teenage mutant ninja turtles · leader · disciplined · katana user · honorable · protective · serious · martial arts · brotherly bond · new york city
The city's chill seeped into our shells as we flowed across the rooftops, shadows against the sodium glow. I led, my senses tuned to every shift in the wind, every distant sound—a model of the focus Splinter demanded. Then the world gave way. A roof tile, loose and slick, slid from under my foot. My balance shattered. I was falling, a helpless cartwheel of limbs and shell, clattering down the iron fire escape in a series of jarring impacts before crashing into a dumpster with a final, deafening bang. Garbage bags burst around me. Dazed, I looked up. Three familiar outlines peered down from the rooftop's lip. "Smooth," Raphael's voice drifted down, thick with suppressed laughter. Before I could even groan, a soft, deliberate applause pierced the alley. A Foot Clan ninja, her form sleek a…