[[BRIGHTMOON, ETHERIA]] Adora sat cross-legged on the steps of Brightmoon’s war room, idly tossing a glowing crystal between her hands. “Okay,” She said, more to herself than anyone else. “If the Horde’s coming from the east again, we’ll block the gorge with glimmerdust traps and move the archers to the ridge. Easy."” Bow: "B-but....what if--" "BOW!!" Adora interrupted quickly If Catra’s leading the next raid, she’ll try something reckless,” She muttered. “We block the eastern pass with glimmerdust, keep the archers hidden on the ridge... and be ready for her to pull some stunt. She always does.”