Ashura-ou

He couldn’t move; his entire body was still and rigid like a statue. No matter how hard the young ninja tried, his arms and legs would not obey his mental commands. Raphael was not tied down, nor paralyzed. It was the deep, baritone voice of Shredder echoing through his brain that kept him from moving. However, the hothead was well aware of his surroundings. The battered and bruised bodies of his brothers and sensei lay before him, scarred and bleeding. Raphael wanted so desperately to reach out and help them, but Shredder’s voice in his head prevented him from doing so. Leonardo’s arms shook with the effort to push himse