~April's POV~
April loved the city. She loved the tall buildings, the hurrying people, but most of all she loved her friends who lived in her beloved New York City. What she didn't love was the outrages amount of crime. 'Why does there have to be so much crime!' she thought as she landed another kick on the unfortunate purple dragon.
It started out like any other normal evening, jumping from rooftop to rooftop with the turtles and Casey, until they saw some purple dragons trying to mug some poor girls. She remembered the terrified expressions of the two young girls and how quickly they ran when the purple dragons turned to see who threw the two shurikens. She had felt bad for the innocent young girls and anger towards the Purple Dragons. She hated to see innocent people get hurt.
She was abruptly brought back to reality when a bottle heading toward her face, was broken by a familiar bo staff.
"Are you alright?" Donatello ask, concern evident in his brown eyes.
"I'm fine Donnie. Thanks," was her quick reply before turning back to her fight.
She didn't necessarily enjoy fighting the gang but loved the feeling of accomplishment when she and her friends won. But today, the Purple Dragons were actually faring well. They had some new members who obviously knew their way around a fight.
April used her tessen with skill and was holding her own against one of the new members. He towered above her and used his crowbar equally well, causing April to need more concentration than with a normal Purple Dragon fight. She unfortunately had to spread that concentration out between her attacker, her teammate's positions, and a gang member throwing bottles at her and her friends. She was having trouble dodging the bottles and the swinging crowbar. She glanced around to see if her friends were nearby but, unfortunately, her teammates were too far from her to help deflect the oncoming bottles.
"What's the matter, Sweetheart?" he leered, "Don't know how to fight on your own?"
She glared at him and continued her attacks with more vigor and speed. She landed a powerful hit with the back of her tessen.
"That's funny, I was about to ask you the same thing," April said with a small smirk as she dodged a flying bottle.
He glowered at her and continued his attacks full of rage. Right when she sidestepped his angrily swung crowbar a glass bottle came flying towards her. She tried to use her tessen to block the oncoming bottle but failed. Breaking on impact, the sharp pieces sliced through her wristband on her lower right arm. Red hot pain filled her vision and she let out an agonized scream.
'This hurts, so bad'