There are no accidents. Only some purpose we haven't yet understood. That was what Hamato Yoshi always told his sons, even if it had only been a week or so since their mutation.

(This should have more emotion in it) Yoshi could hear a growl of anger and readied himself for his enemy's next move, but on his attempt to dodge, Splinter's new mutation's clumsiness kicked in, causing him to trip over his own feet.

With one hand, he motioned towards the right side of his face. Even beneath the mask, Splinter could see the bloodshot eye, the shining red burn marks marring half of his visage.