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We first find the turtles on a random rooftop fighting some Foot soldiers. As usual, beating them was easy. Weirdly enough, they haven't been much of a challenge lately. Raph was having a blast and was pretty disappointed when they ran out of opponents to beat up.
"I could do this all night!" Raph declared, punching more Foot ninjas. But then he noticed that they were all beaten. "Aw, man."
"Raph," Leo said playfully. "If you keep breaking your toys, we're not gonna buy you new ones."
"Dude, it's like we just cleared a video game on easy." Mikey remarked.
"Mikey, if Master Splinter has taught us anything, it's that real combat is not like a video game."
"Hey, coins!" Donnie said in the background.
"The Foot Soldiers haven't been much of a challenge lately. I wonder why."
"Well, maybe we're just that awesome." Raph spoke confidently.
"That sounds right."
"You know who I'd hate to be?" Sam asked the room. "The poor sap who has to tell Shred-Head about this."
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A Kraang brain sat in the corner, trapped in its broken droid, as it watched Shredder viciously punish Dogpound for the recent failure. There's the poor sap! The dog mutant grunted on the floor as Shredder loomed over him angrily.
"You promised me an army of the best, most lethal ninjas in the world. But the turtles have decimated them." He unsheathes his tekko-kagi. "The ones left are hardly worthy of wearing the emblem of the Foot."
"I can find more soldiers." Dogpound said, bowing his head. "Just give me time."
"No more time!" Shredder shouted. "I need more soldiers! I need better soldiers! And I need them NOW!" Dogpound had to slide out of the way as his master stabbed a hole in the wall.
"But that's impossible!"
Shredder glared at Dogpound, but then noticed the Kraang watching from the corner. "Hmm. Perhaps not. Perhaps there is a method for building an army of Foot soldiers powerful enough to destroy those turtles once and for all. A method we shall steal from the Kraang."
What drastic lengths was Shredder willing to go to at this point?
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Later, the turtles were spying on TCRI from a nearby rooftop. They had been there for a while, and there hasn't been any sign of movement. Raph was annoyed by the lack of activity... and by Mikey bouncing his little ball out of boredom.
"Alright, guys, let's pack it in." Leo said. "Nothing's happening."
"I was afraid this day would come." Raph followed. "We've run out of butts to kick." Then he spin-kicks Mikey's ball off the roof. "Hey!"
Leo looks down where the ball went and notices something. "Wait. Maybe not." They all look down and see a single Foot ninja hiding in the shadows.
"Foot Clan!" Sam whisper-yells.
"I don't get it." Raph said, confused. "Just one guy?"
"Maybe they only need one guy." Mikey answers. "Maybe this guy is the meanest, baddest, most deadly ninja we've ever seen."
Actually, he couldn't be more wrong. Now that he was closer, they realized this ninja was rather chubby and unbalanced on his feet. He tried to jump up to an open window but was failing to pull himself up into it.
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Hamato Samurai
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