Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT
Prologue
"Never piss off a Drake, it might be the last think you do,"
"What's a Drake?"
"A Male Dragon…a warrior"
The rain beat down on armored shoulders, silvery-black in the darkness. The armored figure shifted uncomfortably, clawed fingers twitching over the rough concrete/brick of the building below them. Clawed feet shifted to adjust the weight, a long, whip-like tail with sail-like connected barbs twitched predatorily. But was most impressive, were the two large, glittering wings that cupped the lean figure's frame. They were a smoky-blue-grey with a vivid red edge, dappled back, with tanish-gold "suns" taking up the ends of the wing sails, like large circles of light in the fog. The armored figure's skin was a tough grey-black, with thick black armor plating along the underside of his body and neck. This natural armor was overlapped with a silvery-black metal, encasing the body in impenetrable armor.
Molten gold eyes gleamed under the armored helmet, a longish muzzle, with a snort nose horn, slightly beaked mouth, with fanged canines peaking out, thick, powerful lower jaw, graced by sail-linked barbs peaking out from behind short spikes coming off of the upper jaw. Two heavy, armored brows rose jaggedly over the large, gleaming eyes, . Behind the head and down the neck were spines that rose up off the neck and were linked by sails that mimicked the coloration of the figure's wings, as did the ones along the upper jaw. The helmet fit snuggly around two large, upwardly curved head horns; a grayish visor had electric blue writing scrawling across the screen over the eyes, what appeared to be an ear piece was nestled behind the facial sails and into the curved/pointed ears. Two whiskers trailed down from right under the figure's nostrils, ending in tufted fur.
The figure's head dipped, shifting the armored frame, he, rose to his full height, pushing seven foot, wings snapping fully open, and after beating the excess water from them, he folded them angelic style onto his back.
The ear piece squawked.
Nah nah nah…goin' get ya…
"Enough Isye," the figure rumbled.
An annoyed snort was the response. The figure's reply was cut off by another incoming message.
Lyon…LYON! DERATU OVER THE DOCKS! DERATU!
"ALL MEMBERS TO THE DOCKS NOW!" Lyon ordered, stepping back he leapt off of the Empire building, twisting into a dive, wings tight to his body. He spun out of the dive wings pumping to regain altitude as he twisted in and out of buildings, he kicked off periodically, grabbed and pushed off. Frantically searching for more speed. As he neared the docks, he spotted a huge winged beast hovered over the docks, figures were twisting around it already.
Lyon's seven-foot frame shimmered before growing and filling out to a dragon's full body, humanoid features vanished, his roar reverberated across the surface of the water. The beast twisted to avoid the charge as Lyon slammed into it. The smaller figures quickly followed Lyon's example and soon enough ten dragons twisted around the beast, Lyon leading the charge as he twisted and writhed with it as they spun towards the waters below. A horrific CRACK was followed with blood gushing from the beast's throat as Lyon pulled back his dangerous jaws, blood spilling over his fangs, he pulled back allowing the beast's limp frame to land with a splash in the bay below. Lyon roared, as suddenly another one of the beasts slammed into his back, shredding his great wings with bloody claws. Shrieks of rage erupted from the other dragons as ghoulish dragons attacked them, vicious black beasts, sickly with glittering blood red eyes; thus preventing them from helping their leader.
Lyon twisted, attempting to get out from under the Deratu's heavy weight, with no avail, his wings flapped uselessly as he fell towards the waters below, the Deratu's jaws clammed around Lyon's massive skull and shook. Lyon shrieked in pain before roaring in rage, then they hit the water with a force like slamming into concrete, waves soared around their twisting forms. The water was shallow enough that Lyon was able to twist away and rear up above the Deratu, they bit and rend, pinned and slashed, finally the second best went limp and Lyon looked up towards the others still fighting above him and reared up onto his hind legs, opened his mouth, threw his head back and let out a high pitched shriek that deepened into a thunderous roar, followed with a massive burst of fire, slamming into a ghoulish dragon's wings.
Then suddenly the attack was over as quickly as it had begun, the enemy fleeing. Lyon dropped onto all fours, nursing his right foreleg as the others dropped down beside him.
"You alright?" the first to land asked, a femininely rich voice.
She was no where near as impressive as the six other males that surrounded her, neither in size, nor coloration, and "sail-age" (think plumage), but she held an air of elegant lethalness. Her pale figure was creamy-white, with tan stripes on her legs and tannish-gold wings.
Lyon nodded before replying with, "I'll live".
She seemed to grunt, then looked out over the water.
"That's the fifth time this week," she muttered.
Lyon grunted in agreement, limping away, slowly shifting into the humanoid figure he had been before, the others followed suit, before they all moved away from the area.
Two hours later…
Lyon flexed his wrist, that connected to a three fingered green hand, rolled his shoulders and grunted as he hopped off of the medical table.
"Alright guys, normal life starts in two hours, make it believable," Lyon stated.
Someone handed him a blue ninja mask.
"Rest up a bit Leo, before they wake up," a human man stated.
Leo dipped his head in thanks.
"Not likely to happen but thanks," Leo stated.
Leo walked into the Lair twenty minutes later, appearing to have been out for a morning run as Don greeted him with a wave.
Mike paused cocking his head at his brother.
"Dude? Did you even sleep?" Mikey sputtered, noticing Leo's haggard frame.
Leo walked into the kitchen and poured himself some tea before shaking his head.
"No, I was too restless, couldn't sleep," Leo replied, "the Foot and PD's are getting stronger Don, we'll have to do some serious recon tonight."
Don nodded.
A/N: Enter the Dragons…has begun….