"Seriously, robbing a blind man?" Leo asked as he kicked a Purple Dragon into a wall. "That's a pretty low bar to set man." It was a quiet night until April called with news of the gang attacking a noodle shop, so rightfully so, Leo and his brothers made quick pace.

"Money's money, we collect all there is on the street." The 'leader' of the group, Fong, groaned.

"Sure sure, just like how a cockroach is a cockroach." Spidey quipped, really focused on the tall guy, Sid, of the group for some reason. "I mean, that and the jacket dude ARE how you keep getting back up for more punishment, right?"

"I always thought it was the tattoos, gives off a macho vibe even if they're pretty weak." Mikey commented as he kicked the bat guy, Tsoi, right in the face. "Oh, can we get tattoos?"

"Tattoos are made by sticking a hot needle in your arm for over an hour." Donnie commented as he double teamed with Raph, knocking Sid across the face back and forth. "You'd need to stand completely still for the entire time and wait for it to heal for a few days, and that's not even counting the possibility for skin cancer."

"Besides, the cool designs are wasted on these guys. You know dragons are supposed to be scary, right?" Raph smirked as he hit Fong right in the chest. "And not weak, scrawny, and wimpy."

"Well it's not as scary as your fa-" Sid tried to shout, before his mouth was webbed up.

"Uh uh uh, someone should learn to stop talking." Spidey mentioned. "You know, before they say something that creeps out a little girl enough she goes screaming for help …" Well Leo felt a newfound level of terror he didn't know he had before from the web head.

"Why don't you freaks just swim back to the ocean where you came from!" Fong tried to rush him, only for Donnie to trip him up with the staff.

"Actually, we're freshwater turtles, btw. It's a split whether or not we're Diamondback or Red Eared Sliders." His nerdy brother explained.

"I still don't get it, water's water right?" Mikey asked. Ah right … he still hasn't gotten the sewer talk.

Raph kicked Fong to the wall, grabbing his neck. "Alright, lights out for you punk." And reared back his fist, probably would have given the guy a broken nose if Leo didn't grab it mid swing.

"Just go, and don't come back." He threatened the man. "Unless you really want this to go all night."

Fong looked halfway between terrified and grateful for the interference, until it turned into pure annoyance. "Come on, let's book it." He called out to his bruised gang as they rushed out of the restaurant. "This isn't over, freaks."

"Real original, you'd outclass shakespeare." Spidey groaned as they left. "Why are the Kraang more witty than the average thug nowadays?"

"Dude, Leo, you let him off easy." Raph criticized. "Couldn't you bruise his face just a little?"

"There's no point beating up a scrawny unarmed guy clearly scared witless." Leo defended his choice to show a little mercy.

"Besides, last time we beat up a 'helpless' guy, we got Baxter Stockman and the T-Pod incident." Spidey added. "The purple dragons are basically like cockroaches, they always come back, but they're manageable and easy to deal with."

"What if one day they're still walking good enough to get mutagen or superpowers, and decide 'hey, I can break steel, how about turtle shells'?" Raph asked in a sarcastic voice.

"Then we get to name them!" Mikey shouted. "They keep naming themselves. At this rate we'll get something worse than the Vulture."

"Let's just hope the Purple Dragons stay in their d-list category." Donnie pointed out with a groan.

"D-list?" Leo asked.

"Category of supervillainy. E-list is your nameless crook, D-List is your named crook, C-List is that guy with skills and minor powers but are easy to beat, B-List is when we cross into Super-villains with powerful gadgets and or abilities, and A-List is the biggest of bads." Spider listed off. "Luckily we've had a small handful of B-listers with no A-listers in sight so far."

"Mr. Murkami!" They all turned their attention to April, having slipped back in the building and helped the man up from behind the counter. "Are you alright? You didn't get too hurt back there, did you?"

"No no, I'm fine." The man smiled. "Thank you for saving me, Peter-san."

The boy panicked. "I-um-are you talking about that somewhat famous photographer kid?" He asked in a deeper voice.

"Yeah, that famous wimpy noodle armed kid with a camera." Raph took the chance to jab the web head, even with the elbow to the chest from said vigilante.

"Don't worry, Peter-san, I won't tell a soul about your heroic exploits, or the fact you and April-chan hang around giant turtles that know ninjutsu."

"We are …" Leo desperately looked around. "Cosplayers?"

"Again, I live in a world without sight." The man coily smiled. "I have other senses that I use daily. Which includes smelling turtles … and the sewers."

"I could have sworn I washed this thing like, ten times this morning." Peter grumbled.

"Allow me to treat you to any dish you wish, as thanks for saving me." The man smiled, moving behind the counter.

The four brothers looked to each other knowingly, having only one word on their mind. "Pizza!"

"Guys, this is an asian restaurant." April groaned. "He's not going to have..."

"Pizza Gyoza it is." The man smirked coyly as he took out huge balls of dough. "I've been waiting to use this recipe for a while.

"...This guy's good….too good." Peter looked to April, both of them sharing a slightly horrified face for some reason.

"What can I say, super taste equals super cooking." Marukami nodded with a chuckle.

"So what's a Gyropa?" Mikey asked.

"Gyoza, and it's a dumpling usually fried with pork and vegetables inside." Donnie explained.

"Deep fried pork was all I needed to hear." Raph nodded as they eagerly awaited the delicious smelling dish.

"Some people." April rolled her eyes.

"Hey, it could be worse. They could've been served turtle soup." Peter muttered.

'One kick, two kick, three kick, four. How long will this goon ask for more?' Xever internally questioned the incompetence of the Purple Dragon. "I mean seriously, it's just one store. In and out, no big deal." He complained as he knocked the teeth out of the weak leader.

"It was …. The Spider …" Fong, the so-called leader of this pathetic gang he took over, tried oh so weakly to complain.

"You were inside, keeping it quiet, but you let a couple of kids go out instead of keeping them tied up in the back." Xever complained. "This is all on you pathetic, idiotic lot." He sighed as he moved back, wiping the blood off his leg. "Is this what it's been like for you and your own gang of wimps?" He turned to Bradford. The two of them couldn't be any more different and have tried killing each other on multiple occasions, but he felt the hazbin celebrity could relate.

"You have no idea. Practically everyday I'm met with some overeager punk claiming they can take on the world, yet go crying home once I punch them in the face. I swear this generation knows no discipline." It was less discipline and more lack of spine. "The ones that do stick around don't quite understand the concept of 'stealth' either."

"Ninjas, don't make them like they used to." Xever rolled his eyes. "Now, is there anything else you want to report before I go back to taking off your jaw?"

"... Turtles … came by …" Fong weakly let out.

"Did they now?" Xever raised an eyebrow in surprise. This gave way to an interesting route for success. "Bradford, how is our … clientele, in bringing us a new powerhouse?"

"Slow and tedious. Getting test subjects apparently is the easy part, just picking any criminal gutter rat. We can't expect something of the 'super' variety for at least another week." Bradford rolled his eyes.

"But can't you beat them up with your double fisted beard?" …. He kicked Tsoi through a window after he spent a second to process that.

"Why did I take control over these idiots?" Xever grumbled.

"Because you came from these idiots?" Bradford pointed out with a cocky laugh.

"I may be from the streets, but back in Brazil, I was robbing banks when these street punks were robbing candy stores. I didn't just run my territory, I ruled, and I made sure everyone knew it." He crawled his way out of the shadows with everything he had, even when he's barely gotten by on the skin of his teeth.

Xever had only made one mistake in his life, but it gave him an opportunity, one he'd take no matter what. Now to show that he belonged. "So … the little band wants to play heroes … then let's spin our own little web." He turned to the beaten up and bloodied Fong. "Where exactly did you say you saw these giant freaks?"

"By–By this old noodle shop…Murakami's.." Fong managed to speak, spitting out a tooth as he did.

"Then let's pay the man a visit …" Xever smiled. "One he'll never forget." He sent deadly glares to the rest of them. "Now get out of here before I decide to replace my training dummies." The instant scattering of the morons in absolute fear never failed to entertain him, leaving just him and the bemused Bradford left in the room.

"Not as easy as it looks." The man snarked.

"Oh I'm sorry, we all don't have cheap 90's nostalgia to bring in more muscle, or are you just sore that last time you got your keister handed to you by a giant Tortuga and a man in spandex?"

"Last I checked, the man in spandex was focused on you in that fight."

"But I wasn't the boss's number one student, am I, the one that failed when he promised he wouldn't oh so many times." He snarked right back.

Bradford growled, looking out of the window in silence. "… Would you do it?" He asked after a while.

Well, that wasn't vague in the slightest. "Do what?"

"Become like those freaks for the chance of power?" Bradford continued to keep his back turned. "My master has always taught me to prepare for the unexpected, no matter how obscure or uncanny it may be. Now we live in an age where giant lizards roam the street and men can shoot lightning out of their fingertips. How long until skill and blades become irrelevant?"

Xever thought about it for a moment, before chuckling. "My comrade, we may live in an age where someone can regrow limbs and shoot out webs … but there is one thing that always remains." He grinned. "The weakness of the soul." Spider or turtle, man was man, and a faint heart and mind always existed in anyone idealistic enough to call themselves a hero.

Raph growled as he tr

ied nailing the training dummy to the ground once more, even if it kept bouncing back up like a moron! "Stupid, stupid …"

"How is that thing still in one piece after all this time?" Spi-Peter asked. To think he just got used to not seeing the web-head's real face this whole time. Kind of a shame, now Raph couldn't make as many 'ugly face' jabs…he still would, but it would be off the mark a little.

"Stuffing my face isn't the only thing I'm good at….although right now it's the only thing I want to do with these little things." Raph couldn't blame his little brother for that one, the Pizza Gyoza was like heaven forming on his tongue. "Perfectly fried pepperoni with evenly baked dough, a subtle cheesy texture mixed between everything, and the marinara soy-sauce is just mwah!"

"I will admit, these are pretty great." Leo took a bite of his own Gyoza. "Murkami is amazing at his work."

"To think, something so odd could be so fascinating and delicious, blending two seeminlyg different cultures together to make something beautiful." Donnie grinned as he took another bite. "Gives you hope for things in life."

"I'll protect my palette and stick to normal potstickers." Peter shrugged as he hung from the ceiling. "What's got you in such a twist, Raph? Pretty sure you cracked at least one of their skulls earlier, that usually satisfies you."

"Not when it's a gang of creeps stooping so low as to beat up a blind mind for money." Raph continued to beat the stuffing out of the dummy. "Aren't you all about throwing people like that in jail or something? How could you just let them go after a few light hits?"

"Yeah, their bottom of the barrel crooks, and I don't feel sorry for beating them up, but people like them…they're just cowards underneath all that tough talk. Half the time all I need to do is show my shadow and they run with their tiny purple tails between their legs." Peter jumped from the ceiling. "Anything more than their hands webbed to their butts is overkill."

"Well maybe if we went overkill once in a while, they wouldn't come back for more." Raph pounded his fists. "Do you ever think the reason they don't stop is because we aren't doing enough?"

"Hey, don't be a Frank Castle." … Everyone stared in confusion, the human boy sighing. "Former cop, his family was killed in a mob war, killed two hundred men in one week afterwards, and is now serving his sentence in prison." The guy sounded like a hardass badass.

"Look, I'm not saying slice and dice every mook and goon on the streets, I'm saying that when the chips are down, we can't afford to be soft on anybody." Raph affirmed to everyone. "There's only one language criminals speak." Raph growled.

"Chinese?" Mikey asked dumbly.

"I actually tried quipping at them in Chinese, but all I got were confused looks that day." Peter deadpanned with a somewhat serious voice.

"You know chinese?" Leo asked.

"If you want to yell at people to run out of a burning building, you have to memorize a lot of phrases in a lot of languages." These morons got too lost in their own heads sometimes, they lost focus WAY too easily.

"I was going to say fists." Raph groaned.

"Do they speak feet too?" Mikey asked, raising his foot in the air.

He held back a scream. "Yes Mikey, feet too."

"Then they'd be bilingual." He was gonna get Donnie after this.

"Unless you count fists and feet as dialects of a full body language rather than an actual language." How could such a big nerd be so DUMB most of the time?

"You're all missing the point!" He shouted with rage.

"Or this is another lesson for you to learn, Raphael." Everyone shut up as Master Spliner walked into the room. "To show mercy isn't a sign of weakness, but a sign of one's true strength."

"How is mercy showing strength?" Raph asked. It was essentially giving up.

"Because it takes a lot of strength to hold back when someone deserves it." Peter spoke in a weirdly bitter tone. "Any immature manchild can lose themselves to their emotions when everything goes wrong. That moment when you have them in a corner, there's a choice, to either be exactly like them, or to be better."

"It is as Peter says." Splinter spoke as he walked up to Raph. "When a man shows kindness, kindness will follow. When a man shows malice, malice will follow. You must be one who does not succumb, you must rise above violence and show mercy to enemies, even if they do not deserve it in your eyes."

"But…it's an old blind man they're beating up, they're asking for war.."

"An old 16th century damaio once said, 'In times of peace, we must not forget the possibility of war, but in times of war, we must not forget the possibility for empathy and compassion."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to say 'forget the possibility of peace'?" Leo asked like the dork he was.

"Peace is a state of being only achieved once one is capable of showing empathy and compassion, they're difficult skills, as previously mentioned, that do not come easily. For example.." Splinter gave him no time to prepare as Raph was tripped by his staff, and almost knocked on the head if it hadn't stopped a centimeter before contact. "I could've given you a concussion right now to drill the point into you, but I showed mercy. Are you not grateful for that?"

Raph looked away. "Yes Sensei." If master Splinter was so keen on enforcing the lesson, then maybe there was some merit to listening to it, no matter how much he didn't want to.

"Guys!" April came into the room, panting in worry. "Trouble."

"Oh no, was Murkami out of Pizza Gyoza?" Raph felt somewhat justified in hitting Mikey up the head.

"No, the shop was wrecked, and the Purple Dragons left a note stuck to the wall." April presented a sheet of paper.

Peter webbed the note into his hands and began reading it outloud. "If you don't want to see the old man's insides spilled all over the streets of Manhattan, your four tortugas will come to the top of the old fortune cookie factory and surrender your shells to the Foot. Signed, Xever' … So what, we're dealing with a Spanish gamer?" Peter asked.

"Stop kidding around!" April shouted.

"It's how I cope!"

"I knew mercy was a bad idea!" Raph shouted. "Look where it got us!"

"There's no time to think about what we didn't do, right now we focus on what we can do." Leo pressed his foot down. "The note mentioned the Foot, which means Bradford."

"Yeah, I remember he had a partner, the Brazilian with the leather jacket." Donnie rubbed his head. "His kicks were hard as shell."

"So if they're partners, then we take a page out of Raphs book." Leo stated. "A hostage for a hostage."

"Tread carefully my sons. This is a narrow rope you walk on now." Master Splinter spoke up. "You can't let this Xever bring you down a path you can't return from."

"Don't worry, I'll keep them in line if it gets too intense." Peter waved off as he put his mask on. "April, stay here, we've got this."

"And here I thought we were done with leaving me out of it." The girl grumbled crossing her arms.

"Well you could always walk up to the ninjas that pride themselves on secrecy and information knowing about your civilian face." Spidey pointed out. "And then you know, hit them with the half trained Kunoichi kick."

"Just because you're right doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Don't worry, it doesn't take much to knock Donnie on his shell, so you'll be ready for that in like a month." Raph snickered. "Okay, enough talk. From here on out, no more mister nice turtle."

Fong waited with the others on the rooftop of their hideout , playing dice with their captive. "And that's a seven, you win man."

"Wow, it seems luck is on my side." The tied up man chuckled.

"Dude, he's blind, you don't need to tell him he was right." Sid rolled his eyes. Seriously, just because they were thugs, that didn't meant they had to be degenerates.

"Remind me why we hang with you again?" Tsoi asked. Honestly, the guy was just a huge dick.

"Because we spent three years hanging in around the same cell and I didn't shank you two when I was told to." Right…well, when you lived at the bottom of the barrel, there wasn't much you could complain about, and that included the company you kept.

Shink

And not to mention the only other form of company on that rooftop was Xever … who was cutting line after line into the stone roof. "Keep it together man … just keep it together …" That was a man that would shank them all, it was just a matter of before or after he kicked their spines in.

Fong idly rubbed his jaw, wincing at the pain. "You know, Dit Da Jow is perfect for an external injury." Their captive told him. "I could show you where to find some cheap, if you free me."

"Do anything of the sort and I'll rip out your rib cages and carve them into whittling knives." Xever said evenly with that creepy and fierce demented smile of his.

"We're not THAT dumb." Tsoni complained back. "Just sit tight old man, once we have those masked freaks, you're off the hook."

"Well, maybe a rib cage for the whole 'not paying us' thing, but for the most part yeah." Sid agreed.

"Gee, you really know how to treat a fella." Murkami mumbled evenly.

"Gah!" Xever shouted. "What's taking that moron so long, he should have been here by now!"

"Hey, Xever!" They turned, the four turtles standing there, with Spider-Man, and someone on their backs.

"Finally, I was starting to think I went too small. Perhaps setting fire to a kindergarten would speed things along next time." Xever immediately smirked. This guy could give the boogeyman lessons in terror.

"Wow, and here I thought you had some measure of morality." The vigilante rolled his eyes. "My mistake."

"Let the man go, and we'll kick your butts!" The orange one shouted.

"Why would they let him go from that?" The purple one asked.

"If you don't, we'll kick your buts super hard!"

"Tempting offer.." Xever looked like he legitimately thought about it. "Eh, I like it when my prey gets a little fiesty." The man brought the blind man closer to him and waved around a knife. "The ball is still in my court, Tortuga."

"A knife to the throat?" Asked the blue one. "Isn't that a bit brutal?"

"Well the original plan was to just toss him off a roof top … then I remembered that the Spider-Man swings in with webs on a regular basis." Fong made himself look away, not wanting to see the old man's face as he was gutted. Knocking an old man down was one thing, killing them when they were down was another. There was no money to exploit if they were dead….and death was bad or whatever.

"Shoot, and here I thought I was dealing with a moron." The spandex man sighed. "Raph, I believe this is your territory."

"Finally, we get to my favorite part." The red one took the body they carried and brought it to the edge of the roof. "Let the man go, or he drops." The turtle pulled back a mask, revealing … a gagged Bradford.

Alright, this was a tense situation. A casual trade should- "Drop him." Xever said with no hesitation.

"…Wha?" The purple one looked in shock, as well as the rest of them at the cold nature of this maniac. "But he's your partner.."

"Have you never heard about the Foot?" The man laughed. "If you fail, you deserve death. Bradford already did it once, he was just lucky enough to simply be given a demotion under my leadership." Xever explained. "If he was weak enough to get caught by you all, then he really doesn't deserve to live at all."

That was so messed up. Was THAT the kind of people they worked for now? Are all of them just as ruthless and psychotic as Xever?

"I'm not bluffing, I'll do it.." The red one said, keeping Bradford close to the edge, having eyes of fear and doubt.

"Go ahead." Xever smirked. "That will rid you of a deadweight if you try to fight us anyway." Psychopaths, they were all psychopaths.

The red one looked back at Bradford and Xever, clearly uncertain about what he should do. "I…I.." He was stopped by Spider-Man putting a hand on his shoulder, giving him a silent but firm shake of the head. "... Grah." He dropped his weapon.

"There we go … stand over there. Let the boys chain you up. I see anything I don't like, the roof runs red." Xever let a little cut form from his blade against the man's throat.

"Damn it." The one in blue, the one that stopped him from being turned into paste earlier tonight, grumbled as they all made their way to the corner of the roof. Fong began chaining them up, making sure they were locked up tight in their own bindings, signaling with a nod.

Xever whistled as he walked up to the gagged Bradford and cut him loose. "How could you be certain they were bluffing?"

"I wasn't. A cornered animal is capable of anything. Count yourself lucky they hadn't been pushed to the edge yet." The man shrugged. "Separate them, we need to make sure who we're bringing to Shredder, and who doesn't see the sunrise."

This gave Fong time to think. He had made his bed in life.. He chose to be a criminal, and he was certain he would die one as well. He had little reason to change, and if he ever did, Psychos like Xever wouldn't hesitate to eat him alive.

But that didn't mean he had to be completely happy with it. "Use the blue one, he's their leader." Fong separated that one from the rest of the gang, slowly walking towards the discarded weapons on the ground.

Spidey needed to time this just right. If he was a second off, Xever would cut the man's throat, and someone as nice as Murkami didn't need to be lost to the world. As soon as he had a clear shot, and there was enough distance, he'd break out of the chains (Has no one seen him catch a car?), shoot a line, and pull him and Leo back.

After that it would be creating a barrier long enough to free the turtles, let them kick but while he brought Murkami to safety, then swing back up and teach Xever a thing or two … what was with the last two days and really horrible people he needed to punch? Maybe Raph was rubbing off on him.

The first time he ever felt like this was on … that night. That night when everything in his life changed. Whether for the better or for worse was still up for debate.

He swore to make up for what he did that day, to be a man that Uncle Ben could be proud of … was this what Uncle Ben would've wanted him to do? Swinging around on rooftops, getting cornered by d list crooks while an innocent man gets his life threatened?

He had done good, sure … but maybe Raph had a bit of a point about the whole 'not being soft' thing. People like Xever and Bradford NEEDED to be stopped from hurting others. Not through death … if he could stop himself from doing it to him, then he could stop himself from doing it to these guys. But, if they weren't going to be arrested anyway …

He didn't have time to focus on that, right now he needed to focus, Leo was separated, which means pulling him back at the same time as Murkami. He looked over to the turtle, Fong standing next to him.

The three turtles next to him were more struggling to keep still, which actually worked to show a facade of helplessness. Bradford's attention was on them, with Xever still being too close to Murakami. Peter didn't care what ancient ninja bs they had in their heads, they were human, and that means they would hesitate. If he wasn't worried about annoying Xever too much with that knife so close, he'd just quip his way out of the situation.

So all he needed was a distraction, something to shift the tides and make him look away. The taser webs were in prototype, and melted the plastic nozzle on the edge and ruined his web shooters on launch. And the web grenade was too large scaled, he'd web up everyone with that.

"Damn it." He quietly whispered. Raph was right. They shouldn't have been easy earlier, and now they were all so helpless. If only they had the chance to get…

"Aha!" Leo suddenly burst through his chains, with one of his swords in his hands.

"What the-" Spidey didn't give Xever a second to breathe, extending his arm as the chains snapped like they were string, swinging a line to Murkami and pulling him back.

"You could have broken out this whole time!?" Donnie shouted the moment the man was in the safe space next to them.

"You're the one who calculated my strength, why are you surprised?" Spidey asked as he shot a barrage of webs to act as cover, reaching over and snapping the turtle's chains with a tight grip.

"For once I'll choose to complain later!" Raph shouted as he charged right into Bradford, not giving him the chance to properly react to anything.

"Alright mister, let's get you down to the ground." He lifted up Murkami.

"Make sure to not look down." Mikey stated, before pausing. "I mean, don't listen down." Sometimes it was hard to fight the urge to not knock the young turtle in the back of the head.

He reached the ground, gently freeing the man. "Are you gonna be alright?" He asked with concern. It was his fault he got caught up in this mess after all.

"I'm perfectly fine, Peter-San, it's not the rockiest rodeo I've ever been a part of." The blind man laughed heartily. "It's not even the only time I've been in the middle of a fight with ninja's involved. Point for the future, never open a noodle shop in Hell's Kitchen."

Well, that was something to be concerned about at a later date. "Alright then, make sure to get home safe and lock up." Peter tensed his legs. "I don't know if they'll try and come back for round two." And sprang up to the roof, surveying the new layout of the fight.

A fighting that was thankfully going in their favor for the most part. Mikey and Donnie alone could handle the three stooges that made up the Purple dragons, leaving Raph matching blow for blow with Bradford while Leo dealt with Xever, who seems to be just as light on his feet as Fancy Dan.

All that was missing was Spidey doing what all spider's do best: being a general pest and nuisance. "Hey Xever, I heard bazilians dance with their feet, does this count as a tango?" He asked, sticking to the ground with his hands as he delivered a few power kicks.

"Still as quippy as ever, my creepy crawly pain in the neck." Xever counted, using his legs to block each kick, occasion trying to dig those knives he carried into his back

"Well crawly is accurate, but creepy from you is even worse than the pot calling the kettle black." Spidey pushed back harder, now sanding as he grabbed the man's leg, swinging him into a wall.

"Do we really have to go through this again? What, it wasn't embarrassing enough that you guys got your butts whooped the last time?" Raph smirked as he punched Bradford into Donnie, who tripped him into the same wall while knocking Sid over the head.

"Do you really think we're going to stop just because a couple of freaks got lucky with some electricity last time?" The washed up actor asked while trying to run up and deliver a few hits of his own.

"Electricity and water." Mikey laughed as he extended his nunchucks to grab a leg of a nearby water tower, the one that was on top of where Xever and Bradford were standing. "Though I think only one of those is required here. Timber!"

The tower fell over to its side, and a huge wave of water washed over the two, flushing them off of the roof.

The Purple Dragons looked at the two bosses, still being flushed down into the alleyways, then at the turtles, before running down the fire escape. "That'll show them." Raph growled out, pounding his fists together. "How'd you even get your sword back Leo?"

"He kicked it over." They all turned to Leo. "My sword, Fong brought it over to me."

Spidey stared at the turtle for a second, feeling a grin work its way under his mask. "Kindness … brings kindness."

"Okay, so mercy is alright, sometimes." Raph relented. "Don't expect me to be buddy buddy with them next time we cross their ugly mugs though."

"Wouldn't dream of it pal." Spidey laughed with a nod. "That's my friendly neighborhood guarantee." Making people better than they were before … yeah, this is what Uncle Ben would have wanted.