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This was, admittedly, not the ideal date.
Well, it was, before the kidnapping. And the stab wound.
Admittedly, she was not the one who was stabbed, Adora was. Admittedly. That was a fun word. Especially when you're about to get crushed.
They had been taken captive by a bounty hunter. Someone, probably an only Horde soldier, had paid them to “take care” of them. Probably for revenge.
She almost felt the walls closing in, even when she had her eyes closed. Catra had never been claustrophobic, but she was beginning to understand it. She was afraid that if she survived this, she would have that weakness.
Not a weakness, said a voice in her head that sounded strangely like Adora.
It did not matter, she was probably about to get crushed.
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Adora would not lose Catra again, even if she was tied up with her hands behind her back, even if she had a stab wound in her side, even if she could not summon the sword, because of previously mentioned tied up hands, she would save Catra.
She had to.
Her wound hurt, and the ties on her wrist were too tight, but none of that mattered. She had to get to Catra.
She had a flash of memory, when she and Catra were kids and Catra had almost fallen off a railing, and Adora had to pull her to safety.
She just had to save her again.
She broke her left wrist. She had already broken her thumb trying to get out of the restraints, and this time it worked.
She lifted her right hand up, it still had the ties on it, and, at the top of her lungs, shouted “FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL!”
She summoned the sword.
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Catra felt the walls tough her tail, she jumped, she could not see Adora, but she had heard her, she was She-Ra, she was coming. She was probably just beating up the bad guy, like she always does. Adora is a hero.
Here she was, stuck in a hole that was slowly crushing her. She felt the walls push on her shoulders.
Adora would reach her in time. She probably just had to…
The walls were crushing her.
She’s pretty sure she felt some ribs crack as the machine slowly crushed her.
There were tears in her eyes. She should not show such weakness.
Not a weakness, the voice said again.
“Adora…”