Raphael had seen the destruction in the town - but after it didn't seem to be winding down on it's own he'd gone to investigate.

Whatever this was, was new - there were several new types of people here. And new, novel, something he hadn't seen before? That was very rare. So Raphael landed about fifteen feet from the Hulk with the flutter of feathers and a soft thunderclap.

"What are you doing?"