[Raphael slows and looks frontwards again as Rocket gives a sweep behind them, keeping his eyes moving, his senses on edge. Shifting to glance over around them again, he frowns. There's no sound, but he can't dismiss that sense of something behind him..
He catches a gleam of silver out of the corner of his eye and doesn't get more than a brief gasp out as the scythe comes arcing around-
and whistles right over his shoulders, leaving him headless. ..? Except there's strangely no gout of blood, and no head rolling on the floor.]
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[Raphael slows and looks frontwards again as Rocket gives a sweep behind them, keeping his eyes moving, his senses on edge. Shifting to glance over around them again, he frowns. There's no sound, but he can't dismiss that sense of something behind him..
He catches a gleam of silver out of the corner of his eye and doesn't get more than a brief gasp out as the scythe comes arcing around-
and whistles right over his shoulders, leaving him headless. ..? Except there's strangely no gout of blood, and no head rolling on the floor.]