With a groan, the Burly man smashed through the frozen wall, escaping the brunt of the falling spears as he emerged into the open once again.
Rain trickled down his vest, sticking his clothes to his skin.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he raised his arms to his face and tore off the mask.
Slowly, his chest rose and fell, shoulders jerking slightly with it as his gaze darted to the side.
At the side, the crumbled building held. A part of it stood with frozen dignity while the other was a rubble of dirt and rocks.
His attention wasn't on the state of the building but on his opponents as they leisurely ran out in unison.
Raph led Rita into the opening, his gaze locking with the Burly man's as a palpable tension ensued between them.
With a smirk, he said.
"Let's go, Rita. Corner that man."
"Yes, sir!" She said with a smile as her paintbrush sparkled with a primal white hue.
