Shaking out his hands, Raphael nods and darts off. He's up in the trees again, slashing a few vines that are wound about the trunks and branches with the small knife he'd gotten from their previous pitstop. A few fall to the ground, and by the time the turtle leaps back down, he's got a couple coils over an arm as well.

"Hey, I'm here! I'm sure we can manage," he says, eyeing the beast. "This thing's not as big and heavy as the Shellraiser and my brothers and I had to push that thing all the way back to the lair." He pauses, making a face. "With the brake on." Thanks Donnie.