Raph's eye twitched as he squinted across the room at his adversary. How the hell had one of them found it's way down here? He could understand running into them on the surface, but in his own home? Hell no. He'd seen them gather in the alleys, amide the filth of the city. What was the point of them, anyhow? They didn't contribute to society in the least. Might as well get rid of them all. The world would be a much better place without 'em.
"Alright, ya arrogant bastard," the words rumbled from his throat in a defiant growl, "If it's a fight ya want, it's a fight ya gonna get."
His grip tightened around the handle of his weapon; waiting. But Raphael's opponent seemed to want the opposite of a fight. A flash of movement told him that the intruder had made a break for the door.
"Oh, no ya don't!" Raph roared, bolting forward.
He swiftly placed himself in front of the exit, startling the small figure and making it change course. Unfortunately, the new direction had lead only to a solid brick wall. The stranger was cornered.
"No where to run, punk." Raphael whispered darkly.
He raised his weapon...then lowered it in one swift movement.
SMACK!
The flyswatter hit it's mark with pin-point accuracy. The once faint buzzing of the tiny fly stopped.
"Hell yeah!" Raph whooped triumphantly, "Take that, you trash eatin' maggot!"
"Actually, Raph," Donny pipped up from behind the couch, "Seeing as it was fully developed, it's not considered a maggot."
Donatello and Michelangelo, who had both been deeply concentrated on the television screen, had put their video game on pause.
Raphael glared at his brother.
"Shuddap, Brainiac.", he said, pointing the netted, plastic stick at Donny. " I don't care 'bout what the "proper name" is. All I know is, if it has wings and crawls, you smash it."
He looked down at the swatter he had still clutched in his hand, noticing the remains of the insect. He rolled his shoulders in a would-be casual way, trying to disguise a shiver that went up his spine.
"I hate bugs." He muttered through gritted teeth, throwing the flyswatter on the table and stalking away.
Michelangelo snickered
"Leave it to Raph to make such a big deal out of something like killing a fly."