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Splinter recalled how he'd frightened his sons soon after their adventure with April the first one that is. His sons had told him of something very large and mechanical beneath the building those robotic-ninja had been in they's seend during it. Splinter wondered if Saki had had to replace real ninja, who would no longer follow him, with robots for that reason. Considering this great machine his sons spoke of beneath the city, though, Saki might simply prefer fighting with metal than flesh, and computers than cunning these days. At the end of that day, his answers had seemed mixed on that. Saki was still strong and cunning, but he had added much in the way of advanced weaponry to his tactics.
He'd been very embarrassed to be captured while tracking that "technodrome." He and his sons had parted ways due to his having the capabilities of a rat and they not. He hadn't been frightened for himself at all then. However, his students had handled themselves far better against the machines than he.
As he'd hung far above a metal floor in that technodrome, he's pondered how all his life he'd studied humans in order to defeat humans. Weapons training, stealth training, and the like had all taught him to allude human senses, defeat the human mind and body while they maybe weilded a few weapons that could not move once detached from that human body. He'd not done very well alluding a metal arm, more resembling a rope, far longer than any human arm, all while a voice with a computer whine to it stated "You are coming with us!" He hadn't proven that computer voice wrong.
He hadn't had a chance to fight against "Bebop" and "Rocksteady" as his students had, but he'd been very proud of how they handled themselves. He'd even found himself smiling silently at Raphael's response to Shredder saying, due to his releasing the mutagen on them all after tracking him to New York, his students owed everything to him, his enemy, including their allegiance. Of course it had been Raphael who'd first responded in his usual way.
"Does the phrase, 'Go suck a lemon,' mean anything to you?"
Of course, quick wit and cutting humor mean very little if you cannot back them up with action. But his four, young students had proven themselves to be turtles of action. They'd fought their way through robots, traps, fellow mutants all to find him before cutting him down and carrying him to safety. Then they'd even let him sleep. Yes, he'd been very proud of his students indeed …
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