A purplish hue filled the night sky of New York City as two objects fell through the large gaping Vortex that shimmered with unnatural light. The smallest of the two nimbly landed on their feet as they watched the larger object stumble off the edge of the building before slamming down to the streets below. Quickly rushing over, they watched as the larger object revealed itself to be a large reptilian figure that let out pained roars while clutching onto a crystal of some kind that glowed the same hue of color similar to that of the portal. The observer watched as the gator-like individual let out a few more bellowing roars before charging off in some random direction and disappearing.
With the lizard gone, the spectator of the rampaging monster quickly turned their attention towards the flickering portal that immediately dissipated and evaporated into nothing. With the portal gone, a stranger wearing nothing but a white and gray tunic and pants let out a weary sigh of relief, raising a hand and grabbing hold of the hem of their hood with their four fingers and pulling it down, revealing their feminine yet rodent-like face with light brown fur and a white cream fur running down her chin and neck, shimmering beautifully in the moonlight. The rest remained unseen underneath her tunic. She turned her light brown eyes towards the city and looked at it for a long moment. It was absolutely baffling to look upon a city that she last saw on fire and being attacked by the interdimensional aliens called Krang. But here, there were no burning buildings, no massive robots running across the city, blasting people with mutagen, becoming unwilling mutagenic slaves to their new masters.
She couldn't help but close her eyes and stretch out her senses, just as she had done many times as a Kunoichi assassin and swordswoman. Flaring her nostrils, she could smell the city pollution, the exhaust of the vehicles, the sizzling scent of midnight food vendors cooking for those folks coming out of their 9 to 5 jobs. Her ears twitched, flinched, and moved, picking up various sounds from a young couple arguing to street punks in a rap battle. If she focused hard enough, she could hear the distant rumbling of overnight construction. She felt the vibrations from the pads on her paw-like feet of the city building she was standing on, an apartment building most likely, vibrating almost unnoticeably. Lastly, the cool wind, an early sign of the start of autumn, went through her summer fur, making her body slightly shiver. Despite the chill digging into her bones, it was a delight to her body.
"I'm home," she uttered as she raised her right arm and opened her eyes, looking at mask-like ribbons tied on her arm, all four of them. She placed her left hand over the rat ribbons on her arm and carefully ran her thumb between the four different fabrics of purple, red, yellow, and blue. Her thumb lingered on the blue much longer than the others, a slight spark of sorrow almost manifesting in her eyes until her ear flinched at the sudden humming sound that was all too familiar, causing her to grit her teeth in agitation.
Not wasting a single second, she ran off in the opposite direction where the sound was coming from, leaping over a few buildings before sliding down the fire escape of one building and immersing herself in the shadows within the alley she had chosen to hide in.
A few moments later, an invisible scout ship hovered over the alley, unnoticed by all except for those who knew how to see the scout ship. Despite the advanced technologies of the Krang, they had a few flaws. From afar, their cloak technology was unnoticeable, but the closer you got, the more easily one could see the rippling patterns within the stealth field that was incumbent around the ship, especially when moonlight passed through it. The ship did not linger too long, sending out a purplish beam down, scanning the vacant alleyways. Unfortunately, the ship's sensors did not pick up the mutant rodent that had swiftly ducked into the nearest dumpster just a few moments before the purplish scanner had concluded the area was clean, moving on slowly.
With the impending threat gone, she pulled her hood back up and began to fold her pinkish tail around her waist, almost like a belt, as she walked into the street, her inhuman identity remaining unknown to the passersby she came across. After a little while of wandering, she could see in the distance a motel. That's when she got the idea to rent out a room. But before she could even think about approaching, she needed money, something she did not have even before coming here. She brought her left hand into the small opening of her tunic and pulled out a small pouch that fit perfectly in her hand. The subtle sounds of rocks banging and grinding against each other could be heard as she opened it up and began to examine the contents inside.
Upon escaping to this dimension, she had ransacked a great number of things from the Krang. This was one of them, a collection of depowered power cell fragments that almost appeared to be like gemstones to anyone who didn't know their origins. In its depowered state, they were safe enough to be cut and ground. Taking one of the gems out between her index finger and thumb, she examined it. The gem was the same size as an average marble, with some rough edges here and there, but a fine example of what a diamond could look like. Dropping the gem back into the sack, she started wandering around and looking for the nearest jewel shop that she could come across.
3 hours later
She managed to find a jewelry store that didn't question the type of rocks that she was peddling. No IDs, no special written form, nothing. Just like the New York that she knew, no one cared so long as they weren't caught themselves. They'll sell or buy anything. Sure, the jeweler tried to undercut the value of the rocks, but she managed to get a decent lump sum of money that would last her for a long time.
As for a place to stay, the idea of renting out a motel for a day didn't appeal to her. On second thought, she went after one of the cheaper, more crime-oriented areas of apartments. All she needed to do was simply request one apartment at the desk of a lazy landlord who was busy yelling at a sports team that seemed to be losing against their opponents. She simply requested an apartment, and the man just handed her a form and a quest for a security deposit fee. Both she had done, and within a few seconds of the landlord grabbing hold of the form and not really paying any attention to her or the written form, he grabbed a spare key and tossed it towards her. Thanks to her ninja reflexes, she caught it and then proceeded to her new home, apartment 13.
As expected for being one of the lower-end apartment buildings, it was utterly filthy. Stains on the carpets, an ominous odor coming from the bathroom, spray paint graffiti on the walls, and a hole in one of the walls with what looked like a used needle. It was a crap place, but it kept her out of the cold, and she could spruce it up just a little while she tried to figure out what she should do from here in this undestroyed version of New York.
Heading to the foul smelling bathroom, she shed out of her clothes and undid the chest wrappings that hugged tightly against her bosom. She let out a contented sigh of relief with the liberating sensation of having her chest freed from those wrappings. She looked at the one scar on her chest that went in between her breasts. She placed a single clawed finger and lightly traced over the faded scar that still was prominent after years of having it.
A brief flash in her mind when she had first received it, when she had lost her husband and the injury that was dealt to her and the loss of blood that had cost her her child within her womb. She hated the shredder of her world then and still hated her now. She hoped she was amongst the dishonorable dead to be tortured for all eternity. Pushing those dark thoughts aside, she stepped into the somewhat clean shower and began letting the hot water cascade through her summer fur. There were no soaps available to clean her properly. All she wanted was to feel the soothing sensation of hot water running through her fur and lightly soothe the pains that she felt under the tender mercies of Krang scientists that poked, prodded, and delved into her unusual flesh. Again, she had some flashbacks when she was captured after the remainder of her new family to watch them die and her inevitable capture and the tortures that seemed unending until one of the more powerful mutants broke free from their confines and unleashed havoc, giving her the opportunity to escape alongside the mutated crocodile. She was able to recover many of her items that she had originally sheand the masks of her daughters and escaped through the portal into this living version of New York.
Before the water went icy, she stepped out of the shower, turned it off, shook her body, and got rid of the majority of the moisture out of her fur. She headed off into a room that was not as terrible and stinky in comparison to the rest of the apartment and sat into a meditative posture, closed her eyes, and began to rest while keeping herself at the ready for any hostile intrusion or interruption.
She did not know how long she actually slept like that. When she had to open up her eyes, the sun was already going back down. "I must have been that exhausted to sleep throughout the rest of the night and the majority of the day. Then again, those pink monstrosities did not allow me to truly sleep, too busy trying to unravel the mystery that was my body," she said to herself. As she got up, feeling strange as her legs and knees were in such a posture for that long period of time, she stretched her legs just to get the blood flowing. She did a few exercise techniques to get herself ready for a bit of exploration of her new city, to see whether or not it's the same city that she remembered or were there key aspects that weren't the same.
Putting on the same outfit that she had worn the other night, she opened up the window to her apartment, went down the fire escape, and ran into the heart of the city. When she was near one of the taller buildings, she started scaling them, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, looking for possible examples that could be obvious for her to tell that this was another reality. One of her daughters would often talk about other realities after enjoying a few of the sci-fi tapes of an old discontinued cartoon show that managed to find its way into the sewers somehow.
Everything appeared to be in its proper place. Buildings were named relatively the same from what she had heard from the few conversations of tourists, and if you know, facts of the world were still relatively the same. As she continued listening to several other conversations, the only thing that she had noticed was the money and the Statue of Liberty. The money itself had the face of a man instead of a woman, and the Statue of Liberty was a woman instead of a man from what she could see and tell. The current mayor was a woman instead of a man. Their names were relatively the same but slightly different. Instead of Alex, it was Alice. From founding mothers to founding fathers, that last one she found that tidbit of facts about a discarded magazine of the American historical tourist destinations.
If her most studious daughter was here, she would find this absolutely fascinating. But she didn't know how the rest would feel. The most mature of her daughters would find it just an interesting place to explore, while her laid-back child would wonder if pizza would taste relatively the same. Her hotheaded and headstrong daughter would most likely be trying to test the strength and metal of males here compared to female warriors, leaving herself to correct her daughter's eagerness for battle. Just that small thought of them brought a new pang to her heart that stung just as harshly when she had been stabbed by her hated foe before she had lost her humanity.
Pushing those thoughts and memories aside, she redirected her focus on trying to find any signs of Khrang in the city - one thing she didn't fancy the idea of being in a reality that was scheduled for conquest by her reality's conquerors. Since this reality mirrored much of her own, she went to the one building that would disprove or prove that they were here.
While she was hopping from rooftop to rooftop heading in the direction where TCRI should be in the city, her sharp ears picked up a scream and a cry for help. A lot like her daughter's, she could not and would not leave someone to their fate regardless of who or what they are.
An up-and-coming news reporter, Marley had decided to take a shortcut to her apartment building by cutting through the various alleyways in order to save time. A few of the homeless had blocked her path forward, with no way for her to escape.
"Please let me go!" she begged the group of men that were getting near her, near enough that she could smell the alcohol and other horrible smells but no one should smell like.
A balding man with a few too many scars on his face and neck chuckled, "Nah, I want a piece of your cake first and my boys don't mind taking sloppy seconds, maybe we'll let you go after that, maybe we'll slit your throat if you resist." The leader of these gang of homeless rapists pulled out a switchblade and began licking at the silver-like knife. His followers had similar grins and chuckled, seeing as the woman shrunk in on herself as she tried to make herself smaller, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't do what they were intending to do to her.
She let out a cry as the man with the knife grabbed hold of her hair while the other men grabbed hold of her arms, the cold sharp steel ripping and cutting through her blouse. "No, please, no!" she cried out in desperation as her blouse and skirt were ripped, revealing her pale flesh underneath and her black bra and panties.
"Wow, quite some sexy lingerie, I'll enjoy breathing it in long after we're done using you," the leader of the gang said cruelly as he brought the tip of his knife to begin lightly tugging and slowly cutting the intersection of the two cups of her bra, keeping her breasts covered. He was about at least one second away from cutting through it until he heard a heavy thump behind the gang of rapists.
All three men turned their attention to who had decided to drop by and disturb their little fun, and all they saw was a hooded figure in an unusual outfit that didn't have any gang-affiliated signs or identifiers of the type of brand of clothes that individual was wearing.
"I'm going to tell you once to move on and you may live long enough to find a better way of life. Refuse, and I will break all of your bones," Kunoichi's words came out gruff but still carrying the sense of feminine tones that were familiar to the group of men.
Pulling away from the frightened woman that he had his knife on, he directed it to the obviously disguised woman based on her figure and her voice. "Alright, I'm giving you this chance, get the hell out of here or we're going to use you just as we're about to use this bitch here. The only difference is, we'll gut you alive afterwards unless you're a lot prettier than we're going to keep you for a long while until we're bored with you," the rapist said boldly, twirling his knife in between his fingers as his followers chuckled at his idea of what he was going to do to this interloper.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, though. I've heard some would find humility and better appreciation when one's body is broken," she stated before moving at breakneck speed as she literally glided across the ground. She leaped forward at the side of the thug before twisting her body, knocking him on his ass before delivering a powerful drop stop onto his crotch and hearing the familiar two popping sounds of flesh rupturing as her first challenger went down like nothing, the man now curled up into a ball, vomiting from the intense pain while covering his ruined groin.
The two other men that witnessed their leader go down so easily were shocked by this, yet they did not want to simply run away either. It was a combination of alcohol, drugs, or just masculine stupidity; they would not back down to any woman, especially one that needed to learn her place. The two men, one of them having a crowbar, the other a lead pipe, charged with both weapons held high about to deliver a strike, only for their opponent to immediately disappear as she jumped into the air. When their eyes tried to follow her, she was gone, only for one of them to feel a chopping sensation in the back of their neck, causing that one person a great deal of vertigo before he felt a familiar pain that their leader had felt as another man with a ruined groin dropped to the ground. Instead of vomiting, he began yelling and cursing profusely at the intense pain, leaving the last guy, who immediately started to think with the vaguest semblance of common sense, and immediately turned and ran away.
"That was too easy. Maybe I'll find some foot around here that's decently trained. Break the rust," she thought to herself as she delivered a non-lethal kick to the head of one criminal. After, she turned to face the victim of this little attempted rape only to have her eyes filled with light as a camera flash temporarily blinded her. She managed to jump back, she was half tempted to simply draw and throw her kunai that she kept underneath her sleeve, only to wait until her vision had returned. Once she did, she blinked for a few moments before her eyes caught the woman who was nearly raped: a black, short-haired woman with pale skin, sharp eye features, and a very petite slim body. The woman was holding a camera that she must have dug out of her purse from the few hundreds of thousands of items, one which should have packed pepper spray or a taser.
"I'm sorry, I just need to capture you. It's not every day that we reporters come across an actual hero, especially female ones," she said, almost blushing at her near nakedness as she managed to keep her clothes held together despite being torn and cut.
Kunoichi Warrior simply bowed her head before throwing down a smoke bomb, making her instantly vanish. In her place where she once stood was a little note that the reporter looked at, went over, picked up, and read what was on it.
'You're welcome, but I would advise avoiding shortcuts. A city like this is filled with monsters like those. I would hate having to drop down every time you get into that trouble, misreporter.'
The woman who was nearly assaulted couldn't help but feel a loss in reporting a story of a new hero, and a feminine one at that, based on what she could tell of both the voice and the curves that she saw. By the outfit, it looked similar to the so-called reportings of ninja frogs that were going around. "Well, I could still report that someone got rescued by a mysterious ninja-like person in white, and as quickly as they came, they vanished," she thought to herself as she managed to keep her remaining clothes that were still somewhat torn together. She proceeded to walk towards where her apartment was, and thankfully she didn't run into anyone that would look at her current state.
Over on the rooftop, Kunoichi watched over the woman as she held onto her clothes and headed off where she wanted to go. The rodent ninja followed her for some time until she was at her apartment, then continued on her journey to find the answers that she sought. It did not take her long to find that dreaded building. TCRI building stood as a massive monolith for Innovation and Advanced Technologies that were being exchanged for certain materials for their Conquest. Even though most of said technology was being handed over to gangs and other unscrupulous individuals that weren't affiliated with governments or any agency, just individuals and tech fanatics that would provide instability and chaos.
"Where there is Darkness, there is light. I will find if the light hears the same as the one I help guide," she muttered to herself as she headed off in another direction, a familiar one when she used to patrol along with her daughters to show them how the city worked, where to go, and what to avoid.
The journey towards the hideout of this world's version of turtles did not take her long. Going down into the sewers and looking for the various secret signs that would help guide those part of her clan were simple enough to find. Small carvings that almost looked like simple scribbles, possibly from vermin if the said Vermin used kunai to carve the individual scratches. She immediately identified after running a finger over said markings and headed in that direction where it led and towards another marking. Before long, she managed to find herself in the lair that looked really similar yet incredibly different from the one that she used to live in.
Examining the large open living space, she couldn't help but have brief flashes of one of her daughters glued to the TV watching her favorite shows while the others were either listening to music, punching a human-shaped punching bag, or tinkering with some gadget that they managed to cobble together from junk and the occasional alien component. Pulling herself from her memories, she continued to look around, seeing this old place that was a mirror image of what her home was. She went towards the makeshift dojo, the same type that she had spent many years constructing when she had lost her humanity. Yet that small part of her that had remained helped create such a dojo that even her ancestors would be proud of.
sliding the door open, she saw the familiar old tree that this world's version of herself had planted. It grew incredibly fast and added to the peace and tranquility of what she tried to cultivate in her Dojo whenever she wasn't training her daughters in the ways of ninjutsu. Even the familiar soft carpets against her paws truly convinced her mind that she was home, as her other senses said just as much. But her real home was destroyed, the sewers were blown up, and every semblance of home was ruined. She had to forcefully remind herself of that fact.
She would have considered exploring a little more, but she did not want to run the risk of encountering her other self, whether they be similar or not to her current self. If they were like her, she could only assume that they were most likely meditating to take their worries away from knowing the fact that their students were out on patrol, where any danger could strike from the shadows. They had to believe in their abilities and in themselves that they had trained their students enough to come back home. Leaving the dojo as quietly as she had entered, she continued to depart from the lair until she heard familiar yet not so familiar boisterous laughing and conversation. A unique parody of the turtles that she had known, with more masculine forms, began flipping, jumping, and cartwheeling into the lair and talking about taking down a few of the Foot Clan members.
"I don't know, Donnie, you seem to be quite the foot magnet when you are playing with your little toys," Raph playfully teased his brother as he made his way towards his little punching bag, delivering a few blows to the chest and finishing up with a kick to the head.
Donnie grumbled a bit as he was still fooling around with the newest update that he had done to his new T phone. "Well, my little toys help us on our little patrol. You would be surprised what this little toy of mine can do if you actually bother not breaking yours every 5 seconds," he irritably stated as he put the final touch on the bug that was constantly annoying him with the interface of the phone's system. Unknown to him, his more hot-headed brother rolled his eyes.
'Come on, Raph, don't tempt the tech wizard. He might have your newest phone that you don't end up breaking blowing up in your face,' Leo spoke out in defense of their more technologically inclined brother, though it almost came out as a tease.
The only one that wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation of his brothers was Mikey. He was busy dancing with the latest music he had downloaded onto his T phone. "That's right, rock on," he said, reciting one of the various lyrics that were part of the song he was listening to as he danced around, paying very little attention to the few items that he knocked around. His mindless, playful self set off a chain reaction of things as one object knocked down another, causing a few things to bounce, fly, and cascade until one of the metal objects that flew through the air hit a nearby shadow. Instead of a sharp metal clang, there was a dull metal clang followed up with a grunt of pain.
All three turtles that had heard the sound were immediately alerted, with one of them, Raph, pulling the earbuds from Mikey's head to his brother's complaint and annoyance. Until he noticed how his brothers were prepared for battle, and a lot like them, he pulled out his nunchucks and started twirling them.
'Damn it, I was hoping to remain obscure for a while before having revealed myself, but this may be a blessed opportunity, one which I have not expected,' she thought to herself. She did not linger in the shadows for long as she stepped out, revealing herself and her white Kunoichi outfit, with her face obscured and the various parts of her body that could reveal anything covered.
The turtles had half expected that their sensei was hiding and about to do a surprise training to see if they could expect the unexpected. That was until the completely white-dressed Kunoichi with a hood obscuring her face emerged from the shadows. Without wasting any time, all four of them rushed in perfect sequence after the intruder.
Seeing all four turtles start to rush towards her made her feel nostalgic. She didn't take so much as a battle stance but rather tensed her back and leg muscles to avoid the first, second, third, and finally fourth attack with retaliatory strikes. Leo tried to use his katanas on her, only for her to simply throw him off balance by twisting him around and hitting his torso with the flat of her palm, sending him flying. Next was Raph, trying to skewer her with a pair of sai with his thrusts and stabs, only for her to step back with every lunging movement until she caught each of his arms, flipped him over, and delivered a kick that sent him spinning across the ground. Last was Mikey and Donnie, instead of formulating a plan, the most energetic one of the two screamed out his battle cry.
"BOOYAKASHA!" the orange turtle cried out, flipping, twirling, and striking with his nunchucks, which were quickly blocked. When the chain were extended, it was even easier for her to capture both chains and twist them into a knot before sending them back, tying up their owner within the chains.
Leaving one turtle left alone and without the support of his brothers, he let out his own battle cry, raising his bow staff and trying to bring it down on her head. She stepped to the side, avoiding it, followed by some hits and strikes towards her chest, abdomen, and head by the end of the staff. She countered with a strike at the center of her palm, causing both the staff and the wielder to shake from the sudden vibrations. While they were disoriented, she swept her legs low, knocking the purple turtle on his back. With a light kick to his abdomen, he started sliding across the floor, along with his brothers, who were now down for the count.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Though further training may be warranted," she commented on the overall skills that she had seen and found quite impressive. She would have said more if it wasn't for the fact that her ear caught the sound of fast-moving shurikens. Out of reflex, she tilted her head to the side, avoiding at least three of them embedded in the neighboring wall that she was near.
Splinter had heard the commotion and he had expected that his sons were just basking in their victory over one of the dregs of the Foot Clan. That was until he saw the intruder clad in white and moving with skills that he hadn't seen in a long time, not since the destruction of his clan and the rebirth of the Foot Clan in sheer martial skills. "Who are you and what is your business here?" he questioned the intruder, though he doubted he would actually receive an acceptable answer.
She couldn't help but stare at the male version of herself. If she could take a guess, he was taller than her by at least two feet. Either it was because of his inhuman body or other lingering effects of the mutagen. She was fairly taller than the normal woman, but he towered over most men. Her little examination quickly ended when he asked the question, and she felt obliged to answer him. "To answer who am I, there is one thing I can tell you now, and that is what I'm not. I am not your enemy, though I wish to be a friend. As for my reason for being here, that is a personal matter," she answered both questions. Then, she took on a fighting stance. It was far different from her stance when confronting the turtles, as she was now matching with an opponent that was similar to herself, possibly with the same movesets but probably a little stronger and with greater endurance. she would only know for certain after this little battle.
Seeing that familiar stance among the members of his own clan, amongst the Kunoichi, he took a similar fighting stance geared towards the shinobis. "I will not ask this again. Who are you?" His voice was more agitated, whether it was from the fact that this person took on a fighting stance always reserved for his clan or the fact that this person intruded upon his home and took down his sons like they were nothing. At least from what he could see, they weren't critically injured, probably humiliated, but nothing a little pizza couldn't help bring up their spirits.
"I will tell you after our little dance. The first one that delivers a blow is the victor," there was a bit of humor in her voice as she began walking to the side, and her opponent mimicked her movement as the two circled a distance from each other.
As the two continued with this circling of each other like magnets staying at equal distance from each other's range of effect one did not break eye contact from their body or the limbs that were moving into a few intricate fighting stances with their hands in arms.
as they continue to Circle the white garbed Kunoichi made a small circle over her person removing all the shurikens from the various hidden Nooks that she had on her person and began dropping them one by one behind her along with a few other weapons even some that would been difficult to hide. Master Splinter saw this and he understood what she was doing and like her he would honor her little request of no weapons he dropped several shurikens kunai and a small scythe with the discernment of both combatants a fairly sizable Circle was made leaving only two openings into the circle the two had stopped and stared at one another for a brief moment before both bowed and respect to one another after that both have rushed at each other into the circle.
she was impressed of her male counterparts move set that emphasizes power and speed over subtle finesse and she dodged from left to right avoiding his downward and sideways hand chopping motions while she returned her own strikes with the tips of her fingers aiming for his neck joints and other vulnerable areas once she even had to jump to avoid a spinning low kick from his leg and tail a lot like how she adapted her own movesets in accordance to her rodent form that she was obscuring for the benefit of her opponent to not change his style of fighting for an equally similar opponent to himself.
Splinter was surprised how skilled this Intruder was she was definitely a true Kunoichi possibly a matcher like himself with someone this skilled he would have suspect that she would brought her students to Aid her and they attack of his home and Sons but she came alone which made him Wonder if she was alone that her students were just waiting in the shadows until order to clean up what was left.
both opponents avoided getting the first blow perfectly not even when the possibility of blocking a strike was presented was accepted by both combatants as the pride of both Warriors did not want to Simply give an an easy victory for their opponent.
onto the side all four turtles quickly had recovered from their devastating defeat and watched as their master was battling against this intruder with a mixture of both all fear and a great deal of excitement as they have never truly watched their Master go all out during training and right now this was one of the very few moments they could truly watch him show off his Wicked moves even if it was just hand to hand.
" wow she's got some mad moves bro!" said enthusiastically as he continue watching the fight while also thinking about it perfect name for her based off her outfit and how nimbly that she moved
Donnie on the other hand had his hand underneath his chin examining the fight Blow by blow and trying to determine if the is Intruder was truly a Foot Clan member from what he had seen and what his t phone was examining when he had brought up the analysis app on the line to survey Her Moves shows a stark difference between a Foot Clan foot soldier and their own move sets.
" Go Master Splinter kick her ass!" Raph shouted from the side and support of their father and master.
the only one that wasn't examining or praising or commenting about the Battle thus far was Leonardo he sat down in the traditional Japanese style resting on his knees with both katanas at his side with both hands resting on the upper portions of his legs watching the battle and waiting for the opportunity to risk into the rescue for their master if the opponent Dishonored it by trying to kill their master even if he did not have the skills to face her he would rush in and Save their father even if it means suffering a few blows that will actually hurt.
avoiding another set of kicks and swipes from her opponent she had taken the moment and position to examine the family dynamic of the turtles that caused a slight ache in her heart but almost drained the enjoyment of facing a worthy opponent the same enjoyment that she could see in the eyes of of her counterpart. " think highly of you your sons do yes let's see how highly they think when I come after them next after I defeat you." she said threateningly pushing one of the various buttons that was a weak spot but she often found in herself when someone threatened her daughters and seeing the tightening of his eyes and the more Savage set of blows gave her the advantage that she was seeking with his fatherly protective instincts adding to his current rage.
As the two continued with this circling of each other like magnets staying at an equal distance from each other's range of effect, one did not break eye contact from their body or the limbs that were moving into a few intricate fighting stances with their hands and arms.
As they continued to circle, the white-garbed Kunoichi made a small circle over her person, removing all the shurikens from the various hidden nooks that she had on her person and began dropping them one by one behind her, along with a few other weapons, even some that would have been difficult to hide. Master Splinter saw this and understood what she was doing. Like her, he would honor her little request of no weapons. He dropped several shurikens, kunai, and a small scythe. With the disarmament of both combatants, a fairly sizable circle was made, leaving only two openings into the circle. The two had stopped and stared at one another for a brief moment before both bowed in respect to one another. After that, both rushed at each other into the circle.
She was impressed by her male counterpart's move set that emphasized power and speed over subtle finesse. She dodged from left to right, avoiding his downward and sideways hand chopping motions, while she returned her own strikes with the tips of her fingers, aiming for his neck joints and other vulnerable areas. Once, she even had to jump to avoid a spinning low kick from his leg and tail, adapting her own movesets in accordance with her rodent form, which she was obscuring for the benefit of her opponent to not change his style of fighting for an equally similar opponent to himself.
Splinter was surprised by how skilled this intruder was. She was definitely a true Kunoichi, possibly a match for himself. With someone this skilled, he suspected that she may have brought her students to aid her in an attack on his home and sons. However, she came alone, which made him wonder if she was alone or if her students were waiting in the shadows to clean up what was left.
Both opponents avoided getting the first blow perfectly. Not even when the possibility of blocking a strike was presented was not accepted by both combatants, as the pride of both warriors did not want to simply give an easy victory to their opponent.
On the side, all four turtles quickly recovered from their devastating defeat and watched as their master battled against this intruder with a mixture of fear and excitement. They had never truly watched their master go all out during training, and right now was one of the very few moments they could truly watch him show off his wicked moves, even if it was just hand to hand.
"Wow, she's got some mad moves, bro!" Mikey said enthusiastically, continuing to watch the fight while also thinking about a perfect name for her based on her outfit and how nimbly she moved.
Donnie, on the other hand, had his hand underneath his chin, examining the fight blow by blow and trying to determine if the intruder was truly a Foot Clan member. From what he had seen and what his T-phone was examining when he brought up the analysis app online to survey her moves, there was a stark difference between a Foot Clan foot soldier and their own move sets.
"Go Master Splinter, kick her ass!" Raph shouted from the side in support of their father and master.
The only one that wasn't examining, praising, or commenting about the battle thus far was Leonardo. He sat down in the traditional Japanese style, resting on his knees with both katanas at his side, with both hands resting on the upper portions of his legs, watching the battle and waiting for the opportunity to Rush into the rescue for their master if the opponent dishonored it by trying to kill their master. Even if he did not have the skills to face her, he would rush in and save their father, even if it meant suffering a few blows that would actually hurt.
Avoiding another set of kicks and swipes from her opponent, she took the moment and position to examine the family dynamic of the turtles, causing a slight ache in her heart but almost draining the enjoyment of facing a worthy opponent. The same enjoyment that she could see in the eyes of her counterpart. "think highly of you, your sons do. Yes, let's see how highly they think when I come after them next after I defeat you," she said threateningly, pushing one of the various buttons that was a weak spot she often found in herself when someone threatened her daughters. Seeing the tightening of his eyes and his more savage set of blows gave her the advantage she was seeking, with his fatherly protective instincts adding to his current rage.
She made a threat to his sons, and he partially began to see red. He was enjoying the battle; very few, other than his former brother, had the skills and strength to fight him. Then again, he did beat Oroku even while being enraged, just as he was entering his rage. A mistake he thought he had learned many years ago was now coming to haunt him as she tried delivering a slide kick to try to knock him onto his backside, which he adeptly avoided. He wasn't able to avoid the strike aimed for his throat by her fingertips, causing his head to reel back he had look of horror at that one instant that he thought he was about to die, only for the attack to not connect. 'Why was she hesitating?' he thought in his head for that brief instance before sending a quick jab towards her head with his fist. She withdrew and ducked, but he managed to catch part of her hood, not an actual contact on her person, but enough to reveal who this person was. He was shocked again, and by the looks of his sons, they too were shocked to see who was underneath the hood.
She was about to declare herself the victor, as she had her fingertips at his throat, only for him to not realize his defeat and tried striking her. She had to dodge his half-panic blow, which caused her hood to come off her head, revealing her rodent head. Her left ear, which had two gold ring earrings, twitched, hearing gasps coming from the four turtles. Her battle stance had dropped, and her posture became more relaxed. She had a sly grin on her muzzle as her brown eyes looked towards the turtles and the still stunned master of these four. "There is much to be explained, and I do believe it is only honorable to welcome a member of the Hamato Clan with guest rights, one of which I will accept and end further hostilities at this present moment in time by surrendering my weapons." She wasn't willing to go into the technicalities of who she was right now, but she was going to rely on the customs and traditions of her clan. Hopefully, this version of the Hamato Clan was relatively the same, along with the traditions of the rules and inner Clan laws in regards to guest rights.
Hearing her words and seeing her had send his head spinning, he had taught his sons many things about the clan's traditions, but not guest rights for extended or separate members of the clan. There had not been a division or branch member of the Hamato Clan in centuries; all of its distant relatives and members were unified by the Grand Master who preceded his own grandfather long after the Foot Clan was destroyed, and the foot Clan last remaining bloodline was discovered and brought into the fold to erase it and its entirety. "I accept your request for guest rights. My prized pupil will prepare the teas, all my other students will confiscate your weapons for the time being, and by my word and the honor of my clan, no harm shall befall you so long as you do not break guest rights." He spoke politely and respectfully, with his back straight and his gaze not leaving hers as he watched for any changes in her posture or demeanor. The only change he noticed was that her tail, which she had wrapped around her waist like a belt, unfurled and was now hanging low, similar to how he always allowed his tail to hang loosely to the ground.
"To one master to another, I thank you." She bowed her head and body respectively and walked in the direction that was gestured towards the dojo by her now host and not opponent. The deceptive, humorous, and playful Kunoichi was reveling in the surprise and shock that she was going to reveal to this Ninja Master of who she is. But as joyfully humorous as it was going to be, she couldn't help but feel the pain that she would also have to reveal what happened to her turtles, as their masks were still woven tightly around her right wrist, underneath her white sleeve, out of view from anyone.
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