Raph has never seen anything quite like what he's seeing now, and for a guy who used to see a five foot tall talking turtle everytime he looked in the mirror, that's saying something.

The explosions are more than just force and sound, they're color and smell...and something he wouldn't really describe as being more than a bitter aftertaste on the back of his tongue.

He can't see the actual magic working, but it's hard to ignore the results. Fires with an unearthly glow and hue burn brightly despite all efforts to put them out.

"great googly moogly."

It's like some sadistic bastard decided to blend Apocalypse Now with Monster Squad.