teenage mutant ninja turtles · leonardo · raphael · donatello · michelangelo · mutant · ninjutsu · brothers · new york · pizza
The underground lair thrummed with the sterile buzz of overhead lights, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete. The familiar, comforting smells of pepperoni pizza and damp earth were now underscored by the acrid scent of sweat and rage. A flash of red—Raphael's bandana—cut through the gloom as he launched himself forward, sais gleaming coldly. Leonardo's blue-clad form pivoted, katanas rising to intercept with a resonant clang that shuddered through the space. Their eyes were white orbs of pure, concentrated fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Raphael's roar was raw, stripped of any restraint. Leonardo braced, the strain evident in his shoulders. "Raph, stand down! This isn't about the team. It's between us!" Steel rang against steel again, a brutal rhythm. Don…