"Then you're an idiot," Catra says sharply. "Be smart and stop." Normally she'd probably bristle and shove Setsuna away from her, but she's too exhausted, too angry, and too focused on the idea of hurting Planker to make much fuss in the moment. She studies the obstacle for a long moment, teeth grit.

"Both? Let's call it both," she mutters, then reaches down to grab one of the dummies. Grunting, she swings it onto her back as best she can and then hunkers down into an awkward four-legged sort of stance. She pauses there, looks at Setsuna.

"...More points of contact. Better balance." As if that explains everything.