Fallen... (Rpg in progress)

Sweat...
All over his body, running down his back, plastering his dark hair under the helmet to his head, making his skin itch under the metal armour...
Blood...
From a cut on his shoulder, soaking through the soft black cotton he was wearing, warm and sticky on his heated body, though cooling fast in the chilling night air.
And rage...
Boiling in his blood, forcing him to go above and beyond his bodily limits.

Why on earth was he doing this again?
Why on earth hadn't he done what he had intended to do... just guard the retreat of his warriors and then vanish into the night, a phantom, a shadow...

Because that was he was - a shadow warrior.
Shinobi.
Ninja.

But what sucked was the fact that his opponents were ninja as well... and after his men had left the dark alley, it was one against four.
Oh yes, he had dealt them a fair amount of damage as well, two of the damn freaks were bleeding as well as he was - the hothead and the quiet one with the bo.
But the other two were fit as a fiddle... and the injury had obviously merely enraged the hothead even more.

He was tiring... tiring fast and there was no way in hell that he could outrun them now.
Fighting was once more his only option.

The four were circling him, cautiously, like a pack of wolves would circle a wounded animal, that was yet too dangerous to be taken down... yet.
The two wounded turtles were able to recuperate a bit, while he was kept on his toes by the other two.
But who had ever said that life was fair?

"Come on, freaks..."
he taunted them, trying to lure at least the hothead into making a mistake.
"What are you waiting for? Do you need this old roadkill at your side to hold your disfigured hands and change your diapers?"

Mikko walked the dark streets, cigarette wedge between her pierced lips. her hands deep in the pockets of her over size hoddie. Under the black hoddie, laid hidden her daggers, still stained with the blood of her latest victim.she was still on the hunt, for money, food and drugs.

The dragon stalked the streets. her big grays eyes darting around searching, her long purple hair blowing in the light breeze. Her heavy boots scraped along the cracked pavement. and then there was a noise...

Mikko slowed her movements, walking slowly to the sound of the scuffle, She made it to where the noises and voices were coming from and peeked around the corner. It was dark and she couldn't make out exactly what was going on. She just knew it was a fight, and an unfair one from what she could tell.

Was the guy being attacked a fellow Purple dragon? Or just some unlucky joe that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unable to tell she slipped in the ally, staying in the shadows. she wasn't worried about being seen, or being attacked. why? Because she was a purple dragon, and no one dared fucked with the dragons. and she was hoping that after the fight who ever the victim was had something worth taking.

She was an opportune hunter and like a vulture circling above a dyeing animal...she waited.

The more Mikko watched the fight, the more things seemed out of the ordinary to her. Course, it could just be her hallucinating again. Damn it! She seriously needed her fix!

She quietly stepped closer, still making sure that she was out of site, every survival instinct in her tell her to just leave while she still could. But Mikko was never one to listen to that inner voice, lest not when it was telling her something useful.

She moved, and sadly it was right into a small pile of metal trash cans, she tripped knocking them all down but mange to catch herself on the wall. "Shit!" She cursed to herself. She looked over at the group to see if anyone had noticed the noise, and she was fully prepared to run if she had to.

Damn, that one had hurt!!
Stifling a whimper, Saki retreated from the calm one - he never bothered to remember their too long gaijin names anyway - and turned slightly, looking for easier prey. Perhaps the hothead... or the goofball?
A clatter of metal broke everybodys concentration for the split of a second - and this split of a second was all the ninja master needed.
Ignoring the new pain in his thigh, the older pain from his former injuries, he launched into a desperate attack, his already bloodstained claws hissing through the night air, attempting to profit from the goofball carelessness for now.

Mikko was still cursing at herself as she tried to recover from the fumble. Looking over she watched the one being attack strike. She smiled a little, there she helped someone...Kind of, that was her good deed for the year.

She carefully stacked the cans back up thinking that no one was paying attention to her, and started to make her way a little closer. She didn't want to be involved in the fight, oh hell no she didn't want that. But she had to be sure of what she was seeing. plus, she reasoned that if this group was fighting this hard then the victim must have had something good, something worth waiting for and taking for herself.

But just as she was about to settle into a mew location she heard a voice. At first she stood still in the shadows, but the voice seemed unthreatening and when it said that he came in peace, she felt safe enough to stand and find out who the hell these people were.

Her gazed traveled over at Mike. Her knives were already drawn, ready to defend herself if she had to. and judging by what was going on down that ally she just might have to.

"Who....rather...what the fuck are you? And what you doing to that poor guy over there?"

She asked in a harsh tone, not that she actually cared about the man being beat up, but she was curious to know what was going on. and if it was a fellow gang member then she had a duty to at lest try and save him from the brutal attack.

But mostly she just wanted to see what she could salvage from the body of the loser.

He couldn't help it.
With every movement he made, he gasped with pain. The blow to his thigh had obviously hit a nerve cluster and it felt as if somebody had poured molten lead inside his leg.
There was no more chance to run or fight, he was done for it - at least for the next ten minutes or so, until the endorphines numbed the leg and thereby, the pain.

But there was no choice.
He had to fight... and if he would go down today, he would at least take one of these abominations with him.
With a hoarse growl he turned and attacked Leonardo with a sweeping kick, aiming to thrust the spikes on his shins into an unprotected body part.
Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he abandoned the plan, when the swords came too close for comfort and decided spontanously to go after the hothead.
The beast *was* hurt after all - unable to use both weapons equally well... and maybe he could get a hostage...
An intricate combination of kicks and feints drove Raphael a bit back, before Saki managed to ram his armoured and spiked forearm into Raphaels shoulder, slicing it open with three long cuts.

The creature gave a gurgling, stifled cry of pain and in spite of his own agony, Saki smiled under his mask.
A fraction of a second later, one of Raphaels Sai stuck a hand deep in his thigh.

The foot ninja had returned to the scene, only to witness his master failing. Of course, Remey didn't come alone, with him was a small group of ninja, just itching to join the fight and protect their leader. With a silent motion of his hand, Remey and the other five ninjas jumped silently into the ally.

Pulling out their swords, Remey standing in front of the others. The silent leader again motioned for the small group to make their attack. It was time to make this fight fare...at lest fare for them.

Remey went straight for the blue clad turtle while the others went after the rest of the turtle freaks. Blades held high, The ninja cut through the air at the turtle.

The ally was getting crowded. and Remey did have the fear of attracting a crowd. They just had to get these mutants to fall back. Then they could grab their master and leave. But there was only three turtles here. Where was the other one?

One of the good guys uh? Pity that she wasn't. And from where she was standing nether was he. She gripped tightly on her knifes and braced herself as she got ready for an attack.

"Don't look like that to me? Four against one? That's not right..."

But just as she said that, she saw more figures jump into the ally. "looks like the fight just evened out." She kept a close eye on the turtle in front of her. Thinking of all the possible ways she could use him. Food? Money? Yeah...This was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up, as long as the main fight stood on it's side, everything would be fine.

"A 'mondo baddie'?" Mikko asked mockingly. But just as she was going to fish for more answers Mike turned to see what was going on behind him, she was going to make her attack but she wasn't quick enough and the turtle turned back to her. Mikko stopped in her tracks, playing off her attempted attack.

Then he asked for her help. She would have laughed had it not been for the desperation in the reptiles eyes. For a moment she did feel sorry for the young turtle. It sounded like his gang was losing, and losing painfully now.

"Isn't my fight." She said flatly.

As he started to back away, she stepped forward enough to kick over a trash can and in one smooth movement, forcefully kick it at the turtle. Her meal ticket wasn't getting away that easily.

The can hit him, but she didn't have time to do much about it. sure it knocked him down but just as she was going to him, knives held ready to gut her a turtle. He got up and ran off, back to the fight.

Mikko wasn't about to get involved with that and she backed up, sinking back into the shadows. It looked like this bounty wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. She light a cigarette and weighed out her options.

She could stay hidden here and wait for the loser of the fight to fall, then take what was left. Or she could go and find something else to do, someone else to terrorize. But these were fuckin turtles! That were fighting! and talking!

She would have tried to snap a few pictures with her phone but it was to dark, and she couldn't run to the media about it, she was a crazed thug druggie after all, who would believe her?

"What to do...." She got the name of the one that was talking to her, Mikey...Not that that was helpful any.

She would stay. she was interested in how this was all going to end anyway, and, leaning against the cold brick wall, watching the fight, she suddenly wished that she had some popcorn with her

Leonardo wrote:
Leo had his eyes on Mikey shortly, when he noticed the action going on in front of him.
"NOOOO" Leo screamed as he saw the Shredder attacking Raph. He hold up his swords to attack Shredder to make him stop injuring Raph more, when he saw something in the corner of his eyes. He made sure, that his sword hit its target and attacked Saki from behind with one quick strike across his back.

"MIIKE.."

The agony was worse than ever before.
He was sure that he had been cut in half for sure.
The injured leg gave and he crumpled into a heap of dark cotton and gleaming metal on the dirty, gritty asphalt, winding in pain and whimpering quietly.
He neither noticed his disobedient, though loyal warriors returning, nor the fact that the attention of the turtles shifted, he was alone in a haze of blinding pain and the eerie calmness from shock and blood loss.
The sai was still embedded in his muscular thigh and from a deep gash on his back trickled blood, quickly forming a puddle of red around him.

The turtle blocked his attack and Remey jumped back, only to charge at Leo again with another attack. Yes, they had been told to leave, and most of the ninja did. remey and the few others, however, couldn't stand by and watch their master get beat down,he was sure that later there would be hell to pay for this.

Remey sliced his swords through the air again, aiming for Leo's throat.