Trusting Donnie's lead, Raph is close behind like a large shadow, treading wherever his brother leaps to next. He feels the burn of their previous mission's antics building up in his body, but he can't slow down now, not when a friend needs a hand.

Every building looks normal until they close in on the given coordinates, unassuming until they're within range of the chaos. "What the– " he squints, "–crow??" Mixing up black birds is the lesser of two problems; the flurry of black feathers and the specks of red are worrying. "Oh, that ain't good."

His attention snaps to where another window shatters, catching a glimpse of pink hair attached to the pile of teenager. "Aira!" A second wind picks up and Raph flicks a side glance to Donnie before shifting direction, taking point to get to her as quickly as he can. "Hang tight, we're gonna get you outta here!"