The work of saving the world does not end even when you die

The eyes are the mirror of the soul. What do ours reflect?

The thick, long claws collided forcefully against the metal of a worn sword, seeking to destabilize its opponent, but the mutant turtle did not even blink.

The mutated dog would have to do much more to provoke a reaction in the hardened warrior.

Once again a frontal attack, sharp appendages seeking to tear the scales of the unknown soldier who dared to challenge them, avoiding a simple and quick robbery. He had no right to attack them like that and Razhar would teach him what happens to turtles, of any age, when they dare to meddle and play hero in his city.

Both fighters must be attentive and avoid the several piles of scrap that had become a group of robot ninjas that were sent to first attack the armored vigilante who dared to intervene when Razhar and his group knocked out the factory guards that They had been ordered to steal. It was a simple job ruined by a pale green idiot with no arm and a lousy pun who was strong enough to stand up to him and then some.

Thanks to him he had a lot of explaining to do and his boss would not be happy.

Not happy at all.

A movement from the unknown mutant turtle threw the mutated dog against a wall causing a terrified gasp from its companion; Bradford was never happy with the company, he knew that Stockman was a coward, most of the time, and a classified idiot at specific moments like this. He would receive no help from him. It's not that he needs her either, he was more than enough to take down the almost two meter tall mutant menace that loomed over him with a cold gaze of uneven colors. If he were a coward he would be shaking now that the ancient sword was pointed at his neck, but he wasn't and his threatening growl was proof of that, if he was shaking it was because of the adrenaline, nothing more.

The mutant turtle did not even hesitate, Razhar had experience intimidating beings like him, the sworn enemies of his boss always shuddered when the threatening growl emerged from between his fangs, he could see it clearly and enjoyed bringing terror to the young hearts of the damned reptiles that ruined his life, although they bravely faced him Bradford was sure that their presence plagued the nightmares of the younger ones. And how he enjoyed that knowledge.

Unfortunately, in front of him stood a figure who did not understand the message well and dared to be on an equal footing with him, who had the nerve to look down on him as if he were a fucking turtle god and he was nothing more than garbage to the to trample

I wasn't going to allow it.

With a powerful roar, the former martial master struck the sword with his claws, removing it from his neck and, although the tip grazed his fur, causing him to bleed, he launched himself against the muscular mass that kept him cornered.

— Don't you dare feel superior to me, disgusting turtle — the guttural roar that comes from his insides is destined to terrify his enemies, but it barely makes a dent in the attitude of the stranger in front of him who evades his attack without much effort — no. You are nobody, just an apparition from nowhere that does not mean a problem for us, you are as insignificant to Shredder as are the other turtles like you - an expression of surprise rests for a moment on the wrinkled face of the older turtle and Razhar knows that moved something inside the seasoned warrior, he found a weakness to cling to, a crack within his stoic attitude - my master will be delighted if I show him your severed head, he will surely use it as an ornament on the altar that he will make to your ridiculous family when I'm done with them.

A shadow obscured the taller mutant's face and Razhar barely had a second to regret his words before he felt the hairs on his body stand on end at the electricity that began to be felt in the air. Behind him the anguished wail of the almost forgotten fly-man only reaffirmed the terror that was beginning to brew in the mutant dog-man's chest. Contrary to what he thought, his mention of the other turtles and the threat implicit in the name of his boss did not produce the desired effect, it was not fear that kept the other mutant with his gaze lowered and his body tense. It was pure anger and the mutated former actor later realized that that anger was intended only for him.