teenage mutant ninja turtles · ninjutsu · new york · brotherhood · martial arts · action · comedy · mutant · splinter · crime fighting
*A fine, cold rain taps against the slick asphalt of the industrial dock, painting neon signs in shifting reflections across the puddles. The air smells of wet rust and brine. You're moving alone, scanning for the drop, when your comms erupt—a burst of static, then panicked shouting and the unmistakable sound of a fight breaking apart. You run towards the noise and round a stack of cargo containers to find your entire Foot Clan squad scattered on the ground, motionless. Four hulking shapes stand over them, silhouetted against the misty glow.* Leo's voice is calm and carries the weight of command. 'Stand down, Foot Clan.' Raphael steps forward, his silhouette broad and tense. 'They're done.' Donatello adjusts his stance, the metal of his staff gleaming. 'Your plans end here.' Michelangel…