This was it for him...

He had failed...

He had failed his clan...

He had failed in his mission...

"Woowhee, looks like you were dealt with a nasty number, pal,"

Who's voice is that? He doesn't recognize the voice at all, so he assumed it wasn't important.

"I'm plenty important pal,"

Great, did he go psycho or something?

"Almost pal. If it weren't for Little Ol' Me, you would be swimming in that Joker Venom for good."

Ah yes, the Joker Venom. He had Baxter Stockman mass produce the chemical in large doses. The last thing he remembered was...

"Sorry pal, those memories aren't gonna wake up anytime soon...not right now anyway,"

What did he mean?

"Right now, I've decided to have a little intervention. I'll make sure you end up right where you need to be. Oh and before I leave, you owe me a favour..."

A lone figure walked through the streets of Pentagram City, with many people looking at him in fear. He knew exactly where he was, and he may be no Lucifer, but the amount of lives he had taken in his previous life had certainly left a lasting impact. 'At least they are aware that they cannot escape the fury of The Shredder.'

Shredder had taken on a devilish new appearance. Any exposed skin, which only included his fingertips, neck, biceps, and his exposed eyes, had been transformed into metal. Hys physique was much more pronounced, being a strong 8'5" than the 6'2" he was at when he was alive. His musculature had also increased, becoming much more pronounced.

He also adorned a new chest plate, being a slightly lighter grey then the metal skin he now possessed. The chest plate had covered his pectorals, and every other part of his torso. However, buried deep within his chest was some sort of beating heart, with veins that extended across his entire chest, and every other part of his body, almost like a parasite taking root within the body, the veins had highlighting his muscles. The chest plate also connected to a pair of pauldrons, each one sporting two rows of three curved, jagged, red spikes, unlike the smooth curvature of the blades he had before. They also emitting a strange, luminous, red glow, whilst also eminating a red mist.

On his forearms were his signature bladed gauntlets, which extended up to his elbows, and just over the back of his hands. They were bigger, made to accommodate for his new form's musculature, with additional black accents. However, unlike his living form, he only had two sets of two blades. The blades that were on top of the gauntlets before had all merged together into one, creating a pair of longer, sharper, smooth blades, reminiscent of a katana, a darker red pattern representing the hamon, looking like patches of blood. Another set of identical blades were positioned comfortably at the sides of his gauntlets, giving him four to work with. Furthermore, he was also equipped with a set of steel claws on his fingertips.

Protruding out from his waist were metal plates that were identical to that of the armour of a Japanese samurai, highlighted with black and red plates of metal on the edges. The large metal plates had smaller, identical looking plates beneath them. He also wore a black sash, an emblem with the image of a foot stamped onto it, holding it in place. Placed onto his shins were sets of greaves, similarly designed to his gauntlets, although the spikes on them were identically designed to the spikes on his pauldrons, with two rows of three spikes on them. On his feet were your ordinary ninja shoes, with no tabi socks, and red in colour.

His helmet was based off of the Kuro Kabuto helmet, which was an ancient relic of The Foot Clan. The dark grey steel had slight chips at the edges of the sides, and three jagged slash marks had been carved into the right side of his mask. However, the metal had been warped, exposing a grotesque visage of his teeth at both sides at the same time. On the forehead on the helmet was a blood-red crest, in the shape a trident, the crest had also glowed a luminescent orange from within, and his eyes...

They looked like they were completely bloodshot, no sign of white to be seen, with tiny specks of orange, designed to be his pupils, with spots of black made to resemble sun spots. His eyes looked like the fiery pits of a supernova. His stare could instantly make you feel you're in deep, deep trouble in an instant. Overall, Shredder's new visage instills fear into thousands of people.

As he was walking through the pits of Hell, Oroku Saki, or The Shredder, thought back to his very death. He had made an alliance with the League of Assassins, based off of a rumour that he had been harbouring the Lazarus Pit. Imbued with mystical essences, it would've granted him psuedo-immortality. Yet, he was robbed of it. Despite his efforts, he was unable to intoxicate the entirety of the world with the Joker-ooze, which would enable him to transform the rest of the entire world into unhinged mutants, due to the combined efforts of Batman and those accursed...turtles, trained by that weakling street-rat.

He didn't remember his death, unfortunately. The lack of information had begun to drive him insane, however, he got his priorities straight. He was dead, that was it. He realized he did not need to know how he died. Unlike most people, however, he did not contemplate as to the 'why' he was here. He knew damn well what he was doing and why he was doing it. He was attempting to usurp the throne of leader of the world in order to allow his Foot Clan to rule for a thousand-years, which would've had the resources of the League of Assassins, along with the Lazarus Pit, after he had betrayed Ra's al Ghūl, keeping him hostage after his immortality died out. However, he failed.

Months of effort, many, many heists to pull this off, yet it all ended in failure.

He was no stranger to failure. He had experienced it plenty of times after facing those meaningless turtles, and his chances of ruling the world with his Foot Clan had been dashed to pieces, incinerated in ashes and buried under rubble, his corpse no doubt already reduced to bone and torn flesh. However, all of those experiences to failure didn't mean that he enjoyed it.

Now he was forced to think on those failures.

Just where had he went wrong?

What did the turtles have that he didn't?

He was undoubtedly better trained, more experienced, had greater resources, and certainly had a hand in manipulation and many other skills he had acquired in order to attempt to seize control of the world, but yet...

What was it that, despite his efforts, machinations, and plans to rule the world, the turtles had always managed to get the upper hand on him? Was he just not powerful enough? Has it nothing to do with power?

All of these thoughts and questions yet he held no solutions and answers to them. Thinking on his failures is not something he does. The only time he ever reflected on his mistakes was when he was on training. However, now being dead, he was now forced to reflect on his actions as leader of The Foot Clan. However much he tried, he could not draw a genuine answer as to why he failed.

His thoughts were snapped out as a large ding had echoed through the area. Looking towards the source, Shredder's eyes had landed on a clock tower, although its design was far more... ethereal...

No...

Angelic...

The clock tower looked almost like your typical clocktower, although its got an twenty-four hourglass for the most part, and a golden halo above it. The hourglass, which was supposed to have sand at the top was now the opposite. The sand had resided at the bottom. Shredder's eyes also landed on some numerical timer that already hit zero.

Shredder was too focused on the sight to realize that everyone in the entire area had already froze at the sight of the clock tower going off...before they all began to rush in a multitude of different directions, snapping him out of his confusion. However, his attention had took him elsewhere. A cacophony of thunderclaps erupted from within the clouds, which began to part and swirl, leaving a portion of the red sky completely visible. The thunderclaps, funnily enough, had emerged from genuine lightning, gold in colour. They converged at a particular point at the center of the sky, before a large golden ring opened up, encompassing the entirety of the red. Shredder was also able to see some other location from within the portal, yet he wasn't at the greatest of angles to see what it was.

Almost immediately, he saw faint tiny spots of black emerge from that portal. Gradually, he began to see the specks expand in size. The claws that were concealed inside of his gauntlets had all popped out with a metallic ching, a red mist eminating from them as he immediately settled into a combat stance. He hasn't gotten the chance to test his new physique and strength yet, so this may give him the opportunity to do so.

What he saw were vast amounts of grey-skinned winged beings, clad in black and grey, and carrying weapons of different varieties. They were certainly not katana's, other old-fashioned weaponry, which included typical double-edged swords, axes, maces, spears, halberds, and other weapons you would find in the Medieval Period in England.

His new body offered a greater reservoir of strength and, despite his greater weight, speed. As such, he was eager to test such power out. As one of the angels swooped on down, he didn't make a single move. Instead, he had allowed himself to wait until the angel had gotten close to him. The angel was approaching at a speed at which even Shredder was impressed. Her right arm, the one she held her sword with, had extended over her left shoulder, preparing to swing her sword at Shredder. In response, Shredder had brought his right arm up, the blades halting the attack in its entirety. After that, she was immediately defensless, so he swung his leg at his target, the attack had instantly made contact. The spiked blades on his greaves had tore into her flesh not once, not twice, but three times, as the simple cuts turned into jagged, deep lacerations. Pain had compounded against the wounds as golden ichor burst from the marks as the shock on the angel's LED mask painted a clear picture of what she was expecting.

She wasn't expecting to get baited like that. Too caught up in pain and shock, she was unable to make a counterattack, her sword had fell from her hands as she felt gravity pull her to the ground. However, the claws of Shredder had picked her up by the neck, holding her up to his own height. "I see..." Shredder spoke, his voice was much deeper and held a metallic tone to it, the sound of metal shards grinding against one another, along with the sound of something burning into ashes, which even surprised Shredder himself. "You were expecting easy prey, to sneak in an easy kill. You must not know what its like on the flip side, what it is to feel week, to feel helpless."

The Exterminator felt the heat he was exerting, especially from his hand, which was where the heat was actually coming from. She barely had enough energy to stare into his eyes. She felt like she would shrivel up just by staring into his eyes. Blood was flowing outside of her body as she began to feel woozy, her body feeling numb as she began to slump in his hand. Unbeknownst to the both of them, the heart wedged into his new physiology had began to beat faster, spreading heat throughout his entire body, pulses of orange racing through the red veins. However, Shredder felt the heat rushing through his body and directly into his hand. Instantly, he knew what to do.

"Allow me to educate you in the ways of being prey. My prey."

Just then, a sharp, hissing, sizzling sensation caught her off guard. Even more burning erupted from her wounds as she felt another hand on them. The pain was far too much for her to be able to handle and instantly passed out from shock. With her wounds cauterized, Shredder had grabbed her sword, found an alleyway, and placed her down onto the wall of some random building. He then grabbed a pair of curved blades that stuck out of his pauldrons, before snapping them off. The blades had instantly regrew, somehow.

This served a purpose. He then dug the curved blades into the wall behind her, just around her wrists, acting as bindings. "Be grateful I have a use for you," Shredder spoke, before stabbing the ground with her blade, and headed back out of the alleyway, leaving the woman alone and unconscious. Now, he had decided to participate in the carnage.

Heading back out onto the main streets, he was instantly surrounded by more of these creatures. The claws of his blades were extended completely, the red mist shining an evil glow as Shredder's eyes narrowed, before proceeding to blitz the worthless cretins that stood before him. His new speed had allowed him to move in front of one of his enemies before they could even react. His bladed gauntlet was able to bypass the halberd, which was positioned poorly, allowing him to claw whatever that stood in front of him. The blades grated against her LED mask, piercing it and reaching her skin, causing her to yell from the pain, stemming from the layers of flesh being torn apart, golden blood oozing out.

One of the other look-a-likes had rushed forward with a war cry. Said war cry consisted of "Die, you filthy sinner!" Shredder was unaware of the term, but he saw it as a derogatory one, and one that had enraged him. Just as the sword began to rain down on him, it got stuck in between the blades on the left side of his gauntlet. Both of the fighters gritted their teeth as they both battled for dominance, their respective weapons pushing against each other.

"Just what are you?" Shredder snarled, proceeding to crank up the force of his attack even more in an effort to overpower his enemy. Despite her physique, she has showcased a surprising level of strength. Shredder never pulls any of his punches, or his attacks, choosing to go full power from the beginning. Now, he's finding his work cut out for him. That's not the only thing. Whatever these things are, they seem to be able to kill entities that have already died. Was it an innate ability that they wielded?

Another war cry had reached Shredder's ears as he turned around to witness one of their comrades rushing in towards Shredder, a spear in her hands. Using their interlocked weapons, Shredder had yanked the opposing enemy just at the right time, just as she had began to plunge the sharp edge of her spear through his back. Shredder had just forced her to redirect her target to her fellow comrade, the blade piercing straight where her heart should be, golden essence coming straight out of her wound.

Her body slumped to the ground with a thud, not because she slipped out of the spear by gravity, but because its wielder had dropped the spear out of shock. A faint wind had whistled through the battleground as they all stared at the now-deceased angel, her LED mask was now red instead of grey, the sadistic grin that was normally plastered on them was now a frown and the eyes are all closed. Shredder's eyes widened as he instantly realized their weakness.

Whatever weapons that they were using must be laced with some sort of spiritual energy that was able to purge an entity of the dead from existence. When he made his attacks, he felt...something...hindering him. It was almost as if they couldn't die by conventional means. However, it would seem that their own weapons were their own weakness. With that knowledge in mind, he had retracted his claws into the gauntlets and grabbed the spear with both hands. Almost immediately, he felt some sort of tingle running up his arms as the blade slid out of the wound. Running his fingertips over the metal, that feeling grew stronger. A single cut from this weapon could certainly leave a permanent mark with minimal effort. "So...this is the weaponry you use for purging."

His sentence was less of a question and more of a statement, one that had confused the rest of his foes. It wasn't until Shredder picked up on the reason for their confusion did he get mad. It wasn't the anger spawned from annoyance. It was the anger spawned from idiocy, which he had one of the lowest tolerances for. Unknown to him, the heart that had made its way onto his chest began to beat, at an even faster pace than before, the temperature within him increasing. Compounded with the metal body he was now in did not do the worthless warriors any justice. Metal was an incredibly great conduit of heat, after all.

A blistering orange heat made its way from his hands and onto the spear, the black and white being tainted by heat. The steel of the blade was incredible, able to resist high levels of heat. However, that had worked to Shredder's advantage. With a roar that can only be described as feral, Shredder had blasted his way towards the Exorcists that still stood in shock. The explosion that generated underneath his feet was the only thing that had snapped them out of their stupor. By that point, it was already too late.

Shredder's mastery over blades is one that he'd specifically honed for many, many years. However, despite his skill in blades, he also started with staff work. The bō is a weapon specifically crafted to be a long weapon, designed for the sole purpose to be used to instruct warriors on how to transform weapons into an extension of one's actual body. In his earliest years, he had been instructed in the ways of bōjutsu, along with a variety of other ninja weapons, before shifting towards the bladed gauntlets he once wore in his past life. However, the main benefit is that the bō is often referred to as the 'Grandfather of all weapons'. The spear is a simple bō, just with a spike attached on the straight end. Being a master in bladed weapons, in addition to being well familiar with bō, had allowed him to wield the spear with unparalleled efficiency.

He had plunged the blade had straight through the heart of the weaponless Exorcist. "Absolutely pathetic!" Blood splurted out of the wound the second he had removed the blade from her chest. "Didn't even know that your weapons caused the deaths of the undead!" The other Exorcists had rushed forward, the anger of seeing their own killed had caused them to fly forward with their wings. However, Shredder's demonic heart had beated once again, the orange colour that had tainted the spear had been mottled with black.

Using his proficiency of using a bō, Shredder had spun the blade, the staff and the head of the spear burning bright orange. He did not know how his new powers work, but he was going to experiment later. Now, he was focused on incinerating them out of existence. The flames had burst from the circular blur he had created with the bō, creating a twisting maelstrom of orange flames as it washed over the Exorcists. However, to his surprise, once the flames died out, the Exorcists had been completely burnt so bad that their masks had also changed to the other deceased Exorcists. Only the faint static of the colours shifting from grey to red was the only indication that there was still the presence of life within them, but they ultimately succumbed to the pain.

Shredder had taken a strong look at the spear he now held in his hand, feeling the heat sink back into the metal flesh, before he looked at the beating heart that had been planted into his chest upon death. Whatever new powers he has gained upon his death must be directly tied to this new organ of his. It's the only feasible explanation. That wasn't bad. He could deal with an increased boost to his power. However, he had other matters to attend to. The first and foremost were the weaknesses that the enemies he just faced possessed.

Given the fact that he's in Hell, it would be understandable that the very things he faced were angels, tasked with the act of purging Hell every once and a while. It seems that they use these weapons in order to do so. Trying to kill what is technically an unkillable target would require a peculiar way of dealing with them. He had hoped to imprison Ra's Al Ghūl when he had taken control of the League of Assassins and harness the power of the Lazarus Pit. The pit itself only grants a less potent form of immortality, a root that tethers you to the physical living world, but one that shrivels out of existence, hence forcing the user to periodically bathe in it, which was why he would need to imprison Ra's Al Ghūl. These weapons must act as a work around. It also seems that he can run his new heat-based powers for greater eaffectiveness. He can also generate flames and fan them using this spear, which would allow his newfound flames to scorch the angels permanently, so long as he actually wielded the spear.

Shredder had shook his head, before he looked at the corpses of his fallen enemies. Igniting his power, he had spun his bō, incinerating them to nothing but ash, just to ensure that he could cover his tracks. This ensured that he wouldn't have any more of those angels, he assumed, following his trail. Taking a look at the environment, he also noticed that their was a selection of other angelic weapons around. Shredder would be an absolute fool not to procure all of them. His new bulk allowed him to carry the five new weapons right back to the alleyway.

Now...he would wait...

The Exterminator felt her eyes flutter open as a flood of energy swam through her body. She could feel that her wrists were bound, the feeling of cold steel binding them. They weren't chains. She tried to yank whatever was binding her, but a surge of heat had prevented her from doing so. She took a look at her surroundings. It was some abandoned warehouse that was still in relatively good condition, despite being in hell. Even though there were some torn parts of the entire building, it was good enough for some temporary living arrangement.

There was also some scattered objects around, along with whiteboards which seemed to have unfinished work on them. However, she had noticed that there was the social hierarchy of Hell, in addition to another whiteboard with the title 'Overlords'. There was also a dead body in the corner, which she noticed as a Hellhound, black blood oozing from the cuts that were sliced onto its stomach. One of the main things she learnt was that certain Demons, such as Imps and Hellhounds, had a level of mortality,

She had tried to muster up enough willpower to try and force the bindings off of her wrist, the bindings began to flare up with heat. Sweat began to trickle down her face as she tried to break free. Just as the metal began to come loose, they suddenly tightened, snapping back into place. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Soft, yet sharp metallic stomps radiated through the area. They had grasped the attention of the Exorcist, causing her to look upwards and stare into the deathly visage of Shredder. "The more you struggle, the more they shall resist...and burn...unless you answer some of my questions."

"And what makes you think I would ever speak to a worthless Sinner such as yourself?!" That very same derogatory term seemed to be a common trope amongst these angels. They appear to take some form of cruel and sadistic pleasure in continuously degrading the 'Sinners' of Hell. Anger surged through his veins as his claws scrapped the metal on his palm as he felt his temperature rise.

From the Exorcists perspective, she saw the heart on his chest beat as the red veins across his armour and skin had some orange energy flowing through his body. Abruptly, his form flickered black for the briefest of seconds, which set the Exorcist on edge. The heart, the eyes, the blades, everything that was red on him had turned a dark charcoal black on his form, looking like he rose out of the fiery pits of a volcano covered in ash.

The Exorcists clenched her fists as she contemplated her options. Whoever this Sinner was, he clearly had enough power to fight Exorcists without any sort of worry. Her first worry was that he was an Overlord of Hell that just simply had enough power in order to combat Exorcists, or perhaps he was just some newcomer that was unfortunate to arrive on Extermination Day and just didn't even know that he was supposed to let himself be purged. Whoever he was, he was either stupid to go against Heaven's great order, or he was just genuinely unaware of how things work in Heaven and Hell.

"You're new in Hell, aren't you?" The bound Exorcist asked, though it was more of a statement.

"That I am," Shredder confirmed, seeing as he was getting somewhere, he dialed down the temperature. "I only require a few questions, just for some mere confirmation. Seeing as I'm new in this literal fire pit, I'm going to require some answers before I continue with my work."

"And why should I help you?" She spat. "I shouldn't be helping some worthless Sinner!"

Shredder, in response, had walked over to one of the corners, where the Exorcist was able to see a batch of weapons of a particular design. "Why do you...?"

"It astonished me that you angels are unaware that the very weapons that you use for the purging are actually your weakness." Shredder revealed, the eyes on the Exorcists LED mask widened as she digested that piece of information. "The weapons that you use to kill demons are actually able to kill angels. So you are bound, and I have the means to ensure that I achieve what I desire." Once he stood in front of the Exorcist, he had spun the blade, almost as if he was asserting his dominance, before pointing it directly at his captive's neck.

The Exorcist gulped as she began to realize the despair she was in. She knew that, despite her unique form of immortality, she was still capable of being slayed down by the very weapons she uses. It was ironic, really. Even in a head-to-head confrontation, where she would fight at full power, she knew she would lose. Even if she fought dirty and got her hands on one of those weapons, she'd still lose.

"W-What do you want to know?" She gave in.

"Simple: what you are, your status and purpose for being in Hell despite being native to Heaven," Shredder explained.

"I'm an Exorcist, a Lance Corporal to be exact," She revealed. "Me, my group, and our fellow Exorcists participate in an annual culling known as Extermination, which is used as a solution to lower Hell's Sinner population due to the overpopulation crisis it's experiencing."

"For a place such as Heaven, I'd assume that they'd be incredibly against the idea of an annual slaughter," Shredder snarked.

"Which is why we're not allowed to speak of it," The Exorcist explained. "Only the lieutenant, the leader of the Extermination, and the Head Seraphim know of our yearly activities. If the rest of Heaven found out..."

"...their would inevitably be an uprising. Many people would attempt to usurp the position of High Seraphim and seek alternatives to lower the population in a more humane way. This would inevitably leave you Exorcists shunned and cast out of Heaven as a result. You would all fall."

Now it made much more sense. Now he was well aware of the dangers of this 'Extermination'. They were all participating in senseless slaughter, which they all knew that they would be punished severely for doing so for potentially thousands of years. They are wise to keep this a secret from the entirety of Hell's populous. It also gave him some sort of an idea as to how Heaven as a hierarchy functions. However, such knowledge is completely useless, given he's in Hell.

"Yeah, that's about it," The Exorcist admitted, her body slumping in her bindings. "That's everything that I am aware of. What else do you want to know?"

"Just one more thing...What is the landscape of Hell? More specifically how is it constructed?" Shredder asked, much to the confusion of the Exorcist

"W-Well, you're in the Pride Ring," She responded. "It's the place where the Extermination happens, due to Sinners coming here when they've died. They don't go anywhere else in the entirety of the seven rings of Hell, hence why we only attack here. This ring is ruled by the Deadly Sin of Pride, and the King of Hell himself, Lucifer."

"And the other rings?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," She admitted. "Heaven doesn't go over the other rings a lot, if at all. They only focus on the Pride Ring and who we can and cannot attack."

Shredder had remained a stoic silence, the angelic blade in his hands shifting away from her neck as he began to take all of the information in. It certainly added a greater level of depth to Hell. He also began to wonder if Heaven also have these 'rings' or the structure of Heaven was just different.

However, he had other matters to attend to.

"Now that I have nothing to tell you, let me out so I can get back to Heaven," She demanded. "Once they caught wind of an Exorcist being killed and that you killed my entire team, they'll find you and purge you from existence!"

Saliva spat from her holographic mask, which slightly disgusted Shredder. However, the mask that she wore did pique his curiosity. Smirking underneath his metallic mask, he finally spoke. "But then there's the obvious flaw within your logic, Exorcist."

The statement confused her, evident by the raised eyebrow on the mask. "What do you mean?"

"While I am considering a degree of mercy, you will not be making it back to Heaven, let alone to speak to your superiors about what has transpired to your team," Shredder revealed.

He could tell. The Exterminator did not get the message. She assumed she was just going to be held captive, tortured day in and day out as some sort of punching bag. No. He was far more merciful than that. His hand had reaffirmed the grip on the handle as he raised it, pointing it directly to her neck as the Exterminator's eyes widened as she began to realize what his plan was. "No...you said you would consider mercy!"

"And I did say that," Shredder confirmed, almost as if he wasn't going through the motions of what he was about to commit. The blade had been raised over his shoulder, the grey steel of the weapon glowing orange as it heated up, as the Exterminator began to shut her eyes, bracing for the impact. "I did say I would consider mercy..."

The slice was swift as the heated blade had cut directly through her neck, the layers of built-up muscle, flesh and bone didn't seem to stop the blade, not even a little. The head rolled onto the ground as from the opening on both the body and the head, streams of angelic blood began to ooze out disgustingly. Shredder's flames that he calls his eyes only stared in some manner of satisfaction. "...and that mercy is a quick death."

He then removed the LED helmet from the Exorcist, looking inside of it and witnessing the technology that was used. He was, by no means, tech savvy, so he required some other means of discovering what sort of technology it had and improving it. He took a look at the whiteboards behind him, watching the unfinished work there, before sighing.

Even in death, he still had so much work to do.

(Earth: Gotham City)

A mountain of rubble and flames were dancing at the destroyed building of Ace Chemicals. Veins of purple liquid were running from within the rubble as it began to shift. A piece of rubble fell off, shattering as it made its impact onto the ground, as an arm managed to poke through it, one that wielded a bladed gauntlet. The man had crawled his way out of the ashes and debris as he got on all fours.

And then he laughed...

In the wise words of Thanos, 'Fine, I'll do it myself'. I've always been enamored with the idea of an undead Shredder and the Shredder Who Laughs. I also hope I did an accurate enough prediction on Shredder's character in this chapter. The next chapter is on its way.