"You saw the bleeding star just like us." the Na'vi guard said, in very accented English. "It is a sign."

"Buddies, I told you." the short, human scientist with blonde hair, responded. "It was not bleeding, it wasn't even a real star."

"Yes, it was." the other Na'vi insisted. "Tales speak of Eywa..."

"No, they don't." he responded. "You made that up." he sighed. "I already told you guys, that was, what we like to call, a comet. Long story short, it is a piece of rock flying through space with an insane speed, so quick it starts burning. That's all it is: not a divine sign."

The first Na'vi shook his head stubborn. "It is a sign. Whether a rock or a star, it is a sign."

The human shrugged. "You do you, friend."

"Quiet, you two." the other Na'vi hissed. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" the human leaned onto the half-open door. "Did you hear something?"

"No, he didn't." the first Na'vi said. "He imagined it, as he always does."

"When will you stop saying that!" the other one complained. "I do not..."

Then, four large shadows jumped in front of them. They picked up their weapons to fight, but the shadows were quicker and, before they even blinked, the doors in front of them were shut. They kicked it in rage, to no effect.

"Yes! High three!" Mikey yelled and his brothers returned the favor. Behind them, Strange and not-as-happy Deathstroke, were standing.

"See?" Leo glared at Stephen. "Whose plan worked: mine or yours?"

"What?" Donnie was offended.

"You didn't even consider my plan." Stephen responded.

"Pff, yeah." Leo waved away. "As if they don't understand any other language except fists." He paused. "And English."

"Doesn't matter. They are living beings too." Stephen pointed at the door. "What if they starve here?"

"Nah." Donnie, of all Turtles, waved away. "Others will soon realize they are gone and hear their cries."

"Yup." Leo smiled confidently. "They will be fine."

Then, the Turtles paused and stroke their chin, realizing their mistake.

"Okay!" Mikey raised his thumb. "How about a backup plan."

Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Which is?"

"Run!" Mikey cried and disappeared into the darkness, others following him from behind.

The building had many turns and labyrinths on the inside. Left-right, forward-backward, round...they were going in all possible directions, as if this was a real labyrinth.

They leaned onto a wall, slightly peeking to see how many people, Na'vi or human, were passing by. In that moment, there were none.

"Bad luck for us." Stephen whispered. "Do we have any idea where we are?"

"They said the planet is named Pandora." Raph smiled.

"You're not funny." Stephen answered bluntly. "Donatello, where..."

"He's not available." Deathstroke said and it immediately made them all turn at him. He was holding Donnie, with one arm around his throat and the other with a blaster on his head. Deathstroke put his skull-like mask on. Donnie, for some reason, was barely able to open his eyes, though there were no visible wounds on him.

Leo gnarled. "Let him go!" he raised his swords, but Raph and Mikey held him back, though they were just as angry.

Stephen, sick of everything, chuckled. "Look, buddy. This is the last place where you would want to play these tricks."

"Oh, this is a game to you?" his voice spoke from inside of his mask, having a very sinister and angry tone.

"Let him go." Raph gnashed his teeth.

"Keep away, turtles." he said. "Or I will blow up his brain." he pressed the gun harder against Donnie's head and Turtles were still.

"Okay." Stephen approached him, with his hands up in the air. "Let's not start anything. What do you want?"

"Information." Deathstroke answered. "Clear and honest. Tell me: what the hell is going on in here?"

Stephen stared in confusion. "Have you not listened to anything we have been saying for hours?"

"I know crap when I hear it." he commented. "You can use it on those freaks all you want, but I am not an idiot you assumed I am."

"You are right, you're a bigger idiot."

"Careful. I might get angry and blast your friend."

"No!" Stephen raised his voice, but stopped walking as soon as Deathstroke tilted his head. "You don't, and I really mean this, you don't want to do that."

"Is that a threat?" he slightly chuckled. "You lost your magic, wizard. You can't do anything. And these pets of yours cannot stop me either."

Mikeys face twisted in anger. "Pets?!"

"You are going to have," Stephen continued, "far more trouble than me and them if you kill him. If you kill any of us."

"I told you to stop about that crap."

"Are you stupid?!" Stephen raised his voice. "Or just blind or deaf? You woke up in another world."

"That is far from needing to believe you."

"We saved your life, you freak!" Raph responded.

"Twice." Leo added.

"In two days." Mikey also added.

"What possible reason could we have to help you?" Stephen asked him. "We had no obligation to do so. So why did we do it?"

"I wonder that too." he said. "And I will find out."

"We have been telling you the reason the whole time!"

"Enough!" he yelled. "I am growing impatient. Mention that ridiculous story again or I will blast him!"

"You re such an idiot." Donnie finally spoke and caught Deathstroke's arm, and, in a second, slipped through his hands and spinned around. Deathstroke wasted no time, firing, but Donnie managed to avoid and threw a smoke bomb right in his face.

Deathstroke coughed, left alone in the purple mist. When the mist disappeared, they were all gone. Or so his eye would tell.

He avoided Leo's quick attack from behind, picking up his gun at Raph, who then twisted and quickly kicked the gun from his hands. Mikey threw himself at him, but Deathstroke reached his nunchaku and threw him away. Mikey didn't fall, though, but landed on his feet, well and steady.

All four Turtles were now standing in one corner of the room and Deathstroke on another. The warrior chuckled, reaching for his swords and unsheathed them. Then, they charged at each other.

Leo faced him first, their swords clashing. Leo struck, parried and defended. Deathstroke wasn't a fool, but his skills were still equal to Leo's, not superior. When he would attack, Leo would strike or move away. When he would jump at him, Leo would either jump with the same force or avoid him.

Deathstroke only met one person who could equal him in such regards before these Turtles.

"How did you learn to fight?" he asked, non-condenscending.

"Our father." Raph answered, to his own surprise. "He taught us everything we know."

"Then he taught you well." he said. "I thought you were just imbeciles."

"Oh." Donnie added. "He made sure we are not."

"I know." he said. "But let's see if he taught you well enough."

They continued to fight, while Stephen sneaked away from the direct conflict. He glanced at them one final time. "This must be how Hawkeye feels like."

He looked for anything. A blaster, a computer, a weapon, anything to help them, but there was nothing.

He looked at his glove. The blue mark on his wrist was combining with the glove given to him by Uatu. He was tempted to press the glove. If he presses it, they will be back at Sanctum. Just one press.

Sounds were heard in the distance. Not of Turtles and Deathstroke fighting, but of people and Na'vi, running towards them and yelling. They were far, but not far enough.

If I press the glove, he thought, the portal will suck them in as well. It will do more damage than help.

Stephen hit his own wrist, feeling helpless.

He looked at his fingers, then again and the blue mark on his wrist, then again at his fingers. He kept staring at both, trying to connect the dots. His magic was not gone. Weakened yes, but not gone. Just ineffective.

Or is it?

He concentraded his entire mind on the power. He could still feel energy, just as strong as he felt it before, but he couldn't reach it. He felt something: a something pushing him away.

Eywa? he thought. That force is holding me back.

Whatever she or it is, they are making a griveous mistake.

Stephen pushed harder, concentrating both his mind and spirit. He pulled surrounding energy as most as he could, and he could feel it at the tip of his fingers

Slowly, he was closer to it. With each second, fire of magic was burning warmer and warmer. He was never so weakened. Now, he will have to beware. If he touched the fire, he will lose it.

Or burn.

Raph managed to kick Deathstroke in the gut, but that only made him angrier. Deathstroke twisted, catching Raph's head and finally slamming him to the floor. He punched Raph once, intending to finish him, but other Turtles attacked him from behind, Mikey grabbing him by the hand with his nunchaku. He pulled, trying to keep Deathstroke away, but Deathstroke was strong. He couldn't free himself imediately, but he keot Mikey pulling. At least until Raph came to his senses and kicked him in the leg, getting up and punching him back.

Deathstroke had enough. In one quick kick of adrenaline, he pulled Mikey with his own nunchaka and threw him at Raph. He reached for his sword, intending to finish it quickly, but Donnie and Leo both hit him in the chest. Enraged, Deathstroke grabbed Donnie by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

"You saved my life." he said to him. "So I will save yours. Give up and I will spare you."

"Oh, how grateful you must be." Donnie said and head-bumped Deathstroke, confusing him.

Stephen could feel ecstasy of magic filing him from inside. He never realized before how much he actually needed it. It was out of his reach for just a few hours, and now he must grab it.

He imagined it as a field of water. Water stood still, quiet and peaceful. He knew that, if he draws too close or too far, it will drown him or it will evaporate.

He closed his eyes. He prayed to whoever was there listening and stretched out his hand. His fingers were closer to the water by every second. When they reached the water, it started moving chaotically, like sea during a storm. Then, water climbed over his arm to the rest of his body. Stephen almost screamed, feeling how quickly magic was filling him and how powerful it was.

But soon he breathed a sigh of relief. It did not drown him. It enveloped him.

Deathstroke bumbed Donnie back, dazing him, but Leo, Raph and Mikey pulled him away from behind. What was previously a fight of martial arts, a dance of sorts, now turned into wrestling and fist-fighting. First he threw Mikey off of him, sending him back to Donnie. Then he shortly fought with Raph, who was not an easy fight, but Deathstroke cleverly grabbed him by the weak spot on the shoulder and Raph was filled with pain, unable to fight. He meant to finish him, but Leo pulled him away, both of them falling to the ground.

Leo wrapped his legs around Deathstroke's head, despite the warrior's punches. Deathstroke then got up and threw Leo to the ground. If he had a moment, Leo could have gotten up and moved away, but Deathstroke didn't give it to him, instead grabbing him by the leg and punching him in the belly and, finally, in the face. Leo was almost powerless to get up, feeling broken. His opponent then grabbed his sword and raised it, but not before an arrow kicked it out of his hand.

Leo looked up. Dozens of Na'vi and humans, gathered together, with prepared weapons. And lead among them the leader Deathstroke shot, Jake Sully, standing tall, with a bandage around his chest and arm.

Deathstroke focused his sight on him. Then, he reached for his other blade, but in that exact moment a flash of light struck him and enveloped him around the chest, like a rope. He screamed in pain as it held him, feeling as if he was burning from inside and out. Then, losing his strength, he fell, knocked out.

Stephen stumbled, walking towards them. Mikey and Donnie ran to get him, while Raph helped Leo get up. They all went to him, but Stephen got up by himself and walked, as if he were drunk, towards Deathstroke. He smiled and looked back at the Na'vi, who were surprised at his power.

"Looks like Eywa," he said, chuckling and breathing hard, "is not so powerful, ha?"