"I don't know." Catra grits her teeth. The first time through had been bad enough, she'd hauled a dummy across her back, practically on all fours. This time, she doesn't know if her limbs have the strength for it. Not, of course, that it will stop her from doing her damndest. She moves to grab a dummy and begins to haul it across the room without wait, only to be knocked flat by a blast from an air cannon.

Fuck.