[ The fact that they even manage to escape and sail to the ground is a miracle thanks only to Catra, though the good luck is brief when a piece of flying shrapnel cuts through their parachute, sending them careening toward the water.
The impact is hard, hard enough that Claude's so busy being relieved that he doesn't snap his neck that he can't be too mad at the pain searing through his left side, his shoulder ripping from the joint.
Blood clouds his vision for a moment before he's sputtering up for air, embroiled in a pathetic struggle to escape the parachute so that he can really slowly swim toward the shore. ]
Catra. [ He does check to make sure she's okay before he starts moving. ] Catra, are you okay?
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The impact is hard, hard enough that Claude's so busy being relieved that he doesn't snap his neck that he can't be too mad at the pain searing through his left side, his shoulder ripping from the joint.
Blood clouds his vision for a moment before he's sputtering up for air, embroiled in a pathetic struggle to escape the parachute so that he can really slowly swim toward the shore. ]
Catra. [ He does check to make sure she's okay before he starts moving. ] Catra, are you okay?