The truck shakes and jostles him against the side; he rocks out of his crouch, down onto his knees. All his pads and wraps are still on, his belt, but his sais have been taken. He feels for his hidden shuriken. "Oh yeah, they left a whole arsenal. I've got swords, tonfa, knives, blow darts..."
Raphael stop being a little fuck.
"Just a few shuriken. Nothing to help get us out of here." Better keep those hidden. He tucks them back into his belt.
Raphael grabs the chain around his ankle, feels with his fingers to see how many bolts are holding it down. They're too tight to turn, so he wraps the chain up around his fists and starts pulling. It feels like his foot's going to pop off, the chain is cutting off circulation to his fingers but fuck everything in this truck, Raphael isn't going to let some stupid humans drag he and his brother off for some freak sideshow act somewhere. "Rrrrrgh!"
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Raphael stop being a little fuck.
"Just a few shuriken. Nothing to help get us out of here." Better keep those hidden. He tucks them back into his belt.
Raphael grabs the chain around his ankle, feels with his fingers to see how many bolts are holding it down. They're too tight to turn, so he wraps the chain up around his fists and starts pulling. It feels like his foot's going to pop off, the chain is cutting off circulation to his fingers but fuck everything in this truck, Raphael isn't going to let some stupid humans drag he and his brother off for some freak sideshow act somewhere. "Rrrrrgh!"