Quiet. That's never good. Not that loud was ever good either, but at least with loud you knew where you stood with Raph. With quiet? There was no real way of knowing until it was almost too late.

Leo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Are they okay? Montoya, I mean."

Raph's bravado isn't all smoke and mirrors. The kid can kick like a mule and punch like a sledge hammer. And when he loses...he has a tendency to break wands. Though, surely that hasn't happened or Leo would have gotten a Howler from home.