01x07 - He-Man, the Hunted

[bunniefuu]

Hello?

Is there anyone out here?

Where am I?

I-I don't know where
I am or who I am.

You are an outsider.

Who's there?

Who are you talking to?

How can you talk?

Well, the tigers of my tribe
are simply wiser than most.

Wh-where are your claws?

Hmm?

Rest assured, I can still hunt,

no matter what anyone says.

I was going to eat the navit
I had been tracking.

And I still will!

But for now, let's get you
back to your tribe.

From where do you hail?

All I can remember is my name.

My name is Adam.

And I want to go home.

Your home will be with me until we
find the tribe you truly belong to.

Come on, then.

Whoa!

Whoa. Whoa!

You're going to have
to learn to hold on.

I still wish we could have
parked the Wind Raider a little closer.

Oh, yeah.

"Sorry we showed up in the transport
that tried to burn down the village.

Prince Adam didn't want to waste
his precious energy."

Besides, you want to deny Cringer the
chance to play with his new claws?

Wouldn't dream of it.

And I'm glad we have some time
to check back in with the tribe

while Teela finally figures out
where Keldor's hiding.

What's wrong? Smell something?

I suppose this part of the jungle
just brings back some bad memories.

Let the hunt begin.

I have the Power!

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our
so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oul ♪

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our
so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oul ♪

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ Hey, we'll find our purpose ♪

♪ 'Cause we know
we're worth it ♪

♪ And we'll be remembered ♪

♪ We are the defenders,
defenders ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪
- ♪ We fight for the win ♪

♪ We fight till the end ♪

- ♪ We fight for the win ♪
- ♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our soul ♪

Where are you, Keldor?

Fascinat...

Orko, I'm trying to concentrate.

Ooh, pardon me, Teela.

I forget lesser magicians
are easily distracted.

By all means, please continue.

That's it.

[electronic whirring,

I've almost got you.

Oh, I see!

You're using the Havoc energy
stored in the fibia to...

Trouble concentrating?

Allow me to perform an ancient
Trollan meditation chant

guaranteed to develop focus.

[mechanical whirring

Okay, where did I put it?

- Hey.
- Ow.

I thought you said
you fixed him.

Oh, Orko found his way
over to you, huh?

What fantastic magic!

Uh, Orko, p-please, be careful.

Those sky sleds are pretty
delicately configured, so...

That simply won't do.

I have just the levitation spell
to firm things up a bit.

Let me just make
a few wizardly adjustments.

There we go.

It's a handy-dandy redecorating
spell too.

Oh, I got it. I got it.
Uh, stand aside for magic.

Okay, look, I tried removing
the Trollan Data Cog,

but I can't do it without
permanently deactivating him.

- And, I don't know, that just feels...
- Cruel?

Like I feel every time I explain
he's not actually a Trollan wizard?

Make way,
Trollan wizard coming through!

Not that he listens.

Well, he thinks he's
Trollan, right?

Why don't we just take
him to Trolla?

Yeah, but isn't that
even more cruel?

- Ahh!
- Whoa!

Um...

Road trip.

Yeah!

That stretch of jungle
was our best time yet.

I mean, I still won.

What? I was way ahead of you
over that ravine.

And still couldn't beat me. Ha!

Quarry will
soon know what it is to lose.

Poacher bots shouldn't be
this close to tribal land.

Quarry states the obvious.

How's about we just end the
battle before it really starts?

By the Power of... agh!

By
the Power of... agh!

I'm trying
to do a thing!

Be right back.

That sword is too important
to lose!

And we aren't?

You can totally
handle a few bots!

Go help Adam.

I can handle these
Beastopoid brutes on my own.

You know, my whole purpose in
life is not just to follow you around.

I never said it was.

No, you just expect it.

Here I am again leaving a member
of the tribe unprotected

to help you chase your destiny.

Don't be jealous
just because I have a destiny.

Wow.

I didn't mean that.

Look, I don't want
to fight, Krass.

Yeah? Well, maybe I do.

Maybe that's my destiny
or whatever.

Shh.

Are you shushing me now too?

Why didn't any bots follow
us down here?

They were programmed by Beastopoids.
What do you expect?

Let's just get the sword
and get back to Cringer.

This Beastopoid might be smarter
than the rest.

Or not.

It's been a long time
since R'Qazz spoke with humans.

Sometimes he forgets himself.

Oh, that's not
creepy at all.

With you out of the way,

R'Qazz can finish what he
started with your feline friend.

Stay away from Cringer!

Don't worry, Cringer and R'Qazz
are old friends.

Are those Cringer's claws?

The price to be paid for refusing
to fight in R'Qazz's pit.

Perhaps R'Qazz will finish what he
started with your shiny instead.

Leave Cringer alone!

We gotta get out of here.

Better check on the cubs.

Prowler, is that you?

Katura?

Bash?

What did he do to you?

Tear him to shreds!

Why have you
brought me here?

We wanted to escort you
back to your people.

This is apparently
the last place they were seen.

Welcome to Trolla.

Or back to Trolla, I guess.

There's your statue.

Mm, and I'm sure everything else
is... nearby?

That is atrocious.

It looks almost nothing like me.

Well, I'm glad to see
I'm not the only one

who thinks the sculptor hath
defiled my great countenance.

We're too late.

This is a communication totem...

for any Trollans left behind.

Left behind? From where?

Another dimension.

Apparently the real... realer...
Orko the Great helped his people ascend.

Ah, clearly I then returned to
help less enlightened individuals

follow the same path.

But that time has passed,
for now I return to my people!

Hold on.

Pardon me, that was...
that was not supposed to happen.

Orko, uh, that isn't gonna work.

It... it has to work!

Because I am Orko the Great!

Ah!

What sorcery is this?

Orko.

That went well.

This...

...would be...

...much easier as...

...He-Man.

None of this would have happened if
it weren't for that stupid sword.

Without that stupid sword,
you wouldn't be Ram Ma'am,

and I think you kind
of like being Rammy.

Don't say what I do
and don't like.

I'm a complicated Stripe.

So is Cringer.

Why didn't he tell us
that was how he lost his claws?

You can ask him when
we save him.

Tiger Tribe together?

Hold on, Cringer.

Please be safe, cubs.

They can't
hear you, Cringer.

But R'Qazz can.

Let my cubs go! They're
not part of this!

R'Qazz's jungle, R'Qazz's rules.

I have new claws now.

You can't frighten me anymore.

I could in the pit.

It's why R'Qazz named
you Cringer.

R'Qazz wonders why you
kept it, though.

There's no shame in
refusing to fight.

And I'd rather be called Cringer
over k*ller any day.

Ah, the friends you abandoned
to escape feel differently.

Good.

You will give R'Qazz the
fight he is owed.

Please, I don't want
to fight them.

You don't have a choice.

There's always a choice!

Then R'Qazz chooses to fight
the coward's cubs instead.

- You recognize these tigers?
- Before my time with the tribe.

But that doesn't mean
we all can't be friends, right?

You have the power to
stop this, Cringer.

Ah, give me my thing.

Where are your claws?

I do have power.

The Power of Grayskull!

R'Qazz has a bad feeling
about this.

I have the Power!

We can transform on our own?

Tiger Tribe together.

By the Power of Grayskull...

- ...we have the Power!
- ...I have the Power!

Get the runt.

Just try it.

It's our turn to help.
You get the weird guy.

We'll handle the tigers.

Please, don't hurt them.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Whoa!

Sorry!

I can handle myself.

Hurry up, Battle Cat.

You can't control me.

Can't blame R'Qazz for trying.

Let's wrap this up.

Anytime now, Battle Cat!

Agh!

Enough!

Blade Wheels!

Don't be the animals
he wants you to be.

Be the beasts you choose to be.

Cringer, is that you?

I'm sorry this happened to you,
my friends.

- You okay?
- No.

I damaged all that
remains of Trolla.

I can fix it.

Of course you can, with
your real magic.

Unlike my... my...

Security bot tool suite?

But I'm not a security
bot or a wizard.

I-I don't belong anywhere.

None of us do.

That's why we belong together.

I can help you learn to be
a better wizard.

And I'll help you be
a better machine.

Stay at Grayskull... with us.

Then with your help,

I will honor all that Orko the Great
has left within me as just Ork-O.

Ork-Zero?

Ork-O.

Orko.

We can figure it out on the way.

Let's go home.

The castle's the other way!

The castle is the other way.

They're back.

Is it really you?

So did you know
you could become Battle Cat

without Adam leading the charge?

No.

I suppose in the moment,
I felt the Power of Grayskull

flowing into me through
my new claws.

The sword channels the power
into your weapons, I guess.

- But a Master can use it whenever...
- ...or however...

- ...he...
- ...or she...

...wants.

A lot's happened since we left.

There's no guarantee R'Qazz
or any other poachers

won't keep coming.

Destiny or not, Adam,
you are part of this tribe.

We should stay and protect
the village.

I can't.

Keldor is still on the loose.

I'm He-Man now.

It's my duty to protect
everyone, not just the jungle.

I see.

Come on, Cringer.

I told Adam I'd protect him until
he was reunited with his family.

A promise is a promise.

Fine! Ram Ma'am will
protect the village.

I don't need He-Man to
transform anyway, right?

- Are you holding on?
- Always.

My employer was impressed by your
near victory over the children.

Skeletor wants to
offer you a job,

one that will most assuredly
give you an upper hand

the next time you
face the brats.

Are you in or not?