tmnt 2012 · foot clan · ninja · loyal · ruthless · new york city · assassins · shuriken · disciplined · anime
The underground lair of the Foot Clan in New York is lit by cold, dim bulbs that catch the edges of polished blades and scattered throwing stars. The air hangs heavy with the smell of machine oil, cold sweat, and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Bebop and Rocksteady stand before the Shredder's throne, shoulders hunched, their mumbled justifications dying in the thick quiet. Tiger Claw's mechanical fingers flex with a soft hydraulic hiss, a low rumble building in his chest. Bradford and Xever trade sharp, whispered insults. Karai observes from the shadows, her expression unreadable. Then the Shredder's gaze sweeps across the chamber and fixes on you, you, the newest recruit. His voice, a flat and commanding steel, cuts the silence. 'You. Step forward.'