Mikey looked at Don and Leo, "You think that was Raph's version of "Cowabunga"?"
Don rolled his eyes, while Leo gave the signal to join the fight.
The turtles flipped over the ledge, all while drawing their weapons.
...
Emily. That is my name. And that is just about the only thing I know about myself. Emily thought distantly as her life
flashed before her eyes. Not that there is much of a life to look back on. I haven't had much of a life thanks to Agent
Bishop and his ugly workers. They've chased me all this time. She could feel herself losing grip of the rail. With her
light brown hair in her eyes, she gazed up at the top of the building. She saw a small dark figure rapidly getting bigger.
My eyes are playing tricks on me. This is it. I've been caught. This is the end… She thought as her sight was starting to
blur. She felt strong arms grab hold of her as she was hurtling down towards the street. She immediately became
confused. What? Who could possibly be saving me? There's no one but Bishop's thugs in this alley… She thought to
herself. She had almost no time to think more about the situation, because her savior was speaking to her, his voice
snapping her out of confusion.
"Brace yerself, kid." A gruff voice ordered, as those strong arms were wrapping around tighter. They were spinning,
but she managed to open her eyes. A blur of bright green was in her way, and she looked past the green blur to
see the ground coming in fast. She breathed in painfully hard as their fall was cut short. He had tried to shield her from
the fall, so his back struck the ground. As they crunched to a stop, Emily's vision cleared for a few moments. The two
men were both grinning, one stalking towards Emily and her rescuer, while the other stayed back and spoke into a
walkie-talkie. Emily painfully scrambled to her feet. The fall had jarred the darts in her arm and leg, but otherwise she
was okay. She stood over her rescuer protectively, and assumed a fighting stance. I'm not going to let these
two creeps hurt the guy who took a freaking fall for me. She thought, glaring at the man who was advancing. But
before he got closer three other green figures dropped from the sky into their own fighting stances.
"Mind if we join the party?" One of them asked playfully. He was twirling two types of strange weapons in his hands.
"Yeah, it's no fair to bring guns to a sword fight." Another pointed out in a mocking tone, gesturing with what looked
like the outline of a sword at the two men with guns.
Emily felt sick and dizzy. Wait a second I don't think these… People… rescuing me, are… Human. She was struggling to
make coherent thoughts. She could see one of the newcomers more clearly. He was closer to a light that shone down
on him. She squinted her eyes as she looked more closely, then her eyes widened. He was holding a staff with both
hands, standing his ground. He had green skin and what looked like a shell on his back. Eep! They're giant turtles! She
realized as she backed away slowly. But her feet caught on something and she fell back onto the guy… no, turtle, who
had saved her. She struggled to get up.
"Ughh," The turtle moaned. "You okay kid?" He managed to get up, then he tried to help her up by grabbing her left
wrist. His hand pushed onto the dart that was in her arm. She yelped and kicked herself back towards the wall,
clutching at her wound.