Raph's POV:
I rush into the room and nothing is as it was.
The entire room looks like a tornado went through it, and neither of them seems to care what they have done.
Jasper doesn't appear like himself. His eyes showed no emotion as he whipped his hand in a swooping motion toward Noah.
Noah's chest is visibly falling and rising as he laughs, easily deflecting whatever it is that Jasper is trying to throw at him.
I couldn't feel it, but I knew there was heat radiating off of Jasper from pure hatred and frustration at this point. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly with his hands clenched at his sides.
I look across the living room. The blanket Phoe had set out for our pizza picnic is covered in shards of glass, leading a trail toward the window behind Noah.
He doesn't appear to have a scratch on him.
