[ There's no time for this. No time, no time, no time. She's moving almost entirely on instinct, darting down corridors and around corridors as quickly as she can manage. Which is pretty damn quick. ]
I found her--we're on the infirmary level! I'm---
[ A pause as Catra leaps upwards from the floor, ducking away from the woman as she tries to cut off Catra. The feline woman scrambles down a narrow gantry. ]
I'm leading her away from the infirmary! Down! Go make sure they're all okay!
[ With that, she shoves the communicator into one of the pockets of her jumpsuit, not bothering to try and end the call. Down another corridor, feat pounding almost as fast as her heart. Catra is planning her next move when she feels the sharp sting of blade biting into skin and muscle. ]
Fuck!
[ She winces, ignores the searing pain in her left shoulder-blade and goes doggedly onwards. She scurries down a passageway and tries a random door, bodily checking into it and forcing it open with a grunt. Hide. She needs someplace to hide--
And she scrambles to a stop in front of yet another door, jerks at the handle to find it locked. Tries the one next to it only to find that she's run herself into a cul-de-sac. ]
Shit.
[ Catra doesn't want. Immediately she turns back the way she came. Maybe she can still double back and get past her pursuer. ]
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[ There's no time for this. No time, no time, no time. She's moving almost entirely on instinct, darting down corridors and around corridors as quickly as she can manage. Which is pretty damn quick. ]
I found her--we're on the infirmary level! I'm---
[ A pause as Catra leaps upwards from the floor, ducking away from the woman as she tries to cut off Catra. The feline woman scrambles down a narrow gantry. ]
I'm leading her away from the infirmary! Down! Go make sure they're all okay!
[ With that, she shoves the communicator into one of the pockets of her jumpsuit, not bothering to try and end the call. Down another corridor, feat pounding almost as fast as her heart. Catra is planning her next move when she feels the sharp sting of blade biting into skin and muscle. ]
Fuck!
[ She winces, ignores the searing pain in her left shoulder-blade and goes doggedly onwards. She scurries down a passageway and tries a random door, bodily checking into it and forcing it open with a grunt. Hide. She needs someplace to hide--
And she scrambles to a stop in front of yet another door, jerks at the handle to find it locked. Tries the one next to it only to find that she's run herself into a cul-de-sac. ]
Shit.
[ Catra doesn't want. Immediately she turns back the way she came. Maybe she can still double back and get past her pursuer. ]