Team Catradora

9- Scars

It was easier to focus on laser tag than to think about Catra rejecting Adora.

Okay, Catra didn't reject Adora, but still, Adora couldn't help but feel dejected because Catra didn't want to meet Angela.

Adora distracted herself by thinking about gaming strategy.

Catra got the bright idea to play "elimination", meaning that they'd be shooting at each other till one of them died. They both got ten lives, so dodging was more important than shooting.

This game would require strategy, and Adora wasn't sure what her plan was. It was just her and Catra, so they couldn't team up to defeat another player, and couldn't distract each other with someone else walking by.

Adora was Catra's only target.

There was no chance to pull a Bow and shoot at Catra from a distance. Catra was too clever-and too fast-for Adora to succeed at shooting without confrontation. Especially without Glimmer around for Catra to hunt.

So, they entered the maze and Adora had no plan.

There was only one thing to do: run.

She wasn't as fast as Catra, but she knew the maze like the back of her hand. She swerved, nearly bumping into the cardboard walls when turning corners.

Still, she kept moving. Adrenaline coursed through her, probably the only thing keeping Adora from getting shot.

Her lungs were on fire. Finally, she stopped, gulping for air. Her heartbeat reverberated through her chest, and honestly, Adora felt like throwing up-

Her vest glowed white.

Adora raised her laser gun. There were two possible pathways Catra could be behind. Adora slowly walked forward. Her breathing was heavy, and she hated how loud it was. It left no room for stealth.

"Hey, Adora." Catra's voice was smooth, emotionless. Where was she? "You should really try to pace yourself. I'd hate it if you passed out."

"Catra..."

"Are you okay? Or is this some way for you to distract me?" Adora was shot again-from behind...it had to be, or she would have seen the laser aiming for her vest before she striked.

Adora whirled around. "Is this about earlier?"

Catra scoffed. "Please. I'm over it."

Adora was in the center of the pathway, Catra nowhere to be found. But something felt different. Adora glanced around the room, frowning. "I think it upsets you more than you let on."

"You think too much."

Aha! One of the walls had moved. It was slight, but uistakable. Adora readied her gun, and kicked the wall back. It landed on Catra, and before she could shoot, Adora managed to fire first. "Hey, Catra."

Catra frowned. "I would run if I were you."

Something about the way she said it made Adora laugh. It was deep, and throaty, still sore from running too hard.

Catra, unused to people ignoring her, stiffened. She aimed at Adora, but Adora pivoted away. She grabbed Catra's gun, pointing it upwards.

"Catra," she said, "I don't want to force you to talk about things you don't want to, but come on. You're clearly still upset."

Catra yanked her arm away and shot Adora. She pushed her to get out of the way, shooting her arm. Damn, that was down to seven. Adora aimed, but couldn't get a clear view of Catra. She was too fast.

Adora aimed over the walls to shoot Catra. She managed to get two shots in before Catra ducked, obscuring her head from Adora's line of vision.

Adora's hands were overly sweaty. She rubbed her hands on her jeans, but still, her gun was overly sweaty and slippery. Adora walked forward, trying hard to make her breaths sound less erratic.