"Scar-Ra"
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Glimmer feels them beneath her fingertips as they brush over Adora’s cheek.
It’s no secret that the marks cut deep. Glimmer could already tell that from one look at Adora’s face. She didn’t think to ask, not until Thaymor, because she didn’t give a shit about this piece of Horde scum.
Since Thaymor, however, she stopped herself from asking only because she did.
And now, she can’t help it.
“Who… who did this to you?”
Adora throws her head back and laughs the saddest laugh Glimmer’s ever heard.
“You should see the other guy.” She says, waving a dismissive hand.
“That’s what I’m asking.” Glimmer pouts. “Who was the other guy?”
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Adora gains a permanent mark every time Catra scratches her.
When she leaves the Horde, she realises scars like hers aren't normal.
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- Part 1 of "Scar-Ra"
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“Oh gosh, I mean — shoot it!” She shouts again.
Her much more clearly defined orders pass through the comm and everyone moves to action, mounting the turrets and squaring them on the target.
But beeping arrows plunge into the heavy barrels, obscuring them in the flashes of explosions. Ice clogs the rifling of others.
A wave of sea-water brushes a squadron of troopers off of one of the high walls to the soft wet ground below, and a cloud of fizzing pink carves a path along the battlements, knocking down soldier after soldier in a blaze of bullet-like fists and kicks.
And the Princess of Power stands before Scorpia, blade of blue-gold level with her eyes.
“Scar-Ra.” Scorpia snarks. “Ready for a fair fight this time?”
“Scorpia.” She snarls. “You’ve already lost.”
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Catra, forced to mutilate Adora before she defected, abandons the Horde herself, ridden with guilt.
With the girl of her dreams gone like she never existed, Scorpia takes up the fight against She-Ra.
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- Part 2 of "Scar-Ra"
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“I started it.” Huntara blubs through the pain. “It's my fault.”
Huntara looks up at the warrior. She looks down, scars lining the intensity of her face.
Her gold hair billows and her red cape flows, even though the night is bereft of wind. The gem at the crown of her gold tiara shines, royal in the wastes of the desert, like the murals on the ship with her name.
It shines blood red, like the eyes of the warrior herself.
She cups Huntara’s jaw with her sword. Blood smears on her chin.
She's beautiful.
She’s terrifying.
“You — you’re She-Ra?”
She-Ra nods. “And you’re Horde.”
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Force Commander Scorpia has been banished to the Crimson Wastes.
She-Ra — Scar-Ra, the fearsome Princess of Power — finds herself similarly punished.
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- Part 3 of "Scar-Ra"
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She stands atop the deck of a galleon, lined up among several dozen. The artillery cannons present their arms toward the Sea Gate.
Double Trouble’s played their role to perfection, because there’s nobody there to stop them.
Nobody.
Scorpia raises her pincer, shouts a single word, and the fortress city of Salineas falls as fire rains down upon it.
Within a few hours she’s atop the crumbling gates, knocking a palace guard dead into the dirt, hoisting the flag, and that’s when she sees her.
The angel of death.
The Mourning Queen herself.
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After the portal, A sleeping scientist dreams of an island.
With She-Ra — Scar-Ra — banished, Scorpia faces the Queen of Bright Moon.
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- Part 4 of "Scar-Ra"