"Do you want help or not?" Catra snaps back. As Piper swings at the pen and topples backwards, Catra ducks under the wild blow and then lunges, pouncing on the pen and pinning it to the floor. She grunts, then roughly snaps the thing in two with a wrench of her hands and tosses the destroyed writing implement to the floor next to Piper. She looks down.

The same pounce that had siezed the pen had landed her atop Piper, whom Catra now straddled.

"There," she said. "No more killer pen." She stands and dusts her hands off.