Shredder took his foot off Leonardo and turned to face Splinter. The Turtles understood that Shredder's real enemy was Splinter. They also knew that Splinter and Shredder must now do battle - to the death.
"Yes, Oroku Saki," Splinter said, using the warrior's Japanese name. "I know who you are. We met many years ago, in the home of my master, Hamato Yoshi!"
Then Shredder realized who Splinter was and how Splinter and his Turtles had learned to fight so well. He removed his mask and fingered the scars on his face.
"You...Now I will finish what I began with your ear," Shredder said. When he growled, it sounded like the fiercest, angriest animal who had ever prowled. He ran straight at Splinter with his bo pointed towards the rat's heart.
Shredder never saw Splinter's nunchakus spin, he never saw them fly. He never saw them wrap around his bo, tightening with each whipping rotation. The power of the 'chuks swept Shredder right to the edge of the roof and took him flying into midair.
There was a scream, and Rose flew hard towards Shredder. But she never reached him, because the Turtles grabbed for her and caught her by her black wing. They pinned her down, shrieking in fear and pain, struggling to reach the man she loved.
"Death comes for us all, Oroku Saki," Splinter said calmly. "But something much worse comes for you. For when you die," he said, watching Shredder dive toward the street, "it will be..." Shredder's limp body landed noiselessly in the rubbish truck, "without honour," Splinter finished.
The jaws of the rubbish truck opened. Shredder was swallowed by them, joining all the other rubbish. They clamped shut. Shredder disappeared into the morass. Rose gave up the struggle and collapsed, sobbing.
The remaining Foot Clan dropped their weapons in total submission to Splinter and the Turtles. The visitors almost didn't notice, though. The Turtles were too busy hugging Splinter, and he was too busy hugging them back.