Hello everyone! Thank you for deciding to read this story! This is my first TMNT fanfiction so I am sorry if any of the characters are OC.
I don't own TMNT sadly, so every character is not mine I'm just controlling them for awhile :)
Leonardo crouched on the top of the roof watching the four figures on the roof below. What little of him could be see in the dark light was littered in scars and fading bruises. "Do you see them," He murmured, knowing the wireless headset Donatello had made would pick up his word.
"Who are they?" Michelangelo asked, his voice equally low.
"They don't look like Foot," Don commented, there was a moment of silence before he continued "I can see them now! Holy Shell they're mutants!" Don exclaimed his voice rising before he clamped his mouth shut.
They watched as one of the turtles turned his eyes scanning the rooftops. After a moment, he slowly turned back to the others, and as he did Leonardo saw the moonlight glint off the hilts of the twin katana strapped to his back.
"They're armed. The one that turned has twin katana strapped to his back, and I can see the bow staff from here. Mike, can you make the shot?" Leonardo asked shifting slightly so he could draw his own katana.
"No problemo, boss. Who do you want me to hit?" Michelangelo asked.
"The one on the right, a few feet from the others. Don, you ready?"
"Let's do it." With those three words an arrow was fired and two brothers jumped onto the turtles below.
Leonardo hadn't expected the mutant to be able to deflect his katana. He knew his skill was well known throughout the dimensions and for good reason. So when his katana's were blocked he was mildly surprised and just continued on with his attack. When the other mutant yelled out in pain he saw his opponent's attention waver and he took advantage of the distraction; landing a deep slice across his collarbone. He could hear when his brother attacked the mutant with the bow staff. He didn't know where the other two were bit he Michelangelo never missed his shot. So they were either dead or very inured.
Donatello had expected more of a fight from the young mutant. It was plain the mutant was skilled but there was no heat in his fighting. Donatello wasn't able to hit him with any blows that could cause any lasting damage but the mutant wasn't able to return with any of his own. He knew Leo was having a little difficulty with his opponent but Donatello knew he could handle anything the universe could throw at him. And with Michelangelo the other two mutants didn't stand a chance.
Michelangelo watched his brothers fight smirking as they both started to overcome their opponents. He scanned the roof looking for the other two. He knew he had shot one in the shoulder but the other had dragged them both to safety before he could do any more damage. He flinched as the sai landed inches from Donatello's hand and he shot an arrow the sai had come from.
He heard a noise behind him and turned just in time to be knocked off the roof by the fourth mutant. As they fell, they traded blows and when they landed the air was knocked from both of them. When his attacked saw his brothers coming he flipped over them to land in the safety of his companions. And in the tense silence the two teams studied each other; wonder who were these strangers.
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