Defining Battle

The brothers stared each other down, eyes narrowed and bodies tense, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

There would be No going easy, No holding back and No mercy. Not this time. It was to be a defining battle and none of the four turtles were planning to lose this one.

Their eyes were filled with determination and a competitive streak, the fire in them challenging to a whole another level.

They shared a narrow-eyed glare and at the exact same moment, they pounced to attack.

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Casey was heading to the lair to meet his friends, excited to tell them about the basketball game that was going to be aired that night. Raph had been looking forward to it for weeks but didn't know when it would be played, since either Mikey or Leo had kept hogging the TV most of the day and they had patrol at night.

But it didn't matter now as Casey was gonna tell them about it and the others wanted to watch the game too so it was gonna be a fun surprise for all the turtles.

The entrance of the lair finally came into view and the teen sped up to reach the turnstiles, thinking about all the fun they were gonna have. He leaned his hockey stick bag beside the entrance and jogged in.

"Drop whatever you're doing, dudes. As Casey Jones is finally here."

He was expecting Leo's polite greeting, Raph and Mikey's teasing and Donnie's discontent at his presence; not a multitude of arguing voices which inter-mingled so much that it became hard to tell them apart.

"Uh... guys?"

He finally gazed towards the source of noise and saw that the turtles were rolling around in a ball of scuffle, creating an unusually incredulous sight.

"What the heck?!"

He was ignored as the ball rolled past him once again, his friends looking more like cats instead of turtles and he tried to locate their rat sensei, thinking that he'll be able to explain this- this... Thing! to him.

But the ninja master was nowhere to be found, probably having left the lair for some peace and quiet.

"Yo dudes! What's going on?" Casey yelled to catch their attention, to no avail. He even tried calling their names but the turtles ignored him like he wasn't even there.

He mustered up his loudest voice in a last ditch effort and released it.

"GUYS!"

There was no acknowledgement from the turtles and with an agitated groan, Casey decided that it wasn't worth it.

They weren't going to listen anytime soon, anyway.

He sighed and plopped down on the couch, his eyes landing on the open box of pizza where just one slice was remaining. The boy shrugged, picked it up and took a bite from it, grabbing the remote and switching the channel to the basketball match. He ignored the crashing noises caused by breaking of something fragile and focused his attention on the TV, taking another bite of the delicious snack.

In the background, the battle continued; all of the boys' ninja skills thrown out the window as they fought to claim the last slice of pizza.