Raphael's managed to hang on, up until the boar hit the ground. While he hadn't been completely ejected from his seat, the turtle had been flung over the thing's head, shell wedged right between its eyes and either tusk. The turtle groans, shaking his head to clear it before looking up at Tommy.

"...yeah, I didn't really think past 'get meat.' What good's ripping a tusk off? If we tie it up, think we can drag it back?"