[Mikey couldn't fight back, or even properly defend against Donnie under the rain of blows, just concentrating on keeping his injured hand and his vital areas protected. Instead he couldn't prevent the hits or cuts to his arms or extreme sides, he knew to keep his stomach covered the best he could though, and kept slightly bent over to protect the soft, vulnerable area.
He fell to the ground in a daze, his whole body aching from what he had just dealt with. And that proved more than enough to give Donnie time to pull him back up and wrap the purple mask around his throat...
and then he was tightening it, and panic flared in Mikey. He reached for Donnie, wanting to go for a throw, but with one hand out of commission it had very little effect, his one good hand scrambling against Donnie while the other did little more than leave some blood on his brother.
Fear lit up his eyes and it started to send him struggling more, against the better judgement he had learn on how to handle this. His angry tears that had been shocked away were replaced by ones of fear.]
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He fell to the ground in a daze, his whole body aching from what he had just dealt with. And that proved more than enough to give Donnie time to pull him back up and wrap the purple mask around his throat...
and then he was tightening it, and panic flared in Mikey. He reached for Donnie, wanting to go for a throw, but with one hand out of commission it had very little effect, his one good hand scrambling against Donnie while the other did little more than leave some blood on his brother.
Fear lit up his eyes and it started to send him struggling more, against the better judgement he had learn on how to handle this. His angry tears that had been shocked away were replaced by ones of fear.]