"We've got to get through these goons!" Raph shouts as he tears open one of the guards' chests.
"Easier said than done, bro!" Mikey replies, leaping over a guard and bashing two more in the heads with swirling nunchucks.
"Well, there is a way to do it, remember what Master always tells us...'possess the right thinking'," Leo responds, slicing, blocking and striking with his katana.
"Yeah, but how?" Don asks, twirling his bo in defense.
"We FIGHT, that's how!" Raph shouts, fighting with more ferocity.
"God I LOVE being a turtle!" Mike cries out, fighting with glee.
Leo sighs and comments, "I think we talk more than fight..." He beheads an opponent, taking a cut in the shoulder from someone else to add to the injuries all of them were collecting.
Raph can feel the rage starting to cloud his vision with a blood red mist, as he slowly goes berzerk.
"Aw crap..." Don says as Raph looses it.
Mike groans, and Leo says, as he watches guards either running or getting picked off by Raph, himself or one of his other brothers, "This might actually be a miracle in disguise...we're winning guys! Now before reinforcements arrive, let's get OUTA here!"
Raph continues to fight as the others try to calm him down, and within about 15 minutes, they are gone.
Diana groans, turning her head to the side and putting the palm of one hand on the ground, wondering how the hell she got there.
Oh no! He didn't...not again...
She sighs in relief as she finds herself fully clothed and in no new pain. Oh good...he didn't...now how do I get out of this cell?!
She forces herself to her feet, freezing as more pain shoots its way up her body. She forces back a whimper.
Ok, I'm going to have to come up with a plan to get out of here...
She moves around her small cell, trying yet again to find a weak spot. She's also searching for something else. A good place to hide.
The guys duck into a room for about the thousandth time as two more guards walk down the corridor.
Mike whispers, "Dude...this isn't working, man.."
"What was yer first clue?" Raph retorts.
"Guys, hush...maybe if we find an air vent or something big enough to have us all fit in, we can take that route, as it is..." Leo whispers.
"I think we're in the control room, guys," Don interrupts, standing by two unconscious guards.
Raph grins, cracking his knuckles. "Let's play a game of 'Smash 'n Bash'," he says.
"Heh...Raph, you can play 'Smash 'N Bash' when we run into more guards...I think this place would be of more use if Don stuck around...I'm sure he can figure this system out," Leo comments.
Raph shrugs as Don sits down at the control panel, looking it over.
"Think you can figure it out, dude?" Mike asks.
Don continues looking over the panel, "Hmm...it seems simple enough...clearly labeled and all, I think I can handle it."
"Good, we'll use these to communicate," Leo tells his brothers, holding up radio communicators that he found.
Don nods, putting one of the head set things on, "You've got an ally up here, guys."
Leo nods, "Good, let's see the monitors?"
Don flips a few switches, and the screens go from room to room until they find Diana, looking around her room.
"God...she looks like she's in pain..." Raph mutters a soft growl in the back of his throat, noticing her lurching movements.
Leo just nods, clenching his jaw.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Raph suddenly screams, seeing Diana being dragged out, kicking and screaming, on the monitor.
Raph suddenly turns and races out of the room.
Leo growls under his breath, "Shimatta, that hothead's gonna get himself killed. Mike you stay here with Don while I go get Raph."
With that he takes off after Raph, like a breeze through the fields.
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Seventeen
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