Donny covered Leatherhead’s six, smacking down a foot soldier with his qaurterstaff. It was ironic that he was paired with Leatherhead, their first meeting was turnukent, with The Gator Warrior grabbing his face and shaking him about. Since then they had grown to be allies, even friends, though Mikey remained closer as a friend.
Raph parried Leo’s thrusts, catching the blades in the groves of his sais, and wrenching them aside. They had done this dance for many years, each anticipating each others moves. Splinter had made them pair to spar, hooing Leo’s calm would rub off on Raphael, and that Raph’s desire to win at all costs would rub off on Leonardo. The two were the Yin and Yang of the brothers, one fire and the other water. The question is which would destroy the other in the end.
More manholes opened and pouring out like ants was more Foot clan Ninjas, their black gis and masks with the signature red coat of arms of Shuredda.
The sheer numbers of the clan would become a wave that could break the heroes in a half shell and company. Emerging from shadows was Shurreda in his full Samurai armor with jaggid blade pualdrons, gauntlets, and trident horns on his helm. He watched as Raph fought Leo, and his legions poured upon the Gator, and the others.
Raph kicked Leo in somersault, and landed on bus feet, the weight of armor dug into his knees. Leo rose, a black bruise around his eye.
“Give up the Major and his daughter! You know this is not right Raph!”
Raphael rose with claws, ready to strike.
“Raphael is gone, he was weak. There is only The Shredder!”
Raph lunged at Leo, Shurreda laughing in a deep tone that resembled thunder.
Mikey threw his numchuck, shouting, “chowbunga!” it elongating in lengthy link of metal chains and an end with a sickle blade popping out as it wrapped around a horde of Footmen and he pulled them to the ground.
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