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OH MAN. LEAVE it to Superfly to be around when things hit the fan. He’s been trying to lay low ever since his escape from that wretched place that had both been kind enough to restore him to his proper glory and cruel enough to try and keep him caged. And yet, while doing his usual scavenging, he’s managed to find himself in pretty close proximity to some midnight scuffle that’s broken out between the ninjas and whatever hoodlums happened to fall into their line of sight. It’s far too close for comfort; those tortoises are some of the LAST people he wants to be near, and he’s sure the feeling’s mutual. It really isn’t his business if they’re getting into fights, especially not when he himself had been nothing short of VINDICTIVE towards them for opposing him. Besides, he’s got bigger problems to worry about right now.
Yet, just as he’s about to turn and high-tail it while they’ve yet to see him, he manages to catch sight of the purple one ( what’s his name again ? Danny ? Shoot, he never really did bother to catch their names, did he ) getting beamed in the back of the head by some stray object that was thrown. He’d think nothing of it — whatever, it’s just a slight bump to the head, no big deal — if not for the way the teen looks…off, from where Superfly’s standing. But— again, whatever, right ? Just needs a moment or two to recover, then he’ll be fine. But they’re in a FIGHT. A moment or two might be a moment or two too late. And a guy’s already gearing up to swing—
( AH HELL. They better not make him regret his next decision. )
Before the guy knows it, his arm’s caught between massive pincers. Superfly can feel him tense up in shock at the sudden contact, accompanied by his arm suddenly being shoved in one direction to redirect his attempted strike. His face is reflected in the blazing red compound eyes of the fly, his own eyes wide. At first, they’re wide in surprise, then they’re wide in recognition and fear. “ Wait, “ the assailant says, “ You’re— “
POW ! Superfly’s fist swiftly connects with the man’s jaw, sending him flying. He’s out cold as soon as he hits the ground. What can the fly say ? He’s never been one for holding back.
It’s shortly after Superfly’s sudden intervention that he hears Donnie’s words, prompting him to turn to face the turtle mutant. Casually, as if he didn’t just suddenly swoop in to deliver a left hook to some guy, he says, “ Bump on the head’ll sure do that to ya’. Maybe you oughta keep an eye out for airborne objects next time. “ ( Well. No one’s ever praised him for his ‘bedside manner.’ )
«Huh..? Superfly??!» Don said in a haze, holding his bo up, mostly to try to seem intimidating. Don knew he wasn’t in the shape to fight, not when he felt this hazy. He knew the pulsating pain in the back of his head was bad news, and he took a second to touch the tender area, not particularly happy of the fact he felt blood. He quickly regained his pose, holding his bo ready in both hands, ready to strike.
»W..wait..I’m sorry we attacked you. Your brothers and sister..everyone is okay..They’re with us..»
Remember, diaphragmatic breathing. Deep. Controlled. The more oxygen flow to the brain, the better.
«Siri. Emergency. Alert Leo.» Don said as clearly as he could, unable to keep his voice from shaking.
Siri's rose from his phone. «Alerting Leo. Sending. Sending. Immediate assistance required. Last known location, 527 Worthen Street. Bronx. Sending location. Activating emergency aid. Assess and act. Step One. Check the perimeters for safety—any threats nearby?"
«Uhh…» Don's voice wavered as he looked at Superfly, his eyes wide and scared. He barely daring to take his eyes off the other mutant, his eyes darted to the right and to his left, spotting the bodies laying motionless the ground.
«Step Two. Lay down.» Siri continued. «I can’t!» Don replied, stressed from both the pressure of the AI and the terrifying, mindblowing presence of Superfly.
«Superfly..You survived?! Ohh I’m so dead. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.»
«Step Three. Assess and act. State critical facts.» Siri insisted.
«Wait!.. I haven’t laid down yet. Ohh I feel sick.» Don swayed a bit, and broadened his stance, feeling like he was about to pass out.
