The mass of shadow around Raphael tightened suddenly and hard, forcing the breath out of him in a grunt of pain and cutting off any further protest. His struggling severely limited, Raph wondered for a second if she was going to follow through on her threat, but a moment later the shadow was releasing him and fading away. Stumbling forward a couple of steps, Raph sucked in a few deep breaths, missing the protection of his shell more than ever. Luckily he still had the sword gripped tightly in one hand - it was his only weapon, so there was no way in hell he was going to just drop it - and the cuts he'd gotten so far weren't deep enough to slow him down any.

Which was good, 'cause the purple-haired lady? Was going to find out exactly how mad he was right now, and no amount of creepy noises was going to stop him.

Air filling his lungs again, Raph kicked his shoes off and leapt up onto the railings as well, not even batting an eye at the drop to one side. He'd been on higher things with more danger involved, this was practically a walk in the park.

"Oh, I'll knock some damn sense into her alright," he snarled. His grip on the sword was nothing like theirs; he wasn't a duellist by any means. Instead his stance and movements spoke more of someone used to fighting and, on occasion, killing.

He kept the weapon ready to guard or attack as need be and started along the railings as well, picking up speed as he did so. His feet were shaped wrong, but it was easier to grip without the shoes and the differences weren't enough to slow him down much. Charging at the girl behind this whole mess, Raph swung his sword with a burst of force, aiming to hit her with the flat of the blade.