[Raph spins around, sai at the ready and a dangerous look in his eyes.
Then, he lowers his sai, lets his shoulders drop, and turns the blade in so the pommel is outward. Three steps, and it's prodding into Don's plastron. The anger in his eyes only deepens.
The corner of his mouth twists into a sneer.]
Well ain't that too damn bad for you. 'Cause I can't hear anybody's opinion right now.
[His eyes narrow into a withering glare.] Guess you'll just have to respect that.
[Action]
Then, he lowers his sai, lets his shoulders drop, and turns the blade in so the pommel is outward. Three steps, and it's prodding into Don's plastron. The anger in his eyes only deepens.
The corner of his mouth twists into a sneer.]
Well ain't that too damn bad for you. 'Cause I can't hear anybody's opinion right now.
[His eyes narrow into a withering glare.] Guess you'll just have to respect that.