[ Catra bares her teeth and draws herself up, ready to fight. One arm is already partially disabled, though, and so she only has the one good arm. She flinches at the impact of blades into her communication device and then lunges forward, heedless. Her right arm shoots out, claws like razors.
The blinding flash and the choking gasp disorient her. Choking, gasping, she lashes out around her blindly with a flailing arm, desperate to give at least some sort of trouble to her assailant. she has no illusions, however. Catra knows she can't win this fight. This is a good death as any, she supposes.
Maybe it might make up a little for the things she's done. ]
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The blinding flash and the choking gasp disorient her. Choking, gasping, she lashes out around her blindly with a flailing arm, desperate to give at least some sort of trouble to her assailant. she has no illusions, however. Catra knows she can't win this fight. This is a good death as any, she supposes.
Maybe it might make up a little for the things she's done. ]