Half the names on the list had already been crossed off
Half the names on the list had already been crossed off. The only she had left were these three. Glimmer, Bow and Adora. Adora... she had left the best for last. She had vowed that she would make Adora watch as everyone around her fell to Catra's claws and she watched the light die in the eyes of her best friends. The people Catra had been replaced by. Then Catra would give Adora a choice. Join Catra and rule beside her, or live her life in Catra's jail watching as Catra tore apart the world she loved.
Either way Adora would be with Catra, one way or another Catra would be sure of it. After all the rest of the Princesses were a piece of cake, Entrapta and Scorpia already worked for her, the Moon stone was destroyed, Angella was dead, the king was loony. Glimmer had no power and Bow had what? His trick arrows? like that would stop Catra.
Adora was a decent fighter but Catra could defeat her even in the She-Ra form, she had before and she would again.
"Hey Adora." Catra sauntered up to the last three of the rebels, they were on the run now, hiding in the ruins of the former kingdoms. But Catra had never really lost them, she had spies on them at all times but it was ever so funny to watch them get complacent. To watch them tire and get lazy just to strike when they finally thought they were safe. It was all the more satisfying to see the fear and exhaustion in their eyes.
"Catra." They were already circling. The game had begun.
Catra had always liked their game. Adora was always so convinced she could win, even now.
"Adora, careful!" Glimmer shouted. Oh, dear Glitter looked worse for wear. Her shiny purple hair had grown long and ragged. Her usually sparkly clothes were tore nearly to shreds. Long gone was the sparkly rebellious, spoilt child of Angella's. Glimmer was an adult, one who had learnt the realities that she had been long sheltered from quickly and roughly.
"I'm fine." Adora was still circling her. Adora looked in much better shape than Glimmer, though if there was a world were Adora didn't look stunning Catra was yet to find it. Her hair was still in that pretentious little poof, though her pony tail was much shorter. Adora had a dangerous look in her eyes now. She looked like she had lost her morality and done what it took to survive. Catra liked it, it was much more like the competitive solider Adora than princess Adora. This was like Catra's Adora on steroids. Long gone was the luster of her red jacket and the shininess of her pretty hair.
"For the honour of Grey-" Adora lifted the sword and shouted her stupid catch phrase, or got most of the way through it before Catra knocked the sword out of her hands.
"None of that, Adora." Catra tutted slightly. Catra picked up She-Ra's sword with a smirk. "I think it's time we ended this for good isn't it Adora?"