So they've been kidnapped by some sort of tranq-wielding animal wranglers working for an as-yet-unnamed woman who sent her goons out specifically to capture them - whether they were after the turtles specifically or simply any mutant they could get their hands on is yet another entry in the "sure would be nice to know" column - possibly for a science lab or zoo or creepy private collection, but let's not forget what's really important here: the fact they mistook Leo for a girl.
Leo spares half a second to glare because are you kidding there are more important things to focus on here and also he does not look like a girl - does he?? - but that's before the situation collapses. Dammit, Leo KNEW something like this would happen if Raph couldn't get clear of the combat zone in short order, this is exactly why he wanted his brother to leave! He should've kept trying for that lock, should've taken a harder line with Raphael...
And now the situation is bad. In fact it could hardly get much worse; Raph is down for the count, Leo can barely stand and their trump card, their hidden weapons, has been spent for nothing, along with any element of surprise. What meager advantage Leo holds is temporary breathing room at best; there's no way he can carry Raph out on a half-mangled leg, even if he could stumble his own way through the lingering sedation - the limp weight of his brother would be difficult under normal circumstances. They aren't walking out of here. And even Leo can't be optimistic about the possibility of negotiating passage; the humans are only waiting for a clear shot and they will get an opportunity sooner or later.
"You're telling me," Leo grumbles in surly self-depreciation, uneasily tightening his hold as he edges backwards along the ramp and trying to take advantage of the protection afforded by the open trailer. This situation can't last. Even if Leo could hold out, barricaded with his hostage for hours, waiting for Raph to wake up would only do them so much good. And both the humans and Leonardo know that he's not going to get that far. Yet his other options are, what - to get shot? To give up?
Actually... With both retreat and victory out of bounds, surrender is not that bad of an idea. If he's going down anyway, he would be better off conscious and aware, alert for information they might need. It stings his pride but he's simply out of options; he has to do what's best for the both of them, and that means clinging to any advantage he can. Including consciousness. Leo would never consider the move in Raphael's sight, but his brother can hardly cuss him out for giving up while he's not awake to see it.
"Okay - okay! Don't shoot. I'm - I'm letting him go." Leo loosens his grip, reversing his knife-hold as he cautiously moves to release the human, and takes a balancing step with his good leg to adjust for the loss of support - then his foot slips at the edge of the ramp. He's lost his orientation along the angled platform, backing up with his attention elsewhere; now he's far closer to the lip than he expected.
With a startled gasp, Leo teeters to compensate, automatically reaching with his free hand for the nearest and only handhold: his former hostage. But the man isn't feeling friendly and he shoves the mutant away with a resentful slur; Leo yelps, flails wide - but he can't regain balance, slipping over the edge and scraping his injured leg on the way down. Before he can give voice to the pain the ground slams into his carapace, driving air from his lungs and resounding through every mangled or bruised muscle fiber.
Gagging, Leo twists to the side and grips his leg, but he doesn't have time to wallow in shock. He scuffles to sit halfway up the instant his shaking limbs will respond, instinctively searching for his weapon, but instead of his wayward tanto he finds himself quickly ringed by a half-circle of scowling humans, gun barrels glinting from the artificial lights illuminating the loading zone.
Leo blinks wide over one hand raised halfway in defense, breathing harsh. He's down, pinned, injured and unarmed - surely they wouldn't?
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Leo spares half a second to glare because are you kidding there are more important things to focus on here and also he does not look like a girl - does he?? - but that's before the situation collapses. Dammit, Leo KNEW something like this would happen if Raph couldn't get clear of the combat zone in short order, this is exactly why he wanted his brother to leave! He should've kept trying for that lock, should've taken a harder line with Raphael...
And now the situation is bad. In fact it could hardly get much worse; Raph is down for the count, Leo can barely stand and their trump card, their hidden weapons, has been spent for nothing, along with any element of surprise. What meager advantage Leo holds is temporary breathing room at best; there's no way he can carry Raph out on a half-mangled leg, even if he could stumble his own way through the lingering sedation - the limp weight of his brother would be difficult under normal circumstances. They aren't walking out of here. And even Leo can't be optimistic about the possibility of negotiating passage; the humans are only waiting for a clear shot and they will get an opportunity sooner or later.
"You're telling me," Leo grumbles in surly self-depreciation, uneasily tightening his hold as he edges backwards along the ramp and trying to take advantage of the protection afforded by the open trailer. This situation can't last. Even if Leo could hold out, barricaded with his hostage for hours, waiting for Raph to wake up would only do them so much good. And both the humans and Leonardo know that he's not going to get that far. Yet his other options are, what - to get shot? To give up?
Actually... With both retreat and victory out of bounds, surrender is not that bad of an idea. If he's going down anyway, he would be better off conscious and aware, alert for information they might need. It stings his pride but he's simply out of options; he has to do what's best for the both of them, and that means clinging to any advantage he can. Including consciousness. Leo would never consider the move in Raphael's sight, but his brother can hardly cuss him out for giving up while he's not awake to see it.
"Okay - okay! Don't shoot. I'm - I'm letting him go." Leo loosens his grip, reversing his knife-hold as he cautiously moves to release the human, and takes a balancing step with his good leg to adjust for the loss of support - then his foot slips at the edge of the ramp. He's lost his orientation along the angled platform, backing up with his attention elsewhere; now he's far closer to the lip than he expected.
With a startled gasp, Leo teeters to compensate, automatically reaching with his free hand for the nearest and only handhold: his former hostage. But the man isn't feeling friendly and he shoves the mutant away with a resentful slur; Leo yelps, flails wide - but he can't regain balance, slipping over the edge and scraping his injured leg on the way down. Before he can give voice to the pain the ground slams into his carapace, driving air from his lungs and resounding through every mangled or bruised muscle fiber.
Gagging, Leo twists to the side and grips his leg, but he doesn't have time to wallow in shock. He scuffles to sit halfway up the instant his shaking limbs will respond, instinctively searching for his weapon, but instead of his wayward tanto he finds himself quickly ringed by a half-circle of scowling humans, gun barrels glinting from the artificial lights illuminating the loading zone.
Leo blinks wide over one hand raised halfway in defense, breathing harsh. He's down, pinned, injured and unarmed - surely they wouldn't?
"Wait -"