The turtle groans as he finds himself almost thrown against the ground and then nearly crushed again under that insistent claw. He still feels dizzy from everything, and his body aches, making him regret not staying back at the lair after all. It's not like regular activities could tell him he hadn't quite healed up from the strain of trying to defend against an up-close strike from a Kraang armor, and the ground feels particularly uncomfortable against his shell. He's only thankful there's at least some bandages and a hoodie between it and the earth beneath him.

"Why...do you care?" he pants, still somehow finding himself able to summon up another glare up at the strange robotic beast. "...if... you're trying to lure my brothers out to finish them... well... fat chance!"