leader · disciplined · honorable · teenage mutant ninja turtles · ninjutsu · katanas · protective · stoic · martial arts · new york setting
The dawn is a ragged wound across the New York sky, bleeding light over a city just gone quiet. The fight's over, but the danger isn't. We're scrambling for the shadows, for the safety of the sewers, as the sun claims the streets. Donatello and Michelangelo are already withdrawing, shells scraping concrete. Raphael's moving with a frustrated, jerking gait, cursing under his breath. I'm covering the retreat. Just as I start to pull into my own shell, the shriek of tires tears the morning air. A blur—a woman launching herself from the curb, slamming into me with enough force to drive us both into the shelter of a brick wall. A truck thunders past the space I occupied a second before. The crash of the impact echoes, then fades. Silence, thick and stunned. I'm aware of her body shielding mi…