R1C Hale whipcrack

The Magic Arm creaked. There was an unusual weight right on a pivotal joint as Shredder touched down on top of its metal length. The whole thing suddenly writhed like a snake, twisting around to try and snatch Shredder out of the air, but he was quick as the devil and evaded every grab. Fourze could barely keep the thing from tying itself like shoelaces.

Just then, strong arms squeezed around his neck from behind. Damn it, trying to catch Shredder gave him tunnel vision! The Foot were bold, or foolish, and perfectly willing to grab at him while he was distracted. Another one latched onto his leg like a leech, and another, and another, then ten stout ninjas had dogpiled him with one hand sticking out of the jumble. Damn it, damn it!

What was it that made these men so devoted? The same thing that made Chuuya so proud of his criminal ties? Fourze didn't get it at all. Up until now, he'd just thought evil came from hurt. All the bad guys he'd known had just needed a friend in their lives to support them. Was there something he was missing? Was he--

Saxton grabbed onto the other end of the Magic Arm and pulled. The whole world seemed to tilt, gravity shifting, Fourze's feet leaving the ground. He was yanking the whole thing up into the sky, Fourze, Shredder, and all. Higher and higher up, until Fourze's head was up over the buildings, looking out over the whole garden. Lower and lower down, plummeting towards the dirt.

Saxton Hale reared back, and cracked the Magic Arm like a whip.

Foot Clan henchmen soared off like rifle bullets in perfectly straight trajectories. Fourze could feel his brain shaking as the sonic impact rolled up through the Magic Arm and into his skin and bones. Shredder, who had been dancing so delicately along the swiveling segments of the mechanical limb, found them tightening around his body like a noose. When he hit the ground he was all trussed up, the Magic Arm boa-like over him. The metal armor was the only thing that kept him from being split in two pieces.

"Alright!" Saxton hollered. "We caught the slippery bastard! That was easy." Meanwhile, Fourze set his dislocated shoulder back into place. This wasn't the kind of activity he liked getting into with friends.

Shredder struggled against the metal bonds, but that stuff was made of aeronautic titanium and carbon composites.