A/N: Aw, thanks! You are all so sweet!
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than a plot
Before any of the turtles had a chance to react, Mr. Go darted forwards and slammed into Michelangelo with a swift uppercut to the jaw. As the youngest turtle stumbled backwards, the others attacked.
Raphael tried to block Mr. Touch's punch, but he was knocked onto his shell. He rolled to the side, barely dodging the behemoth's fist as it slammed into the concrete. Suddenly, Mr. Touch stumbled forwards as Michelangelo landed squarely on the back of his neck and then sprung away, ending up next to Raphael.
"You okay, Mike?"
"It's going to take more than just a tap from Twinkletoes to keep me down!" He smiled.
They both backflipped away as a monstrous fist rushed towards them.
"So these're the goons you an' Leo ran into?"
"Yeah." Michelangelo slid between Mr. Touch's legs, dodging a blow. "Aren't they even uglier in person?"
The giant growled as the youngest again dodged him.
"And what's with the suits?" He stepped back, again dodging a punch, and made a snobby face. "Only the most couture of villains can pull off the many suits of the infamous James Bond." He laughed gleefully as he bounded again out of the enraged man's reach.
Raphael fought back the urge to laugh along with his brother as he delivered a kick on the back of Mr. Touch's knee. However, his good humor quickly faded as it had no effect. Mr. Touch spun back around just as Raphael was about to stab his knee with a sai and grabbed the turtle's hand. As easily as if he weighed nothing, Raphael was spun around like a rag doll. Michelangelo's eyes opened wide as his brother crashed into his side.
Michelangelo groaned as Raphael rolled off of him. "You okay, bro?"
Mikey closed his eyes and grimaced. "Do me a favor and don't do that again. I feel like I was hit by a bag of bricks!"
With anger in his eyes, Raphael jumped back onto his feet and spun a sai around as Mr. Touch approached.
On the other side of the roof, Mr. Go was spinning his cane like a bo staff, blocking as twin katana sliced down towards his head. A knee caught the blue-banded turtle in the chest and he stumbled backwards. As the end of Donatello's bo shot towards his midriff, the man sprung up over it and its master. He caught Don's head between his knees on the way back down and flung the turtle across the rooftop. Donatello landed in a heap on top of Michelangelo.
Mr. Touch and Mr. Go simultaneously leapt away from their remaining opponents and backed towards each other.
Leonardo started to run after Mr. Go. "Raph! We've got to keep them from recharging!"
"Recharging?" Mr. Go scoffed, "no, my dear little turtle man. Our new employer has provided us with certain…modifications that allow us to remain 'charged up,' as you would say, for as long as we wish. Shall we show them the extent of our new power, Mr. Touch?"
"I do believe it is time, Mr. Go."
Michelangelo and Donatello untangled themselves just in time to see both of their brothers go flying in opposite directions. Mr. Go spun his cane around again and then pressed a button on the top of the bronze pommel. A long blade shot out of the end. Mr. Touch slammed his fists together and they started to glow brightly.
Michelangelo's jaw dropped. "Duuuuuuuuuude. This is new."
Without uttering another word, the two men sped towards the youngest turtles.
Michelangelo spun his nunchuku and leapt backwards, barely avoiding the pommel of Mr. Go's cane. Without even a break in movement, Mr. Go spun back around and the bronze ball caught the youngest turtle in the fleshy strip between his shell and plastron. Michelangelo stumbled sideways. Suddenly, Mr. Go's actions mimicked those of the youngest turtle's as Raphael slammed into the man with both feet. Recovering almost instantaneously, Mr. Go surged back towards the turtles, knocking them both over. Raphael tumbled backwards, but Michelangelo jumped back up and swung his nunchuck towards Mr. Go's head. The man avoided it easily.
"What's the matter, Michelangelo? No more of your witty remarks?"
Michelangelo gritted his teeth in pain as the cane's pommel again slammed into him.
Enraged, Raphael lunged towards the man, stabbing his sai where Mr. Go's head had been only milliseconds before. With a smug grin, Mr. Go swung the cane around again, catching the older turtle in the jaw and then again on the right bicep. With a cry of pain, Raphael dropped his sai.
Hearing his brother's yell, Leonardo turned momentarily from Mr. Touch, only for a fist to slam into his shell, knocking him to the ground. He lifted his katana just in time to block another blow that was aimed at his head. Seeing his opportunity, Donatello leapt up and slammed his bo down on Mr. Touch's head. The bo splintered upon impact. Mr. Touch laughed and spun around, catching Donatello by surprise as a giant fist smashed into his chest. The turtle crumpled up in pain.
With a grin, Mr. Touch stepped back from his opponents. Mr. Go did the same.
"It seems like the turtle brothers have wearied of us, Mr. Go."
"Indeed it does, my dear Mr. Touch. Truly a pity."
"Should we leave, Mr. Go?"
"We would be very rude guests if we did not leave our esteemed hosts with something to remember us by."
"Indeed. That would be quite rude of us. Forgive me for not being appropriately considerate."
"My dear Mr. Touch, there is nothing to forgive."
Raphael picked his sai back up, noting with relief that the others were also returning to defensive stances. "Yo! Twinkletoes an' Cinderblock! It's gonna be us that gives you somethin' to remember us by."
"Would you care to do the honors, Mr. Go?"
"I would be delighted, Mr. Touch."
At an impossible speed, Mr. Go darted straight towards Donatello; the blade-end of his cane gleamed wickedly as it was hurriedly blocked by a katana as Leonardo jumped in front of his brother. Without slowing for a moment, Mr. Go leapt up over the eldest turtle's head, holding the blade out in front. Donatello tried to block with the splintered stub of his bo. The blade angled, avoiding the wood, and sliced down the turtle's arm.
Donatello screamed and fell to his knees, clutching the wound as his elbow pad fell next to him.
Not about to let the man get away with hurting their brother, Leonardo swung his katana rapidly, feeling his speed increase with every passing, enraging second. Michelangelo scampered to Donatello's side as Raphael went after Mr. Touch.
"Don! Are you okay?"
Donatello groaned and tightened the grip on his arm. "I'll be fine, but it sure hurts like shell."
"Dude, you're bleeding, like, a lot."
"Yeah…" Donatello closed his eyes and grimaced.
"Don! Don't pass out!"
"I'm not passing out," the injured turtle griped, "so stop yelling. I need you to help me get this bandaged."
Michelangelo pulled off one of his elbow pads and pressed it against his brother's wound. Donatello winced at the pressure but took over from Mikey as the younger turtle began to unwrap his other elbow pad. Carefully, the cloth was wrapped around the wound, pressing the jagged edges together. Even so, blood was still managing to seep out.
"We've got to get you back to the lair, Don." Mikey stared at the arm anxiously.
Donatello sighed. "I'll be fine, Mike. Thanks, but you can stop panicking." He gritted his teeth. "Let them finish."
Michelangelo glanced over his shoulder as Mr. Go's cane once again clanged against Leonardo's katana. Somehow, the turtle seemed to be fighting at an even faster rate than before. The man swung downwards and Leonardo blocked it with one katana. All of a sudden, the turtle brought the other katana around at an incredible rate.
Michelangelo gasped and closed his eyes. A second later, he allowed himself to peak, expecting to see a decapitated head rolling along the rooftop. Instead, Mr. Go was standing some distance from the eldest, a long, red slash graced his cheek partially masked by the gloved hand held to it.
"Time to go, Mr. Touch!"
Mr. Touch stopped in mid-punch, turning slightly to look at his partner. It was all that Raphael needed. He leapt up and slammed both feet into Mr. Touch's head. The giant tumbled backwards.
"Indeed it is, Mr. Go."
Mr. Touch zoomed to his partner and grabbed his hand. In a shimmer of light, they disappeared right in front of the turtle's eyes.
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