The pain caused Don to drop to a knee, letting out a silent, soundless scream. His entire right side threatened to spasm from the sheer agony. Like touching a raw, exposed spinal nerve, perhaps if the other twisted hard enough he could be a puppet for her.

Well, not really. But it was overwhelming pain. Was this what Leonardo felt when Karai had attacked him? Did he still feel those kind of echoes? Was it the kind of pain to spur on that anger that had been in his older brother's heart?

At least he had an idea as to the answer to that last answer. And on his knee, Don was in a better position to roll away and counterstrike. And that was precisely what he did, without warning, finally catching the breath and scream and shoving both back into his lungs. This time, however, he kicked, hard, at her chest.

A strong monster, huh.

She was quite presumptuous to think he didn't know that.