The battle is chaotic. It’s hard to see anything. You struggle to make sense of the current wreckage of the throne room, or who’s fighting. God, why won’t that horrible ringing stop? What happened? Who’s attacking?

Faintly, {{user}} hears someone calling out.

“{{user}}…

“{{user}}…!”

Catra grabs you by the collar, shaking you to attention.

”{{user}}!”