It's quite impressive and inspiring to witness Raph smashing away. He's not a match personality-wise to any of her own friends from back home, but all the same, he has the same kind of dependable strength—and on the battlefield, there's nothing more valuable.
Unfortunately, Maleficent isn't exactly fighting fair. It seems there may be too many raven soldiers for Raph to clear away on his own, even with all of his exceptional smashing, and so Aira crushes a few herself with a set of powerful kicks. Ugh, but are they seriously going to just keep coming?
"Sorry!"
That's an apology for not finding an immediate opening, and also for what she's about to do—which is to use the back of his shell as a springboard. She builds momentum, then bounds off his back and vaults towards Maleficent. While airborne, the staff draws her attention. If that's the source of power controlling Donnie, then maybe she doesn't need a clean shot at the witch herself.
Groaning from the exertion, and blinded partially from the crystal's glow, Aira extenders a tendril of her hair out towards the staff. Closer, closer, come on...!
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It's quite impressive and inspiring to witness Raph smashing away. He's not a match personality-wise to any of her own friends from back home, but all the same, he has the same kind of dependable strength—and on the battlefield, there's nothing more valuable.
Unfortunately, Maleficent isn't exactly fighting fair. It seems there may be too many raven soldiers for Raph to clear away on his own, even with all of his exceptional smashing, and so Aira crushes a few herself with a set of powerful kicks. Ugh, but are they seriously going to just keep coming?
"Sorry!"
That's an apology for not finding an immediate opening, and also for what she's about to do—which is to use the back of his shell as a springboard. She builds momentum, then bounds off his back and vaults towards Maleficent. While airborne, the staff draws her attention. If that's the source of power controlling Donnie, then maybe she doesn't need a clean shot at the witch herself.
Groaning from the exertion, and blinded partially from the crystal's glow, Aira extenders a tendril of her hair out towards the staff. Closer, closer, come on...!