He nods solemnly. "Better." And they continue their slow dance of form-focused sparring. He steps forward, Don mirrors him - give and take, so different from the satisfying rush of battle. Raph's frown deepens.

"If y'know I'm stronger than you, you don't have to block me head on." His memory flickers back to his brother's previous demonstration of acrobatics. "You're smarter than that."

He curls his fist and throws a quick dragon punch at his brother's jaw, then rocks back for a roundhouse kick meant to throw him off guard. "Dodge it."

He doesn't know who Don's trying to impress, fighting him like this. Their styles have always contrasted like night and day. Don is the brains, Raph is the powerhouse, but most of what Don's done today is try to fit himself in Raph's niche and fight fire with fire, like he's trying too hard to be something he's not.

Did Don want to get his shell handed to him?

As the match goes on, Raph wonders exactly how much of this session is actually for him.