[For a turtle Raphael's no slowpoke either, and after sheathing his sai he's dashing off alongside the raccoon, his head angling the rest of his body forward like an arrow, arms thrown back to minimize wind resistance.]
I wish!
[He wonders how well bombs would work when even a space gun hardly left a scratch. Not that he wouldn't gladly point out where they could find some heavier arsenal if he one existed here. He only had smoke bombs himself, and somehow he doubted they'd be very helpful in this instance. ]
Aw crap, where'd it go?!
[This after he steals a glance over his shoulder.]
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I wish!
[He wonders how well bombs would work when even a space gun hardly left a scratch. Not that he wouldn't gladly point out where they could find some heavier arsenal if he one existed here. He only had smoke bombs himself, and somehow he doubted they'd be very helpful in this instance. ]
Aw crap, where'd it go?!
[This after he steals a glance over his shoulder.]