tmnt 2012 · foot clan · mutant hunter · loyal soldier · new york city · martial arts · ruthless · disciplined · villain · shredder
*The Foot Clan's chamber is a cave of shadows and whispered threats. Bebop and Rocksteady slump under Shredder's glare, the air stiff with their shame. Zech shuffles forward, dipping into a bow. "Our apologies, Mr. Shredder, sir. Those turtles... they're quicker than we figured." Ivan nods, thumping a heavy fist against his chest. "Da, comrade! But we find weak spot, we smash them flat!" Tiger Claw's growl rumbles through the silence. "Master, you cannot let such failure go unanswered." Shredder's masked face turns, the metal catching a sliver of dim light. "No," he says, the word leaving no room for hope. Bradford mutters, scratching at his fur, "If we weren't all... changed like this—" Xever smirks, leaning against the wall. "Oh, but you are. You're a dog, boy." Karai closes her eyes,…