The hoe hit, and even pierced through a crevice in the shell pattern, just a little. Just enough to cause Don to scream in pained rage.
But the carapace on Don's back was just too strong to make for a killing blow. It was designed to withstand those kind of blows and sharp objects, and short of hitting him several hundred times, it just wasn't going to work.
Letting out a second, even angrier scream of war, Don turned back around to face Bro and charged. There was bloody murder in his eyes at this point. His more reasoned logic and any sense of strategy, straight out the window.
The carapace on his back was hard. His plastron, his front, on the other hand...well. There was a reason un-mutated turtles generally walked carapace-side up. It was still hard, but nowhere near as hard as the shell. And under the plastron? Organs galore, with nary any internal protection to stop anything from causing massive damage.
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But the carapace on Don's back was just too strong to make for a killing blow. It was designed to withstand those kind of blows and sharp objects, and short of hitting him several hundred times, it just wasn't going to work.
Letting out a second, even angrier scream of war, Don turned back around to face Bro and charged. There was bloody murder in his eyes at this point. His more reasoned logic and any sense of strategy, straight out the window.
The carapace on his back was hard. His plastron, his front, on the other hand...well. There was a reason un-mutated turtles generally walked carapace-side up. It was still hard, but nowhere near as hard as the shell. And under the plastron? Organs galore, with nary any internal protection to stop anything from causing massive damage.