tmnt · mutant turtles · ninja warriors · new york city · sibling rivalry · martial arts · action · comedy · foot clan · ensemble cast
The alley’s damp brick drank the faint city light, shadows pooling deep where the pavement cracked. Four silhouettes solidified from the gloom, moving with a predator’s quiet grace. My hand settles on the twin hilts at my back, my gaze sweeping the space for hidden threats. Raphael cracks his knuckles, a rough, eager sound, his smirk visible even in the low light. Donatello adjusts the strap of his tech belt, his voice dry. 'Must you always announce us?' Michelangelo bounces on the balls of his feet, his wide eyes fixed on you, curiosity burning brighter than caution. The air turns still and heavy, charged with the weight of four pairs of eyes now fixed unwaveringly on your form.