The grenade blast knocked Raph off his feet. He felt a sudden piercing pain in his left upper arm, something that made him let out a noise that was half-indignant screech, half-growl as he felt the shrapnel stuck in the flesh there.
That no good rotten - he was going to stick his sais right up his -
Raph heard the sound of another gun being cocked.
He didn't have time to yell over his injury because all of a sudden the man was spraying bullets all over the place. He dove and took refuge behind a particularly large, thick tree as wood splintered around him from the gunfire.
"Where are you even getting all these guns from?!" he screamed out into the darkness. "Are you even a person or are you the living embodiment of an NRA convention?"
He hated guns. Laser guns, gun guns, it didn't matter. Guns sucked when you were trained in weaponry that hadn't been the height of technology since feudal Japan.
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That no good rotten - he was going to stick his sais right up his -
Raph heard the sound of another gun being cocked.
He didn't have time to yell over his injury because all of a sudden the man was spraying bullets all over the place. He dove and took refuge behind a particularly large, thick tree as wood splintered around him from the gunfire.
"Where are you even getting all these guns from?!" he screamed out into the darkness. "Are you even a person or are you the living embodiment of an NRA convention?"
He hated guns. Laser guns, gun guns, it didn't matter. Guns sucked when you were trained in weaponry that hadn't been the height of technology since feudal Japan.