[She must have called more than one person. There's an echo from the woman, somewhere in her clothes. Funny how no one thought to look for Setsuna's communicator during that whole mess. Everyone must have thought someone else had done it.
The woman pauses, giving Catra a head start. Once her fingers flick ten times, she's off, chasing the magikat. What's worse, she's gaining. Rapidly. At one point, she puts on a burst of speed, cutting Catra off from a specific wing of an intersection, then giving her time to get a lead again.
It's not until they're a fair bit away and in a nice, straight hallway that the redhead makes another offensive move. And this time, it's no bleach bottle. She whips her hands up, then down, a small swarm of shuriken whipping towards Catra with each movement.]
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The woman pauses, giving Catra a head start. Once her fingers flick ten times, she's off, chasing the magikat. What's worse, she's gaining. Rapidly. At one point, she puts on a burst of speed, cutting Catra off from a specific wing of an intersection, then giving her time to get a lead again.
It's not until they're a fair bit away and in a nice, straight hallway that the redhead makes another offensive move. And this time, it's no bleach bottle. She whips her hands up, then down, a small swarm of shuriken whipping towards Catra with each movement.]