Introduction
Rating: K
Words: 427
Author's Note: I decided to take up a writing challenge for some writing exercise and for funsies :). So here is the first prompt from a 100 themes challenge! I got the list from tumblr, where these drabbles can be found as well. I will be writing mostly in the 2012 'verse, but if I decide to write within another one, I will label it clearly. I hope you all enjoy!
At his sharp command, his students sprung into action.
Splinter's warm amber eyes watched each of the sparring pairs, carefully analyzing their progress in the ancient fighting arts. Though they had each been under his tutelage for fifteen years, each of them had their own style and method of combative technique.
Leonardo, his most conscientious student, parried every jab from Donatello's naginata with complete precision. His posture was perfect, his form flawless, his movements fluid as though he knew each move by heart. His twin katana flashed under the glare of the light of the dojo as they collided with the wooden staff.
Donatello threw off the blades with a powerful thrust and spun the staff in preparation of Leonardo's next move. Splinter could almost see the analytical contemplation with which his ingenious pupil regarded his older brother and how he used principles of physics and mathematics to his advantage. Each movement was calculated and measured, usually defensive, though Donatello would occasionally take advantage of an opportunity to offensively turn his opponent's weakness against him.
Raphael, passionate and bold, rushed at Michelangelo without any form or strategy. His power, fueled by his quick temper, made his offense rough, yet effective as he drove his opponent back. Each blunt stab and rigid strike was delivered with determined growls and grunts as he pursued his elusive sparring partner. His sais sliced through the air at the spinning nunchakus, glinting brightly as they stuck against the wooden handles .
With every action delivered by Raphael, Michelangelo quickly reacted, always with a light hearted quip that fueled his brother's ire. His imagination and improvisation always kept him one step ahead of Raphael, who fought just to keep up with him. The showy acrobatics that he utilized were unnecessary, yet they were vital in making his fighting style unique; wild and free-spirited. There was a great deal of raw power and potential in his movements that Splinter hoped could be tapped into with the right guidance.
As Splinter watched his pupils, his heart swelling with pride. They had progressed much in the time he had been teaching them, each using their unique skills to advance further in their ninjutsu training that he had at their age. Life for four mutant turtles would not be kind, and Splinter wanted to give them every advantage possible in order to survive in this harsh world.
"Yame!" he barked, and the four ninjas immediately stopped their exercise. They swiftly knelt before him, sitting in line from eldest to youngest.
Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo.
His students.
His sons.