Dark Don sat against the wall, cursing his luck, it was so dark his enhanced eyesight could only make out indistinct shapes unless things were less than a few feet away. Pain wasn't unfamiliar to him but it was the severity of it that concerned him, that and the blood that was pooling by his left side. His left hand clutching at the ragged wound as tightly as he could bear, in an attempt to stem the flow, it wasn't too big but it was deep enough to be a problem.
To compound things, his right leg was most likely fractured, making movement pained and slower than he was used to, he found it quite frustrating. He'd decided to turn off his gauntlets light source to conserve its limited power and rest when he discovered he'd hit a dead end, so there he sat, alone in the darkness. The room itself was cluttered with chunks of fallen masonry and aside from the opening on his right that had led into the room there was only a horizontal hole in the wall, no more than a few feet wide to his left.
Again Dark Don cursed inwardly at the situation and briefly spared a detached thought to how his brothers were doing, were they as injured as him or maybe even dead. He snorted at his own stupidity for even considering that, knowing full well how resilient they all were, though a cold feeling crept over him as he weighed the chances of them actually bothering to look from him. Closing his eyes his mind turned to the Turtles and their pet human as he wondered, maliciously hoping, if they'd been injured in the fall as well.
Stopping mid thought as he noticed a shuffling sound to his left, abruptly reopening his eyes and looking towards the sound, straining to discern the cause. Then the noise stopped briefly, followed a few seconds later by small hurried footsteps. Picking up the faint familiar smell of apples and cinnamon, his lips curled into a slight smile as the realisation of who it was dawned on him, growing briefly as he felt something collide with his long armoured leg and heard a loud curse.
Ella was so lost in her worry about the others that she wasn't scrutinising the darkness as closely as she should've been and tripped over something hard. Cursing loudly as she hit the ground, she took the brunt of the fall on her hands and forearms, the unforgiving floor scraping off more small patches of skin. Dark Don remained silent, biting back a hiss of pain as Ella half landed on his injured leg, listening as she grumbled sourly 'Ow! Dammit, more scrapes to deal with!'.
Unlike Donatello, Dark Don preferred to fight more with his intelligence instead of a piece of wood, watching, analysing and learning everything he could to determine strengths and potential weaknesses. And even though this was the forth time they'd come into contact, it was really the first time the two of them had been up close and personal, he'd always regarded her as a background marionette, always there but faceless and unimportant.
From what he'd seen on the nanobot feeds, she was the laid back, free spirited type, except when it came to Raphael as their chemistry was all fire, sarcasm and passion. The one thing that had been glaringly obvious to him from the start though was Raphael's over protectiveness, she was clearly the turtles Achilles heel so he had filed it away as something to remember if an opportunity ever presented itself, like now, the idea making his smirk grow.
He tried to predict exactly how she was going to react besides initial fear, realising his insufficient knowledge, mentally chiding himself slightly for getting distracted by other things and not sparing more attention to figure out what made her tick, silently deciding to rectify that. The one thing that he definitely knew for certain was that she stood no chance against him, no matter how fast or agile she was, a fact that filled him with a sense of superiority, enjoying the prospect of being the one to dictate the rules for a change.
Watching as her slender form clambered to her feet pausing as she hissed 'Idiot!', his amusement grew at the spectacle, he finally spoke in a sarcastic tone 'No argument here!'. Taking slight pleasure in the way she jumped from fright and whipped her head round in his direction, trying and failing to see him in the darkness. He smirked again and reached down with his right hand to tap a few buttons on his adjacent gauntlet reactivating the light source within it, making her instinctively turn her head away.