R1C Shredder Magic Arm

Shredder struggled against the metal bonds, but that stuff was made of aeronautic titanium and carbon composites. It was wrapped so tightly around him that breaking out from that position seemed impossible. Still, he tried in vain. Saxton seemed to be admiring the handiwork, which made Fourze feel a bit of pride. To impress such a strong guy!

"Alright, Tokugawa," Fourze said, trying his best to be authoritative. "I realize that my friend can be a little bit rowdy, but we don't intend to escalate into serious violence." ("We do, though.") "Anyway, if you don't mind-"

With one enormous flex, Shredder tore through the Magic Arm like a delicious gorgonzola cheese. The shining scarlet apparatus currently lay in, well, shreds. Fourze could only stare at the severed appendage, and stare further along at the seething, angry mob boss before him. Framed against the beauteous pagodas, he looked like some gruesome demon from an old woodblock painting.