[The fall feels both too short, and too long all at once. Like Leo is hurtling though space as the world around him whirls with a mixture of green fog and fleshy pulsating walls.
He can hear the Krang leader's laughter following him.
The ground is surprisingly hard, old wood that has yet to be tainted with the Krang's reach. The living walls seem to be creeping downwards after Leonardo. Squelching wetly as new sections take shape.
A single light sways overhead where the ceiling hasn't been caved in by the Krang's presence. It flickers, giving the room a dull almost yellowed glow.
A figure lays a few feet away, curled in on himself. The red and blue fabric of is suit catches the light. The figure breathes out weakly, head lulled to the side.]
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He can hear the Krang leader's laughter following him.
The ground is surprisingly hard, old wood that has yet to be tainted with the Krang's reach. The living walls seem to be creeping downwards after Leonardo. Squelching wetly as new sections take shape.
A single light sways overhead where the ceiling hasn't been caved in by the Krang's presence. It flickers, giving the room a dull almost yellowed glow.
A figure lays a few feet away, curled in on himself. The red and blue fabric of is suit catches the light. The figure breathes out weakly, head lulled to the side.]