[Raph connects hard - and shell or no, when Leo gets kicked by one of his brothers he FEELS it. Those huge feet give the lot of them some truly impressive calf muscles. (Whereas, some human Foot ninja have practically bounced off his carapace. Suckers.)
Thanks to the angle of his brother's kick, Leo smacks his shoulder hard into the ground on his way to an ignominious landing. It would take more than this to injure him any further, but the impact does startle a bark of pain out of the blue-clad turtle and his katana hits the roof with a clatter before Leo skids to a halt on his plastron.
Even Leonardo's not pigheaded enough to try and scrabble for his weapon after that display and attempt to pretend he's got a shot at coming out on top. He's a significant cut below his best right now, and the sooner he admits that the less humiliating it'll be.
Also, that kick made him realize something. He's sore. Leo didn't notice earlier, riding high on adrenalin and new challenges and an overwhelming influx of new situations and information, but now...
Groaning under his breath, Leo holds his right shoulder as he sits up. The gaze that meets Raphael's is appropriately chagrined. Leo knows he earned that take-down.]
... Alright.
Maybe I am a little tired.
[Also bro you seriously caught him off-guard. He will be all over that strategy choice in half a second. Just give his pride a moment to pick itself up off the roof.]
i'mma judge your butt
[Raph connects hard - and shell or no, when Leo gets kicked by one of his brothers he FEELS it. Those huge feet give the lot of them some truly impressive calf muscles. (Whereas, some human Foot ninja have practically bounced off his carapace. Suckers.)
Thanks to the angle of his brother's kick, Leo smacks his shoulder hard into the ground on his way to an ignominious landing. It would take more than this to injure him any further, but the impact does startle a bark of pain out of the blue-clad turtle and his katana hits the roof with a clatter before Leo skids to a halt on his plastron.
Even Leonardo's not pigheaded enough to try and scrabble for his weapon after that display and attempt to pretend he's got a shot at coming out on top. He's a significant cut below his best right now, and the sooner he admits that the less humiliating it'll be.
Also, that kick made him realize something. He's sore. Leo didn't notice earlier, riding high on adrenalin and new challenges and an overwhelming influx of new situations and information, but now...
Groaning under his breath, Leo holds his right shoulder as he sits up. The gaze that meets Raphael's is appropriately chagrined. Leo knows he earned that take-down.]
... Alright.
Maybe I am a little tired.
[Also bro you seriously caught him off-guard. He will be all over that strategy choice in half a second. Just give his pride a moment to pick itself up off the roof.]