[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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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...]