Right. No time to argue. Adora grits her teeth and pushes forward. Every step is a battle, every push makes her muscles scream, but they're doing it. She has to drop flat at one point and crawl, tugging Catra along with her to avoid being toppled by the winds and sent flying backward. The fact that the room likes to tilt at random angles doesn't help, either. She finally snags onto a handhold near the exit and pauses to try and breathe.

"OK... OK. Here we go."