Dodici
Twelve.
Twelve turtles were going to fight over him. Him.
Ten Alpha's, One Omega and One Beta. All fighting to be his mate, he hadn't even met most of them, or he may have done but he didn't know their names or remembered what they looked like.
They were doing two fights today, to eliminate two turtles from the 'competition'. Sometimes they were killed, somethings just hurt, or worse but alive, it just depended on what kind of turtle you were facing.
The first match was between a slim, small turtle, the Beta and a barely taller and bigger turtle, the Omega. The fight was over in a matter of minutes as the Omega had broken both of the other turtles legs and left him at that.
The second match was between two Alpha's, a tall but slim alpha and another Alpha who had been the one to catch Mikey's eye, he was very large and had deep green skin, and the most amazing eyes, gold, he'd never seen a more attractive Alpha or even turtle for that matter.
The Alpha must have caught him staring and threw a wink at him, making the Beta blush and avert his eyes, until the fight began anyway. Raphael, he came to find out that was his name, won, and Mikey had to stop himself from bursting out into applause and cheers.
Now there were only ten left, but they still had four eliminating rounds to go which would take place tomorrow and the following day. On the fourth day it would be the second round where six would be knocked down to the final three.
So that would mean he wouldn't see Raphael in a few days.
Unless he went and sought out Raphael.
Which he planned to do tonight.