Raph stands, having decided that fire is out of the question. There's too great a chance of it burning out of control. No, he'll cut down a few limbs and cover the thing best he can. He leans forward and unceremoniously yanks out the arrows from the carcass.

"Sounds great," he says, a sure sign he wasn't listening.

Yeah, he should be able to strip some of the primary feathers off the wings if he uses both swords....