It's a line they can cross but we won't, [Leo comments on the topic of hostages, brimming with faith in the wisdom of his sensei's words on the matter. He paraphrases them now.] It makes them dangerous, but it doesn't make them strong.
[Leo's reaction to the suggestion that Korra might confront Shredder, on the other hand, is nothing short of dramatic. His eyes widen in alarm and he turns to face her squarely, one hand gesturing for emphasis.]
Korra, NO. Shredder – he isn't just some psychopath with an army. He's a Grand Master of ninjutsu, like Sensei. We've only fought him once, all four of us against him alone, and we – we barely made it out alive.
[The young turtle is dead serious. That fight hadn't been a battle; it had been a rout, where it seemed all the progress they could make was to pull the heavily-armored ninja off a family member: after Raphael went down, Leo engaged only to be taken out in an unprecedented five seconds; then Donnie was flattened, so Mikey dove in with shuriken flying and was tossed off the building for his contribution; after that Leo and Donnie both got cornered and Raphael saved them by inches with a kamikaze leap, and so on and so forth.
It was blind, random, sheer lucky chance that they got away. A crucial distraction, just as Leo was facing the end of a blade and an ultimatum to surrender his father or die – they were given the space of seconds in which to escape, his brothers pulling him to his feet as he limped from a cracked rib and they retreated to the sewers while Shredder's head was turned. Leo had stared death in the eyes that day, and that sobering memory plus the knowledge that the only reason he and his brothers were alive was due to the protection of their shells lends urgency to his warning.
If the Shredder got inside Korra's guard – and the man excelled at ripping through defenses as if they were tissue paper – she would wind up with a lot worse than the deep, parallel scores that dent Leo's shell here and there. Some marks are the result of training flubs, but an increasing and now-overwhelming number of them are from live combat; a deep few are from that battle. Turtles carry their history.
On impulse, Leonardo reaches out for one of her hands and holds it between the two of them. There's nothing proprietary or invasive about the gesture; he's merely that earnest, and desperately trying to get through. She cannot go after Oruku Saki. The Foot clan leader will take her out and she won't even see it coming; her bending won't get a chance.]
Promise me you won't go after him, especially not alone. Please.
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[Leo's reaction to the suggestion that Korra might confront Shredder, on the other hand, is nothing short of dramatic. His eyes widen in alarm and he turns to face her squarely, one hand gesturing for emphasis.]
Korra, NO. Shredder – he isn't just some psychopath with an army. He's a Grand Master of ninjutsu, like Sensei. We've only fought him once, all four of us against him alone, and we – we barely made it out alive.
[The young turtle is dead serious. That fight hadn't been a battle; it had been a rout, where it seemed all the progress they could make was to pull the heavily-armored ninja off a family member: after Raphael went down, Leo engaged only to be taken out in an unprecedented five seconds; then Donnie was flattened, so Mikey dove in with shuriken flying and was tossed off the building for his contribution; after that Leo and Donnie both got cornered and Raphael saved them by inches with a kamikaze leap, and so on and so forth.
It was blind, random, sheer lucky chance that they got away. A crucial distraction, just as Leo was facing the end of a blade and an ultimatum to surrender his father or die – they were given the space of seconds in which to escape, his brothers pulling him to his feet as he limped from a cracked rib and they retreated to the sewers while Shredder's head was turned. Leo had stared death in the eyes that day, and that sobering memory plus the knowledge that the only reason he and his brothers were alive was due to the protection of their shells lends urgency to his warning.
If the Shredder got inside Korra's guard – and the man excelled at ripping through defenses as if they were tissue paper – she would wind up with a lot worse than the deep, parallel scores that dent Leo's shell here and there. Some marks are the result of training flubs, but an increasing and now-overwhelming number of them are from live combat; a deep few are from that battle. Turtles carry their history.
On impulse, Leonardo reaches out for one of her hands and holds it between the two of them. There's nothing proprietary or invasive about the gesture; he's merely that earnest, and desperately trying to get through. She cannot go after Oruku Saki. The Foot clan leader will take her out and she won't even see it coming; her bending won't get a chance.]
Promise me you won't go after him, especially not alone. Please.