Silence spread across the small courtyard. Leo's heart began to pump at a quickened rate as he lunged himself towards the disturbance. He cursed himself under his breath for getting so caught up in the play and allowing evil-doers to enter the village.

Within a couple of jumps, he found himself near the top of a tall tree just beside the main road leading into the village. A convoy of six vehicles made its way into the town, which was now filled with screams of fear and terror. Santiego was trying to hustle all of the orphans into the orphanage for safety, just as all of the other villagers ran for cover and the safety of their own homes.

Still however, some remained in the open, either locating loved ones or simply out of curiosity.

Such a large force caught Leo off guard. At the rate the vehicles were entering the village, he only had time to assault the very last jeep, which was a little ways behind the others, about a quarter of a mile away.

Something nudged at the back of his mind. His vision adopted a tinge of red as he quickly plotted his moves. The image of a couple and their young daughter laying face down in the blood-soaked dirt. That was when he had heard the first gunshots of his journey, and the gun-downed family is what he had found, upon his arrival to help. It was a crude sight to behold, so early on in the young turtle's mission; and the memory was a terrible one that Leo made a point to push out of his mind, but the picture created a fire that drove him to get back at, and quite literally, hurt, the offenders. It wasn't so much the looting that he fought against, but the taking of innocent lives.

Leo took out a throwing knife from his new cloak and promptly flung it at the driver. It caught the man in the neck, killing him almost instantly, causing his foot to leave the gas pedal and jerk the steering wheel to the left. Almost as quickly as the knife was thrown, the turtle jumped onto the front console of the vehicle, facing the rear. None of the other three passengers had any time to think, much less make a move. The front seat passenger got a blunt hit to the head from one of the now drawn swords, knocking him unconscious, and quite possibly killing him. The red tinge of Leo's vision intensified. The ninja proceeded to slice his blades in opposite directions, spilling the blood of the two back seat riders, who had barely made it to their feet.

The jeep came to a halt as the front bumper came into contact with a tree on the side of the road. Leo used the momentum of the vehicle to launch himself back into the tree line. Adrenaline and rage coursed through his veins as he made his way to get a better view of the village's new activity.

He had to get a firm grip on a tree branch to stop his mad dash to keep from plummeting into the open street below.

The convoy has stopped, and from the vehicles several soldier-esque men stepped out with guns pointing at the townsfolk. A signal was given, and from the second jeep emerged a large man. He proceeded to make his way to the front of the convoy for all to see. He smiled and held his arms out wide, and started addressing the people, much to Leo's dismay - in Spanish. But first, he very clearly introduced himself - "Coronel Santino".

Leo made note of the name, as this man was distinguishably more important than the others.

His voice was low and very hoarse, which intimidated those around him. A couple people emerged from their houses to listen in. The villagers cringed and adopted worried and scared faces as he spoke.

Once he had stopped speaking, there was a moment of silence where even the jungle noises seemed to halt.

Santiego stepped forward, which got a number of worried voices to call his name, begging him to just not. He held the cross that hung around his neck with both hands and held his head high, stopping right in front of Santino.

The on-looking turtle's heart fell when he saw the man who had saved his life move to face the leader of so many gun wielding men. His vision had just returned to normal, but his muscles were again tensing out of fear. There was no way that he could take on the amount of militia that littered the road below. Not without a great deal of casualties, and quite possibly the loss of his own life. He could only pray that nothing went too wrong with the Priest's actions.

Santiego's move earned him a couple crosshairs, and tensions began to rise. He looked into the Colonel's eyes, and with a straight face stated,

"These are free people of God, you have no ri-"

He was cut short by a punch to the face by the man he was addressing, who promptly let out a laugh. His men joined in on the 'joke'. Santiego held the bruising side of his face with one hand and steadied himself with the other, slowly rising to again face his attacker.

All at once the laughter stopped, and Santino adopted a serious, angry visage. Leo's face paled, this was not what he was hoping would happen, in fact this was exactly what he had hoped wouldn't happen. The hefty man towered over Santiego's bent form, slowly walking towards him. The smaller man had no fear in his eyes, but courage. Santino grabbed at the others' garments around his neck and drew a machete with his other hand, holding it to the now very exposed throat.

Leo fought a battle within himself. He wanted nothing more than to cut down the treacherous beast, but he knew too well that the outcome would most likely cause more damage than not. He kicked himself for being so useless, but settled and continued watching the proceedings.

Santino put his face close to his victim's ear and whispered,

"I am God."

The words were barely audible, but a ninjas senses are heightened to pick up on such things. To Leo's relief, Santiego was thrust onto the dirt, at which time the machete was sheathed. Now Santino was addressing the crowd again, he yelled;

"and YOU are all MY people!"

Several gasps came from the villagers, but Santino just smiled at their misery. He continued,

"And as I am your master, I expect you all to give me what I deserve."

He turned to return to his jeep, but pivoted to point at various random people in the crowd,

"Double the production of everything!" he warned and then finally made his way into his seat. The engines roared and made their way out the way they had come.

The villagers just stood and looked on in shock and horror before hazily dispersing.

Leo turned his attention to the convoy as it made its way down the dark road. But then an icy hand clawed at his heart, and his breath got caught in his throat. His mouth gaped and his eyes grew in fear and disbelief.

The convoy stopped, the last vehicle just barely out of the village, and the first, about a quarter of a mile down.

The blur of killing that had happened just minutes before raced back to Leo's mind like a tidal wave of blood. He realised in only a millisecond his rash actions. His dirty deed done without the slightest bit of critical thought. His katana had been controlled by nothing but blind rage, and now something horrible was about to happen.

Angry, no, furious yelling came from down the way. The first vehicle started to turn around, and was promptly followed by the rest, like a snake making a U-turn to get another go at its prey.

Leo was frozen in pure horror.

"What have I done?"