[The smack to his face hit and hit him hard, his mouth tasting of iron and bile for a moment as he stayed where he had landed, stunned from the hit.
Then the bo staff was being pressed against the back of his neck, fortunately he wasn't in a position where that pressed his throat against the shelf he had hit but instead it dug the shelf edge against his collar bone.
Something in him seemed to shut off, maybe it was the last feeble attempts at his mind to comprehend this right now, or maybe it was his ability to care that this was his brother, at least in some part.
With barely a whisper of sound he released the trigger in his own weapon, changing it into its kusarigama form. Then he launched the weighted end that held the chain up and behind him, his goal to ensnare one of Donatello's hands where it held the bo staff, if not then at least catch the staff and pull it off of him by pulling it all to the side. As he tried that he kicked up and back, hoping to get the form behind him in the stomach with the heel of his foot.
Before that was even completed he was preparing to roll away in the opposite direction as he pulled the bo staff toward.]
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Then the bo staff was being pressed against the back of his neck, fortunately he wasn't in a position where that pressed his throat against the shelf he had hit but instead it dug the shelf edge against his collar bone.
Something in him seemed to shut off, maybe it was the last feeble attempts at his mind to comprehend this right now, or maybe it was his ability to care that this was his brother, at least in some part.
With barely a whisper of sound he released the trigger in his own weapon, changing it into its kusarigama form. Then he launched the weighted end that held the chain up and behind him, his goal to ensnare one of Donatello's hands where it held the bo staff, if not then at least catch the staff and pull it off of him by pulling it all to the side. As he tried that he kicked up and back, hoping to get the form behind him in the stomach with the heel of his foot.
Before that was even completed he was preparing to roll away in the opposite direction as he pulled the bo staff toward.]
Don't.