her act like that with other soldiers, but this is kind of the first time for me. At least that I've noticed." She eyes Scorpia warily who only shrugs in acknowledgment.
When Adora sits back down, into the chair on the opposite wall, something crinkles underneath her weight and she shifts over to grab it. She pulls out a scroll and turns to Scorpia, "what's this?"
"Oh!" the scorpioni perks up. "That's my All Princess Ball invitation."
Adora looks at the woman confused. "What?"
"Yeah! I'm a princess. Yano, Hordak crash-landed in my family's kingdom and my family gave Hordak our runestone. So technically, I'm a princess." Scorpia's hand caresses the back of her neck as she awkwardly informs Adora. "It was all part of alpha orientation. I thought I sent you to one of those."
"Riiiight, I must've dozed off at that part. It was incredibly long." Adora runs her hand down her face. "But we should go! I'll be your plus one and we'll be able to get Glimmer to hand over Catra."
"What!? That's crazy talk. One, how are you going to get Glimmer to give you Catra? There's no weapons allowed at the ball. It's a diplomatic space. You must leave conflict outside. Two, the princesses hate me. They didn't even like us before the war. I can't imagine now." Scorpia's downcast look touches Adora.
"Hey," she says softly. "Don't worry about what they think. You're a princess too. Don't you want to show them that princesses aren't all priss and prim? They'll see you and learn something completely new about princesses. Plus, we'll totally rock this ball, and they'll have to love you!" Adora's tone ignites some excitement in the larger woman.
"Wow, now that you put it that way. It would be really cool to show them that big buff girls can be princesses, too. My body doesn't define me." Scorpia's smile grows wider with each sentence. "Yeah! Let's do this! And we can try our best to get information about Catra. Maybe we could even strike up a bargain or something."
"That's such a great idea Scorpia." Adora chokes up a bit on her words. "I haven't thanked you enough for how amazing of a friend you've been about my situation. You could've let it go, or given me a hard time, but you've only been supportive. You're such a good friend Scorpia." Her words are earnest as she thanks her friend.
The larger woman's cheeks blaze red. "Aw shucks. It's nothing really. I'm sure you'd do the same for me! Like this ball! Gosh, I never would've had the courage to go without you building my confidence."
This has been the best Adora has felt since she heard Catra had been kidnapped by the princesses. There's this shimmer of hope beating in her chest, and she wants to snuff it out before it gets too big. She knows well enough, that having big hopes means dealing with great fallouts. But she just can't help it. This feels right. Like they are supposed to go.
"Plus," Adora adds. "It'll just be me and you. We'll be one tight unit going in without any fuss or fanfare. I bet we'll be able to talk to Princess Gimmer. She was trying to tell me something before the end of our last mission. She said that they 'need me.' Maybe we can use that to our advantage."
"What!? You saw Glimmer? And survived?"
"Yeah, I've seen her before, too. She teleported back up to the ship that day when she had punched Catra off the deck of the boat. She was grabbing the sword that Catra was carrying. She said she needed my help, but she didn't have time to explain, because Shadow Weaver showed up and blasted magic at her."
"Hm," the larger woman puts a giant claw to her chin in contemplation. "I have no idea what that's about. But maybe she was just lying to you. They say those princesses are just evil."
"I know! That's what I was thinking. Ugh," she puts her palm to her forehead. This day is at least ending on a higher note. They'll have to do something at the Princess Ball. "Worst case, we'll come out of there with intel. Someone has to know about where they're keeping Catra. And I'm sure when we bring her back along with whatever information we get, Hordak will be ecstatic."
"I have never seen that guy smile, let alone be ecstatic." Scorpia's whole demeanor changes as she says, "but! We'll sure give it a shot!"
"Great! It says the ball is in just a few days' time. We'll get ready and sneak a skiff out to make the trip." Adora stands because she's so excited. She's so close to getting Catra back again. She's not going to mess up this second chance.
"Awesome! I'll see if I can find us some outfits to try on."
"And I'll read this scroll from top to bottom to get all the information together. Like uh –" she reads a passage from the scroll, "courtesy depth?" She snorts out loud. "Oh, I am so going to win this ball!" She shoots her fist into the air.
"Alright! Let's do this!" Scorpia says, feeding off Adora's energy. The blonde pulls out a pen and some string, while Scorpia starts digging through some containers with frilly clothes. They're going to rock this.