Don attempts to retreat - he doesn't want to fight Tazendra - but the general melee has him cornered. Changing plans on the fly has never been his strong suit, and it distracts him enough that he misses blocking the second attack.

The blow to the head interrupts his control over his telepathy, setting loose a thought. An unknown power seizes the psychic transmission and gleefully amplifies it, projecting the way-too-loud words into Tazendra's mind.

WHAT IS GOING ON? I HAVE TO -- WHERE'S MIKE? KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE FIRST, DONATELLO!