Return to the Fright Zone

                                    

                                          
[3RD POV]
                          
Everyone finally got their rest and they were now holding a meeting. We actually had dinner early since after this meeting we were most likely going out on a mission, we wouldn't have much time to rest and eat after that.
                          
"Mermista, Spinnerella and Scorpia are wreaking havoc across Etheria. If we wanna stop Horde Prime we have to neutralize them and figure out how to free them from their chips." Adora paced, discussing the topic between the rebellion.
                          
"Leave this to me." Netossa slammed a book on the table startling the blonde warrior.
"I've been keeping track of every Princess' weakness. And I've discerned the best tactical strategy to overpower every one of them. Spinny's weakness is obvious." She explained.
                          
"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Real obvious. And, um, ahem, what is that exactly?" Adora spoke up, speaking for everyone. Netossa sighed.
                          
"Everyone knows she twisted her ankle when she was a kid. If you keep her off balance, her injury will act up on her." She showed them the doodle in her notes, "Next time we fight, I'll target it, subdue her and un-chip her and save her and remind her of every time she tells me it's my turn to clean." Netossa rambled.
                          
"Right. But could we circle back to your not-at-all-weird-and-very-detailed theories on our weaknesses?" Bow put a hand to her shoulder. 
                          
"Yeah, not all of us will be as easy as a twisted ankle." Glimmer folded her arms. Netossa chuckled to herself, "Oh, you don't believe me. That's--that's fine. I'll just demonstrate."
                          
The woman walked off grabbing a piece of broken tech.
                          
"Entrapta's weakness: tech." Netossa yeeted it across the room and Entrapta ran after it, crashing into some crates.
                          
"Mermista's: Fire. Frosta's: also fire. Adora can't act to save her life. Also, extreme hair-envy with She-ra." Netossa got the blonde to frown and touch her poof.
                          
"Awh, I still like it, Adora." Silver reassured the blonde and got her to smile again.
                          
"Glimmer: crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris."
"Woah, whoa, whoa, that's, like, really personal compared to fire." Glimmer commented.
                          
"Oh, oh, do me.. Do me next." Perfuma jumped.
                          
"Perfuma: Fire. And an inability to unleash your full power due to your overwhelming fear of hurting the people you care about." Netossa pulled out another doodle.
                          
"Some might say that's actually a positive quality." Perfuma mused.
                          
"It's not."
                          
"Bow's weakness..." Netossa took a scissors and cut the string on his bow. The archer gasped and started crying. Adora looking on in horror.
                          
"You've spent a lot of time thinking about this, huh?" Netossa made a new string with her magic.
"Contingency plans are how you win, and I always win."
                          
"Okay, we get it. Princesses are easy to take down. You and your files don't have anything on real threats, like me. Or even Silver for a matter of fact."
                          
Catra yelped at the water suddenly getting sprayed at her face. She hissed and tried to jump away but Netossa caught her in a net. Catra falling with a thud.
                          
"Silver? Her instincts. Or the desire to take the hit for Adora and Catra. It can make her vulnerable and fierce. Survive her attack, and she'll be drained."
                          
The room fell silent and Adora gasped. Silver's ears fell against her head. Catra still struggling in her binds but stilling upon the mention. It was a rough topic.