"Stop being slow and I will," Catra replies sharply as she watches Setsuna go over the next hurdle. When the other reaches back Catra ignores her and disdainfully vaults over, tail tucked in against her back to avoid brushing the electrified rail or the sharp snags of barbed wire. She lands neatly, wobbles as a tire gives under her feet. There's a sharp, vicious grin at Setsuna's kick to one of the prods.

"Good job. And we should." She glances away for a moment, then yelps as the floor suddenly shifts underneath her. Planker, apparently not too pleased, has started the course moving on its wheels. Catra stumbles back against the hurdle she'd just gone over and yowls as she scratches open welts and cuts along her back, electric current shooting through her.