Splinter said the words you'd been waiting for as soon as the match ended. "Michelangelo, Y/n." You'd been waiting on this particular call for a few different reasons.
Mikey was high energy. He fought wildly, well, and without too much thought. He would provide you with entertainment.
A challenge.
You'd figured them all out. It was pretty easy. You'd most likely win against Mikey as well, you thought, but it might be a little more... equal.
You grinned as you met him out on the mat. He gave you a playful smile back, twirling his nunchucks. "Alright babycakes, think you can handle all of this?" He motioned to himself. Your arm throbbed frond the new injury, but you shook it off and focused.
You gave a curt nod and prepared yourself, wooden weapons in hand. You said something he didn't quite catch in your own language. Whatever you'd said, your voice had dropped into a lower pitch, and it made his eye ridge move upwards.
When it was signaled by Splinter for the both of you to start, it was a lot of just circling around each other. Mikey was cracking jokes as he thought of them, and you played innocent, silently stalking him.
When there was an opening, you finally made a move realizing Mikey wouldn't. Of course, this resulted in a lot of dodging and teasing. He was trying his best to be careful, allowing you to make your moves first so he could see what you brought to the fight.
When Mikey dodged you again, he finally swung his nunchuck, the end wrapping around your arm and jerking you forwards. You stumbled, then ran along with it before planting your feet, grabbing the chain, and doing a twist to unwrap it. You lost one weapon in the process.
Because the chain had wrapped so tightly you could feel a familiar throbbing on your forearm once you got free, but quickly shook it off. It was fine. You'd had worse.
You muttered curses under your breath, rushing forwards again, doing your best to dodge the chain that flew at you multiple times, doing a flip once you got close enough, and shot to your feet from your knees, wooden sword nearly at his neck when his chain had caught it.
Before you could blink you were no longer in possession of your wooden weapons and flew backwards onto the mat. You arched your back and tried to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you, hurrying to flip over and get back into your feet.
But you fell back onto your knees, gasping.
Once Mikey realized you'd actually gotten hurt, he moved forwards to help you. "Shit, sorry Angel, you okay? I didn't mean to hit you that hard."
You waited until he got close enough, and when he knelt downwards, hands out to touch you, you quickly rolled onto your feet, standing equal to him, real blade in hand.
The movement had startled him onto his butt, and a hard kick to the chest caught him off guard enough to go onto his back. Swiftly, you'd jumped onto his front, a yell escaping you as you brought down your sword and stabbed the mat directly beside his face.
You lingered.
You watched his shocked eyes. The slight bit of fear within them made your blood pump. He was prey. You could've killed him right then, but you hadn't.
"Not so smiley now, huh?" You watched his fear turn into a more relaxed expression. You'd spoken in english, a phrase you'd heard Raph say once before. You stayed hunkered down, peering down at his face for a second longer then stood, pulling your sword from the mat and sighing as you left him be. Your hand rubbed at the sore spot on your back as you made distance between you.
