SCOUT

Part of Scout wanted to collapse in relief when she saw her dad. When she heard her dad for the first and possibly only time in her life. His voice wasn't exactly the way she thought it'd be. Though it might sound different if they weren't in the middle of a battle with Jumbo turning out to be what seemed indestructible. She'd seen the bullets ping off his head and tumble to the concrete below. In fact, everyone seemed to see it, Alli, Jem and Drea's eyes going wide as everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her dad's narrow save of her mom, only to have Jumbo snatch him up.

Not on Scout's watch.

Her skull was on fire, her brain fit to burst as she snatched up her broken weapon. The chain still intact, Scout cast the length into the air whipping it around Jumbo's throat like an extra-large string of warrior beads. Leaping into the air she grabbed the other end, planting her feet into his back as she pulled. It was enough to surprise him into letting go of her dad.

PHOENIX

Phoenix sprinted into the entrance of the warehouse just in time to see Scout leap on the back of an enormous man and catch him around the throat with the chain of her broken kusarigama.

While the man dropped Michelangelo, who he somehow picked up by the shell, one-handed. He did not appear to be choking or even made uncomfortable by the restraint. He was reaching for the chain to yank Scout.

She stretched her slingshot, taking aim at his head.

No.

His throat.

No.

His hands.

No.

Mentally screaming 'shut up' she loosed at the chain. It didn't break, but Scout let go, in time to avoid being whipped into the pavement.

Except, now she and Michelangelo were dancing away from an onslaught of strikes as he flailed the chain around, keeping one step ahead by virtue of their agility and intuition.

Sappho appeared between them, her arm an open, Kraang laser-cannon, unleashing a blast into the large man's face.

The chain melted apart at the center. His shirt burned to ash. His skin remained pristine and untouched.

Well. This was going to be a problem.

DREA

Stay alive. Stay on your feet. Stay alive. Stay- ack! Duck! Weave! And kick and jab and kick again. Far different from a spar was a fight where someone was legit trying to hurt you. Drea didn't know how she was still moving, her body heavy with fatigue as she pushed it on. Something needed to change and soon.

Protecting her cousins, alongside a fierce and scary version of Jem and a battered and weary Alli, Drea didn't dare look away from her opponents, even as she caught glimpses of something crazy going on where Scout was. Then all at once a fierce battle cry roared through the warehouse, echoing off the walls and recoiling in her chest in a way that would terrify anyone who wasn't his family. Dad!

But where?

Suddenly bodies were flying like right and left like an ocean parting, her Dad, Mom and brother charging through.

"Andrea!" Raphael shouted as he ran a guy through with his sai. "You okay?"

Drea could barely get her breath to answer. And when she thought about it she wasn't sure what the answer was. Her legs were wobbly, her shoulder throbbing, and she'd done things- Her eyes flickered to the residual flesh on the end of her sticks, only to end up blocking then striking another enemy.

Fortunately, her parents weren't waiting for an answer. Her dad made it to her first, her mom still in the fray. Sweeping her up in his giant arms, her dad hugged her then quickly put her on her feet, guiding her behind him.

Beside them, Anton tapped the shoulder of the man Alli was fighting. The dude looked in time to catch a nunchuck to the face. "Alli!" Anton grabbed her up, squeezing her till she squeaked. Then much like Dad, he guided her behind him. "Rest. Take a minute, while we figure out how ta get the hell out of this."

Exhausted, Alli didn't have to be told twice. Andrea frowned as the beating Alli took, while somehow managing to stay up became evident. Then she swayed. "Anton, catch her!" Drea yelled.

It was her mom whose claws ripped out the throat of the guy Anton was fighting so he could catch Alli, all of it happening in microsecond flashes that felt like slow motion.

With her parents protecting them, Drea looked beyond to see everyone fighting. Her entire family were present and engaged. Bodies were flying and dropping, blood and guts splattering, the enemy count waning. Then she heard Aunt Denim yell to Uncle Leo, "He's invulnerable!"

Well how do you fight that?

Her mother's head whipped up, eyes meeting Aunt April's as though they'd known where one another were. "Donnie, Mikey, Denim, Phoenix, Karai, and Yuuta I need you over here, help Antonello protect the kids. Leo, Aries, Arcos, Sappho, Medusa, and Raph I need you to get him off his feet and restrained for me and April."

Drea wasn't sure how anyone could hear her mom, talking like they were having tea, but barely perceptible nods and well-practiced manipulation of surrounding enemies was taking place. The adults shifted and repositioned, like they were breathing in sync. A team. A family.

SCOUT

If her head wasn't about to explode and their enemy wasn't an impenetrable fortress, fighting alongside her dad might be awesome. Okay, having her own broken weapon flying about trying to whip both of them was less than awesome. But still- oh shit! The tail of the broken chain lashed across her back, stealing her breath though she heard her own scream as her skin split. How did he catch her? She landed, knees buckling as her feet hit the floor. A fresh ringing noise filling her head, more blood caking on the dried crust covering her neck. So much pain. She gasped, holding her head. "Make it stop. Make it-"

MIKEY

Mikey saw the unmelted remnants of chain bite into Scout's back. Scout falling to her knees as Bossman brought it around for another lash.

No!

No. No. No. No. No.

He dashed in between them, feeling the chain crack against his shell. That would leave a mark. But he didn't care, not slowing for a moment, as he scooped up his writhing daughter and running.

Bossman wouldn't follow. Not with his sibs closing in on him.

He ran for his mother, crouched among her fallen grandchildren, all attention on examining them because she could trust her children to hold the perimeter while she worked. Yuuta, Anton, fully-snaked up Karai and Donnie formed a barrier against anyone dumb enough to approach and make it through. By this point, few were willing to make the attempt, thanks to Denim.

Once inside the protective sphere of Blue Jeans' suppressing fire, he laid Scout before Phoenix. "Mom, you gotta help her."

Phoenix's head snapped towards him, as though furious at the interruption. Until her eyes landed on Scout. Completely losing interest in Mikey, she laid her hands on his daughter. Mikey let out a sigh of relief as Scout's cries eased to a dull whimper. She'd be ok. Mom would see to it.

In the meantime, he had some drug-ring, trafficker heads to bust. And he was one pissed off turtle.