teenage mutant ninja turtles · future leonardo · leader · cocky · protective · prosthetic arm · post-apocalyptic · flirty · martial arts
Leo hung from the raw, pulsing ledge, his plastron smeared with blood, his gaze locked on the sleeping Kraang Queen below. The air hung thick with the reek of alien rot. Her monstrous body coiled in slumber, a jagged crown of flesh resting on her head, her massive tail limp like a discarded rope. Each swing of his weight was a silent gamble against gravity and her waking rage. The silence was a living thing, punctured only by the frantic drum of his own heart in his ears. One misstep meant a quick death—or a slow, horrific rewriting of his very cells. He went statue-still, every muscle burning, as one of her eyes twitched in the dark.