[The perk of being small and wirey (and substantially smaller than the turtles he spends the most time with) is that he's great at scrabbling around and finding small spaces to occupy between them without getting in their way. He's also learned to find his own way to get things done, since growing up in the apocalypse means you either learn some self-sufficiency or you die fast. The balcony is a bit of a climb and the path up is halfway collapsed, but he manages to get most of the way up on his own power just fine. It's only when he reaches the fencing around the edge that a piece of the rusted old metal comes loose, very nearly sending him plummeting back down onto his ass.
Thank goodness his instincts have been honed enough in training that he's quick to fling his hand back out, releasing his grappling hook and latching on to a more stable part of the fencing. He swings there for a moment, eyes blown wide and quietly stunned that a) that worked and b) he did it right and c) he did it right while being supervised, before he shakes it off and allows the wire to draw him back up to where he'd been. A quick hop gets him over to the other side where he crouches in a decent observation spot, draws his hockey stick, and waits for their signal.]
Fifteen, south, [Donnie whispers, eyes on Casey long enough to be sure he's found a stable hold. The squeals and snarls of the dogs filter in through the broken glass windows, bouncing eerily off of the rubble of downtown Manhattan as they scrabble closer. Something's claws catches on metal, the resulting screech horrific, but by then the first cluster of dogs (four) are bursting into the store, snarling and snapping. They clamor for where the tendril was before its untimely demise at the vest laser, then spread out to search.
The dogs will find them soon enough; they might be out of immediate sight, but they haven't been able to cover their smell. The laser on Casey's vest switches to whatever dog is nearest at the time but doesn't fire as per Donnie's silent command, in order to protect their advantage.
Donnie glances over at Leo and gestures at the dogs. Go first. He'll cover. Casey can jump in when (if) he feels he's ready.]
[He's luckily gotten high enough that he can see the layout of what's left of the store... And also the hounds tearing through the destroyed merchandise, making sure whatever they touch is no longer viable. Good they grabbed the important things. He wants to get them out of here, at least get the supplies back to the base quickly so Casey can get this easy experience - but he can still feel that gaping maw where his ninpo is barely a trickle. He doesn't want to use it unless it's absolutely necessary.
If he has to, then it'll be Casey.
At the gesture, Leo looks from his brother back to the hounds. Then he smiles at Casey giving a 'wait here' motion of his hand before diving in with a flourish of his katana. He's just gonna go to town, boys.]
[O-oh, wait here? Casey had been about to join the fray, still anxious but eager to show his merit, but he's not about to disobey one of sensei's instructions. He shifts to a better position to clearly keep an eye on things, and looks towards Donatello next, unsure. How long should he wait? Or should he make a judgment call? If Leo runs into trouble, he's not sure he could hold back, if there was something he could do.
(He tries to bury the thought of what good he would be able to do, if Leo couldn't handle it. Everyone needs help sometimes, even his seemingly invincible sensei.)
For now he'll watch the chaos. Watching Leo work is a lesson in and of itself- he hasn't earned the title of greatest ninja master for nothing.]
[Leo...the whole point of this was to give Casey a taste of what's to come. It's just a bunch of dogs, and Donnie put that laser vest on him for a reason. Overprotective Sensei strikes again.
Donnie rolls his eyes but doesn't move otherwise, at least having learned not to challenge Leo on his decisions in the thick of a fight (finally). Though when it does seem like the rest of the dogs are gathering to surround Leo, he nudges Casey gently and jerks his head toward the scuffle. Go on kid, you have the advantage. Donnie's up here and he's not going to let anybody die or get turned, so go to town. It's fun!]
There's one hound he left untouched at the back of the pack, snarling and growling trying to get in on the action. (But can he really be blamed for being overprotective? He can't let Casey get hurt-) He does step aside, so Casey has an easier line of sight to the mongrel, only cutting down the one or two hounds immediately in front of him.]
[He'd been waiting with a hair trigger, so when permission is given Casey launches himself over the rail and slides down the hill of rubble, spinning his chainstick around to gear up for the strongest swing he can muster. It's not the stealthiest approach, but the Krang dogs were already on edge from the fight with Leo, so when the closest one twists around to snarl at him, he gets a face full of chainsaw.
It's... eugh. Somehow messier than expected, and he's grateful for the mask over his face because a stronger whiff of that would probably be getting him sick. Probably something to do with the unnatural infection coursing through its body. He shakes it off as best as he can and ducks under its swinging claws, knocking its back feet under it with a kick and rolling to get over to where Leo is, bracing against his back. These things sure are durable...]
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Thank goodness his instincts have been honed enough in training that he's quick to fling his hand back out, releasing his grappling hook and latching on to a more stable part of the fencing. He swings there for a moment, eyes blown wide and quietly stunned that a) that worked and b) he did it right and c) he did it right while being supervised, before he shakes it off and allows the wire to draw him back up to where he'd been. A quick hop gets him over to the other side where he crouches in a decent observation spot, draws his hockey stick, and waits for their signal.]
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The dogs will find them soon enough; they might be out of immediate sight, but they haven't been able to cover their smell. The laser on Casey's vest switches to whatever dog is nearest at the time but doesn't fire as per Donnie's silent command, in order to protect their advantage.
Donnie glances over at Leo and gestures at the dogs. Go first. He'll cover. Casey can jump in when (if) he feels he's ready.]
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If he has to, then it'll be Casey.
At the gesture, Leo looks from his brother back to the hounds. Then he smiles at Casey giving a 'wait here' motion of his hand before diving in with a flourish of his katana. He's just gonna go to town, boys.]
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(He tries to bury the thought of what good he would be able to do, if Leo couldn't handle it. Everyone needs help sometimes, even his seemingly invincible sensei.)
For now he'll watch the chaos. Watching Leo work is a lesson in and of itself- he hasn't earned the title of greatest ninja master for nothing.]
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Donnie rolls his eyes but doesn't move otherwise, at least having learned not to challenge Leo on his decisions in the thick of a fight (finally). Though when it does seem like the rest of the dogs are gathering to surround Leo, he nudges Casey gently and jerks his head toward the scuffle. Go on kid, you have the advantage. Donnie's up here and he's not going to let anybody die or get turned, so go to town. It's fun!]
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There's one hound he left untouched at the back of the pack, snarling and growling trying to get in on the action. (But can he really be blamed for being overprotective? He can't let Casey get hurt-) He does step aside, so Casey has an easier line of sight to the mongrel, only cutting down the one or two hounds immediately in front of him.]
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It's... eugh. Somehow messier than expected, and he's grateful for the mask over his face because a stronger whiff of that would probably be getting him sick. Probably something to do with the unnatural infection coursing through its body. He shakes it off as best as he can and ducks under its swinging claws, knocking its back feet under it with a kick and rolling to get over to where Leo is, bracing against his back. These things sure are durable...]