"Donnie draws his bō and darts out of the cell. At the same time, Leo and Raph launch two handfuls of smoke bombs down the hallway. Donnie holds his breath and lets his nictitating membranes slide across his eyes to protect them from the smoke; he takes advantage of the cover to get as close as he dares, and then he stops, plants his feet, and brings his bō up in front of him, spinning it like a turbine.
The wind it generates clears the smoke enough for the Kraang to see him and begin firing, but Donnie grits his teeth and keeps his staff spinning fast enough to deflect the lasers. Unnoticed in the chaos, Raph and Leo launch themselves over Donnie’s head, weapons drawn, and slam into the midst of the Kraang."
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