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As I walked away from the orange masked turtle, trying not tremble harder than I was currently. I continued walking when I heard the din of metal clashing together. I hurried toward the sound hoping to find Donnie. The door was slightly ajar and I slipped through the gap. Not even a second later, something lands by me with a loud clang. " Yame!" I heard coming from one of the fighters. "You need more practice Leonardo, your sword should have not left your hand." " Yes sensei." Both voices were of male origin, one soft and frail as the other was soft still with a slight deep tone. I heard faint footsteps approaching. My heart quicken as I looked down to see a sword. Without hesitation, I picked it up, staggering under its weight. The foot steps were close. I looked up to see another turtle, this one bigger then before wearing a baby-blue mask. He was looking right at me with startling blue eyes wide. I tried to lift the sword to keep him away but my arms spasmed and it dropped. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I drop the sword and backed up. "Excuse me miss.." he said, his eyes carefully searching my face. He was so close... that I saw his pretty eyes illuminated a large Crescent shaped scar starting from his forehead and passing through his right eye. I reached a hand out to touch his scar but a hand stopped me, grabbing my wrist. The pain was instantaneous. I squeaked while trying to get free. He let go immediately, looking concerned. My eyes Streamed as my wrist throbbed. He backed off, clearly not comfortable. I left through the door which I came. I looked back, feeling remorse. It wasn't his fault, I shouldn't have reached for his face.
Leonardo:
My body was drenched from training with sensei. With a deflect, my sword flew from my hand off to elsewhere. "Yame!" My sensei said with finality. Sensei and I bowed to one another. "You need more practice Leonardo, your sword should not have your hand. " I bowed my head and said humbly, "Yes sensei." With that, I went looking for my sword. I searched around the dojo and saw my sword from the corner of my eye. I realized that my sword was connected to someone. I peered closer and trembling stood the girl from Donnie's room. I came towards her and she struggled to lift the sword which fell back down. I put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her. " excuse me miss..." she dropped it and backed up. She looked at me and seconds later, she reached for my face. I grabbed her wrist and accidentally squeezed it. Her face turned whiter than before and she let out a squeak. I let go and backed away. I had hurt her, tears making tracks down her cheeks. She held onto her wrist and left through the door. I was shocked, but nevertheless picked up my weapon. What was she going to do if I had allowed her to continue? Who else had she been in contact with? , I thought. I bowed to sensei one last time before continuing my practice.
A/n: so what does everyone think?