Demands punch fight from Goblin when he's using missiles

Where did that missile come from? A rival gang? If only Fourze had his radar switch, he could've scouted the skies and found him in an instant! But as it turned out, he didn't need any advanced equipment to reveal the culprit. The shrill, cackling laugh gave him away well enough.

The thing that flew out of the sky looked just like a Zodiarts, one of those costumed sorta-alien creatures that Fourze used to fight on the reg. It had a chitinous armored coating and a stylized monster mask, green as dazzling emerald. And it flew in on--Fourze almost had to rub his eyes--a jagged flying saucer like a bat's wing. It was swooping in far too fast.

"Aha! What have we here? I spy one wanted murderer, two wanted murderers..." He scanned the battle-scarred field. "Where's the redhead? Did you three split up already?"

This incubus was clearly an enemy, whatever it was. In front of him, Saxton, wondering if he could jump up high enough to slam-dunk the green guy. Behind him, Shredder, still not getting up from his faceful of lake water. Was he unconscious? He was a criminal mastermind that had tried to kill the both of them, but he couldn't just leave him to die... but doing so would leave Fourze wide open for the attacker. He probably didn't have much time left.

"Whoever you are, get down here and fight Mann™ to Mann™, you bloody coward!" Saxton shook his clenched fist.