Raph has no idea what his brother has in mind, but he reaches for the sai without question, offering it pommel-first. This better be good. Even though they're so close to the open air, the smoke and heat have only gotten worse as they climbed. And like before, the hole only acts like a vacuum, pulling it all upward and feeding the growing pillars of flame. He grits his teeth against the pain in his chest, the heat singeing his skin, and just lets Leo do his thing.

"This better be good, Leo," he says, his voice grating like sandpaper in his throat. "'Cause in about two seconds we're gonna be turtles flambe."

If he loses his sai, he'll be pretty cheesed off. But if they die, he's gonna be pissed.