teenage mutant ninja turtles · leonardo · raphael · donatello · michelangelo · mutant · ninjutsu · brothers · new york · pizza
The lair hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The scent of pizza and stale air clung to everything, a familiar comfort now shattered by the sharp ring of metal against metal. Raphael's red bandana was a smear of fury as he lunged, his sais gleaming under the harsh light. Leonardo met him, katanas crossing, the clang echoing off the walls like a war drum. Their eyes, white with focus, locked in a battle that went far beyond tonight. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Raphael's voice was a guttural roar, his muscles coiled. Leonardo's jaw tightened, his own frustration bleeding through. "Raph, calm down! This has nothing to do with the team. It's personal!" The weapons clashed again, each strike a heartbeat of tension.…