He lefts himself be lifted into his brother's arms, his head limply rolling into Raph's chest. Leo is blinking rapidly, like someone just turned a bright light in his face and he can't make sense of all the spots, like he's been struck entirely stupid by whatever it was that slammed into him.

The muscles in his throat convulse as he chokes something unintelligible out, bites his tongue, enamel slicing into flesh and drawing warm blood. His fingers grip his brother's bicep with bone-splintering ferocity. For a heartbeat, he's nothing more than a frozen deer in headlights. Then suddenly his heels start kicking out against the ground, grappling for a hold in the soft dust, his spine arching as far as the shell will allow; pushing himself away like he's trying to struggle out of Raphael's arms.

He may have been as silent as a corpse moments ago, but now he's like a caged animal, a panicked beast. Trying to escape.

His gaze turns on his brother, pupils wide and dilated behind the mask. The tendons in his neck jut out from beneath his sweaty skin with every harried word. "Raph, geh...gehht...awa -"

His jaw snaps shut with an audible click, head wrenching to the side. Then he peers back up with a vicious snarl, forcibly yanks himself away from Raph's grip, rolls onto his knees with perfect capability. "Get...my swords!"