[oh my gooood they're being followed? Catra lets out a low snarl in the back of her throat before she too scrambles (LIMPS) towards the ladder to make her way down. with. . . great difficulty, but hey, she's trying]
Hey, Claude! You've got weapons, right? I'll do the fancy flying!
[SHE WILL DO HER BEST TO DODGE WHILE CLAUDE HITS BOMB]
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Hey, Claude! You've got weapons, right? I'll do the fancy flying!
[SHE WILL DO HER BEST TO DODGE WHILE CLAUDE HITS BOMB]