[FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Mon Oct 13, 2008 11:46 pm

    I hope that I balanced it ok


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Fizzie on Tue Oct 14, 2008 12:01 am

    Chojin wrote:I hope that I balanced it ok

    I think it's fine. =)


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Tue Oct 14, 2008 12:04 am

    That's good to know, lol


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:59 am

    My update may be pushed back by a day or so, unless I can get masses of writing done tonight


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Thu Oct 23, 2008 10:17 am

    TMNT: BROTHERS IN ARMS
    Chapter 7


    A muted voice echoed in his head, the words merging into one. There was nothing but darkness. His entire body ached.
    “Way...” The voice became slightly clearer. The rest of the sentence became jumbled. Though clearer, he was no closer to recognising the voice. He struggled to open his eyes, but eventually gave in, the pain was still there, but fading. The voice came again, eerily familiar, but he was not sure if he was hearing things. He faded back into unconsciousness, once again.

    After a while, he woke up again. This time, the voice was clearer, but it still kept fading.
    “Your search... ...an end... ... journey... ...from over” He knew there was more to it, but this time, there was no merging of words, just the absence of words. He had no idea if whoever was talking was talking for just a short while or hours, his eyelids were too heavy with pain. Had his eyes been open, his vision would’ve fogged and faded as he, again, slipped into unconsciousness.

    The voice came again, urging him to wake up. Whoever it was; wasn’t keen on losing him for good. He felt something cool placed upon his head; parts of his body felt tight as if bandaged. Alarm bells went off somewhere in the back of his mind, but they were silenced at the attempts made by the mystery person to help him. He calmed. He knew that stressing wouldn’t do him any good in his current state. After the melee at the construction site, he was unsure what would happen to him. He didn’t even know how long ago it was. There was little chance that the mutants were still there. Both Zaru and Bebop were unconscious, but he had hardly fazed Reggie. He had no doubt that Reggie was able to move the other two without breaking a sweat. His head hurt. He tried to move his hand to his head. It was difficult, but it was easier than the first time he tried to move. Before he got his hand to his head, he felt a light grip on his wrist.
    “Rest” the only word to accompany the grip. The soothing voice sounded a bit more familiar. He couldn’t believe his ears, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved. He relaxed so much that he fell asleep.

    “Things may seem so far when really they are closer than you think. But do not be fooled, as in a mirror; things may appear closer than they actually are.” the words drifted through his head while he slept a dreamless sleep. The broken sentence, from before, drifted along with it; his mind trying to fill in the blanks.

    Suddenly, he awoke. His eyes opened quickly, as if loaded on tight springs. There was no pain, no blinding light. His vision was still blurred, but better than before; two out of three wasn’t bad considering what he had been through. He sat bolt upright. His muscles were a bit stiff, but there was a distinct absence of pain. He thought this was odd, but he was not one to scoff at a good thing. He was sat on something he knew well, something that told him exactly where he was; he was home. He knew not how he got there, but he didn’t care, he knew he was safe. He was sat on his bed. Through his blurred eyes, he could make out the glow of several candles and his nostrils filled with a soothing scent from some incense burning not far away.

    He sat on the edge of his bed as he tried to blink away the fuzz that plagued his vision. He rubbed his eyes and tried to get them to work right. His vision started to clear but only slightly. He looked himself over as best he could. He wondered who had bandaged him, and why he was alone. Strewn on the floor was his gui.

    After not remembering much from the attack at the construction yard, he thought that maybe he should try again. He didn’t want to risk another concentration, so he decided that his route would be different.

    He got himself dressed again, being careful not to disturb his bandages. After carefully dressing himself, he went around and snuffed out the candles. He left the incense burning as it was nearing the end. He approached the exit. He started to climb down the ladder but stopped to take one last look around his makeshift home. He didn’t know what he was looking for, or what he expected to see; whatever it was, he didn’t see it. He finished his descent and immediately took off in the same direction he went before.

    After a short trek through the twisting tunnels, he found himself approaching the drop he missed through using the overhead pipes. Before reaching the drop, he took a side tunnel. He needed to take a different route, one that took him round the construction yard. Central Park was the logical choice, he could get anywhere from there. It was only a slightly longer trip through the sewers, but that didn’t bother him, it meant that there was a higher chance that there would be less traffic in the area when he finally had to go topside to cross the park.

    The night of the attack at the construction yard, he had planned to avoid Central Park because he had to cross out in the open. He could easily take another route, but it would take longer. The fact was that going through Central Park was quickest.

    After an hour of travelling through the twist and turns of the sewers, he finally came to a dead end. Above him was a manhole. Climbing the ladder set into the wall, he could see through the holes that it was dark out. He pressed his ear against the cover and listened. He could hear a few cars not far away. Fortunately, the manhole was down a back alley. Carefully, he freed the cover from its holdings. He carefully looked around to see if there was anyone around. Satisfied that he was alone, he slipped out of the sewer and replaced the cover. He pressed himself against the wall and look towards the park. All seemed quiet, apart from the occasional noises that often filled the New York air at this hour. Distant sirens wailed; the heavy base of a nearby pub throbbed through the ground.

    He approached the corner that led out onto the road surrounding the park. Several cars went passed, but there was practically no human traffic. He thought this was odd, as New York never sleeps. Still, this was a good thing. It meant he could move around easier without being seen.

    He wait for a few moments as the last few cars passed. Still no pedestrians, he made a break for it. Straight across the road he ran. Without a second’s hesitation, he leapt clean over the perimeter wall. Now all he had to do was make his way across the park to the other side, and closer to his destination.

    At a glance, the park looked empty, but it was too big to be sure. His keen eye spotted distant movement through the trees. He couldn’t see clearly, but he knew well enough to avoid who or whatever it is. He quickly, and quietly, made his way to the closest tree, in hopes that it would afford him even the slightest cover. He stopped and surveyed the scene. Down the slight embankment, he spotted another person walking along the path. He leaned forward slightly to get a closer look. He was surprised by what he saw. In front of him, walking along the path was a ninja. He didn’t know what a ninja would be doing walking casually through the park, but he didn’t want to find out. If there was one, there was bound to be more.

    He decided that a straight run through the park was not the best of ideas. However, the ninjas would prove to be problematic. Because of his injuries, he knew he was unable to take on the ninjas, even one-on-one would be a challenge at this point. His best bet was to stick to the limited cover of the trees.

    After a few close calls, he could see the wall clearly. His trek across the park was at an end. As he pulled himself up to full height, he noticed a lone ninja on the path down the embankment. Quickly, he ducked down again until he could only just see over the ridge. The ninja, below, turned to face his direction. After a few moments, the ninja turned away again. He took this chance and leapt down the incline. He landed just behind the ninja in almost complete silence. Before the ninja could react, he quickly grabbed the ninja in a head lock. After a few moments of struggling, the ninja went limp, accompanied by a distinct pop as the ninja’s neck snapped. After lowering the body to the ground, he ran and leapt over the wall, leaving the park behind him.

    After landing the other side of the wall, he quickly made his way across the road, narrowly avoiding knocking over a group of pedestrians. Without stopping, he ran down an alleyway. His destination was not much further. He had thought about dropping down into the sewers, but this would slow his progress due to all the twists and turns. He turned sharply towards the wall and began his running ascent. As he started to slow, he leapt across the alleyway against the other wall. He leapt back and forth until he reached the top. He clambered up on the roof and ran towards his target. The edge of the roof quickly approached, but this wouldn’t stop him. Placing his foot on the edge, he leapt to the higher roof ahead of him. The height difference didn’t slow him much.

    Several roofs later, he could finally see his target. It was an old two story house. At the next alleyway, he jumped short of the next roof and landed on a fire escape. He put his hand on the rail and jumped over into a freefall. After dropping several floors, he grabbed the fire escape and swung back onto it. He looked over the edge and saw that he was not much further from the ground. He leap-frogged his way further down the fire escape, and slid down the final ladder, planting himself firmly on the flat ground, once again. The house was just a short distance from him now.

    The rest of his journey was uneventful. He passed a couple of alleyways, from which he heard voices, but nothing that was any of his concern. The road ahead was clear, clear enough to cross without a problem. There was little or no pedestrian traffic to hinder his progress, nor take notice of him. He approached the front door and tried to open it. There was no such luck. Nearby there was a window with some glass missing as if smashed by a brick. He stepped back and looked over the front of the house. After a few moments, he shook his head and made his way round the back.

    Once round the back, he looked at the back door. He then looked over the back of the house, as he did the front. He tried to figure out a way in that wouldn’t attract attention. There were no open windows, no windows with glass missing enough for him to fit through. The only window with some glass missing was the window by the back door. There wasn’t, however, enough room for him to fit through. He decided that this would be his way in. He looked about the floor for something that he could use to break some more of the glass. His search was fruitless; there was nothing. He stepped up to the window and placed his hand on some of the broken glass that still hung from the frame. Breathing deep to focus himself, he forced the glass in. The glass came loose from part of the frame and fell into the house, the rest held firm. There was now enough room for him to fit through with ease.

    After clambering through the whole he had finished, he dusted himself off and gave his eyes a few scant moments to adjust to the lack of light. Once his eyes adjusted, he stood looking around the room. He could tell he was standing in the kitchen. Slowly he made his way through the kitchen, glancing around as if looking for something. He walked into what appeared to be a living room. He reached for the light switched and turned the light on... there was nothing. No sudden brightness that would’ve made him shield his eyes that were now so used to the dark; no bang as the filament burnt out and no shattering glass as the settled gasses suddenly became active with enough force to burst the bulb; just darkness. He flicked the switch again and again. There was still nothing. He searched the ceiling for the fixture but succeeded only in finding a previously shattered bulb, hanging only slightly lower than the ceiling. He shook his head slightly with a sigh.

    As he stood there, he heard a sound, bringing his attention to the front door. It was the sound of an engine coming to a halt out front. He stood very still, not even breathing as he concentrated as much as he could. He heard muted voices, one approached the door. For a few moments, there was nothing. The voice continued as he saw a shadow move outside, cast upon the curtain from the streetlamp across the road. He turned round and looked at the back door. The voices were moving round to the back. He considered his options. There was the front door, but he knew it was locked. There was the adjacent window, but breaking it would bring him undue attention. He could stay and fight, but he didn’t want to risk it after the confrontation he had at the construction yard. His only option was upstairs. Without a hesitation, he swiftly ran up the stairs. He barely made a sound as he ascended. He stopped for just a second where he could see the back door without exposing himself. He waited a few seconds and was about to continue, when he saw the bottom panel being worked loose. His heart fluttered as adrenaline coursed through his veins. A haired head almost poked through as a stern voice says “Get behind me.” He creased his brow as he tried to bring things more into focus in the darkness. After barely a second, small lights come on as if from the headlights of an approaching vehicle, causing him to wince slightly as his pupils strained against the sudden brightness. He decides that now is the time for him to leave. He finished his ascent and disappeared into one of the rooms. Quickly he made his way to the window. He carefully and quietly opened it and climbed out. Securing himself, he pushed the window closed as much as he could then began to climb onto the roof. He hadn’t realised before that it had begun to cloud over.

    He walked up the roof and dug in the chimney. He pulled out a bag that he slung over his shoulder. Facing away from the way he had arrived at the house, he took a deep breath. He let the breath out as he started the run down the roof as quietly as he could, his feet barely touching the ground. He leapt of the edge and over the small back garden. As he fell, he came close to a tree. Slowing his decent by grabbing the branch, he dropped himself into a small patch of long grass. Some rustling came from behind him. He turned around just quick enough to see a small vixen disappear into the house through the bottom of the back door. He turned away from the house and quickly disappeared down a darkened alleyway.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Fizzie on Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:02 am

    Oooooooooo!! Moremoremore!!


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:04 am

    the next chapter is all planned out, but I must warn you, it's only going to be a short one. Compared to this one, I mean.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Fizzie on Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:05 am

    Chojin wrote:the next chapter is all planned out, but I must warn you, it's only going to be a short one. Compared to this one, I mean.

    S'ok!! It'll still be cool!!


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:08 am

    It shouldn't take too long to type up, I have most of it planned out, already


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Mon Oct 27, 2008 11:30 pm

    NEWS: TMNT: Brothers In Arms will be put on hold for a week or two, as I'm going to be working on an RP before I forget about it.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Shanna on Sun Feb 22, 2009 8:33 am

    Chojo.......i cant believe its been 4 months since you have updated this story!! im shocked.........!!!

    We need more....im literally dying to find out what happens next!!

    POST MORE!!
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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Sun Feb 22, 2009 8:53 am

    You'll be pleased to know that I have been working on the next TWO chapters today.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Fizzie on Mon Feb 23, 2009 7:07 am

    Shanna wrote:POST MORE!!

    I totally agree!!

    Chojin wrote:You'll be pleased to know that I have been working on the next TWO chapters today.

    Post 'em, dude!!


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Mon Feb 23, 2009 7:55 am

    Neither of them are finished, yet.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Mon Feb 23, 2009 12:25 pm

    TMNT: BROTHERS IN ARMS
    Chapter 8


    Jumping across the rooftops wasn’t easy with a bag in tow, but he managed it. He had gotten away from the house as quick as he could, being careful to leave no trace. Ahead of him was no more buildings, he had reached the edge. He stood looking out over the Hudson, and the outskirts beyond. He sat down on the edge, feet hanging off the building with his bag sat beside him. He thought about the events of the last few days; from the conflict at the construction yard, to the close encounter at the house. He knew he had to be on the right track. He turned to the bag and started to undo it. He reached in and started pulling things out. First came some belts with harnesses attached to them. He laid the belts out before and went back into his bag. This time he pulled out some weapons, laying these out beside the belts. In front of him lay a Wakazashi, two Tantos, a set of shuriken and a small pouch.

    After admiring his arms, he began to fasten the belts around him. As each one was fastened, and the harnesses placed in the right places, he set about affixing his weapons. He carefully picked up his tantos, one in each hand, and fixed them in the small of his back. He picked up the Wakazashi and fixed this onto his back to be drawn over his right shoulder. Lastly, he picked up the shuriken and the pouch. He tied the pouch to his belt and fixed the shuriken to his left shoulder. With the bag now emptied, he tossed it aside. It landed against the outer edge; not that it mattered, it wasn’t needed anymore. He looked out over the edge, the road and out to the Hudson beyond. Seeing no manholes between him and the river, the ninja walked to the inner edge of the rooftop. He looked down into the alley trying to find a manhole. He finally found one at the intersection in the middle of the road. He looked down the edge of the building, and found that there was a little light. This wasn’t too bad, he could still make it down without being discovered. He lowered himself over the edge and slowly made it down the side of the building. Not far below him was a small slightly weather worn edge. Unfortunately, most of it seemed to bed covered in the mess left behind by the pigeons from the day before. He stopped his decent about half a foot from the ledge and looked down towards the road. He was close enough to drop down without serious injury. He looked around at the traffic below. With it being night, there was little traffic consisting mainly of taxis. He saw a couple of taxis approaching the intersection. When the first one reached it and went straight on. The second, which was slightly further back, was getting ready to turn. This was his chance. He coiled his legs against the wall ready to leap for the manhole. He would have to do this quick; down the road the taxi was heading were a few more vehicles.

    He could hear a familiar sound, the roar of the bike owned by the pair he saw back at the house. This was his chance to get a better look. After the bike, there was a clear road. They drew closer and closer. The bike sped past a late night delivery van and caught up to another taxi just ahead of it. After overtaking the taxi, they sped up and widened the gap a bit as they approached the intersection. He sprung away from the wall towards the manhole in the centre. The bike seemed to speed up as it headed toward the same manhole. The ninja reached into the pouch and pulled out a couple of small grey balls. As he approached the range of the lights, he threw the balls next to the manhole. They struck the ground in quick succession of each other as the bike turned off from its original course. As they struck, they burst in a cloud of smoke, giving the impression of tires kicking up a bit of dust. The ninja used this cloud of smoke to conceal his landing. He landed so close to the back of the bike he could touch the passenger holding on to the back, but he didn’t. He couldn’t falter; he had been very risky and didn’t want to push his luck with the vehicles that followed. He instantly bent down and placed his hand on the manhole cover. He yanked it free of its resting place and jumped in, holding it over his head as he fell. Under his weight, the cover slid back into its previous position, just upside down. He clung to the bottom of the covered. He could see the pipe below him. He released his grip and came to a rest quietly in the middle of the pipe. He made his way into the depths of the city.

    After only a few twists and turns, the ninja came to a large room with a larger pipe running through the middle. He stopped for a moment and thought about the events of the night. He leant back against the wall. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and this bugged him. He shook the thought of as he heard a noise coming from the pipe he had just come from, himself. Instinctively, he leapt up onto the wall and climb silently but swiftly. He reached the ceiling and turned to face the floor. There he would sit and wait in ambush. He hoped it was the freaks from the construction yard, this time he was ready for them.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Shanna on Mon Feb 23, 2009 12:51 pm

    Oh chojo.........i love it.........i know its 1.50am but my mind is full of questions.......who do the voices belong to?? who was the person who helped him!! but most importantly who is this dark figure........

    MORE...........hehe

    I just wanted to add......you really do have a talent for writing.......Smile
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    Post by Chojin on Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:34 pm

    Thanks hun ^_^


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    Post by Fizzie on Wed Feb 25, 2009 9:35 am

    Yayz for new chapter!! =D


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Sat Jul 10, 2010 1:56 am

    TMNT: BROTHERS IN ARMS
    Chapter 9

    Somewhere on the edge of the city, two figures clambered out of the river onto the wet rocks that were visible in the low tide.
    “Next time you do that that, I’m going to make sure you stay in the drink.” Sal said as he swiped at Link with an open claw.
    “Give it a rest, Sal.” Link said as he deftly dodged Sal’s swipe and looked around “Where’s Lennie?”
    “He jumped in after me, didn’t you see him?” Sal asked.
    “He disappeared in front of me.” Link said as he looked around desperately. For a moment, no one spoke. Link seemed to be worried about Lennie. Lennie never seemed to be smart enough to get by on his own. Sal was looking worried that he’d have to settle for picking on Link, which was never as fun as it first appeared.
    “What are we looking for?” Lennie said as he just appeared between the pair. They both jumped as neither expected for Lennie to be there.
    “Will you quit doing that?” Link said in a voice that almost sounded like an order.
    “Just because you can do it, doesn’t mean you should.” Sal said as he brushed past Lennie and started towards the wall that stood before him.
    “Sal, wait,” Link said as he put his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go. I’ll be about a minute.” He leapt up the wall that stood in front of him. He gripped the wall with ease about a metre from the top.
    “What do you see?” Lennie asked in a loud, but somewhat hushed voice.
    “Shush, he’ll tell us when he comes down.” Sal said, turning to Lennie to look at him with one Saurian eye.

    Link looked over the wall without revealing himself too much. He looked towards the rooftop directly ahead of him. He saw a darkly clad head disappear from view; he paid it no mind. Link then scanned the roads to find that they were a bad choice. The traffic was a little heavy for his liking. He dropped down from the wall and landed easily on the rocks below.
    “We go that way.” Link said as he pointed towards a large pipe.
    “And why not topside?” Sal challenged.
    “Hey, if you wanna get spotted, then by all means, you go topside. Me, on the other hand, I prefer to keep a low profile until we can get somewhere safe.” Link retorted as he started for the pipe.
    “That’s rich coming from you.” Sal spat as he followed close behind. Lennie didn’t say a word; he wasn’t quick enough to get anything in. He was the only one of the three that would be able to move around topside without too much difficulty. Still, he didn’t want to leave Sal and Link. With that, he also followed.
    “Just leave it, Sal.” Link said, brushing off the comment from Sal. He didn’t want an argument right now and he could see that Sal was spoiling for one.
    “Aw, c’mon. It’s not like you to wimp out on an argument, unless you’re wrong.” Sal said, trying to goad Link into an argument.
    “I’m not doing this, Sal.” Link said as he climbed into the pipe.
    “You haven’t got a choice, pal. I ain’t going to stop.” Sal said, his voice thick with attitude, as he followed. Lennie silently brought up the rear.

    From the edge of the pipe, Link could see straight for some distance, though the light diminished after a while. Link led the trio forward, constantly ignoring Sal’s baiting. The long pipe seemed to go on forever without turning. A short-lived forever when it took a sudden turn, to the right. Now Link could see the next turn.

    After a few twists and turns, the trio finally came to a large room. The pipe they had been in was, evidently, one of the overflow pipes. Through the middle ran half a pipe, with about 6 foot of flat ground either side that served as walkways. On occasions, this pipe would be full of sewage water, but this would normally be when there had been a heavy downpour. Link, Sal and Lennie made their way along their walkway towards another pipe, on an educated guess, this led deeper into the city. Before they even got half way to the pipe, three shuriken dug into the ground before them. They looked around frantically, searching for the direction they came from. Lennie just stood still, his eyes darting this way and that. Within a moment, a darkly clad figure dropped down in front of them; his angry eyes staring at them as if into their very souls.
    “Freaks!” The dark figure said; his voice stunk of hatred.


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    Re: [FanFic] TMNT: Brothers In Arms

    Post by Chojin on Sat Jul 10, 2010 4:56 am

    TMNT: BROTHERS IN ARMS
    Chapter 10


    The darkly clad ninja faced the trio of mutants, his every muscle tensing in anticipation. His unblinking eyes starred at them as if into their very depths.
    “This guy has a serious problem.” Sal said as he readied himself.
    “As much as I hate to say it, I agree.” Link agreed reluctantly as he, too, readied for combat. Lennie grunted his agreement as he faded slightly. They stood watching the ninja for a scant few moments, waiting for him to make his move.

    As the three mutants stood their ground and made ready for a fight, the ninja mentally ran through the information before him. These were a different group from the ones that had attacked him at the construction site, but they were still mutants. From his earlier fight, he knew not to underestimate mutants. He had barely escaped with his life last time and had no plans on making this a repeat performance. The group of mutants consisted of a frog of some sort, a chameleon and some type of lizard; the darkly clad figure wasn’t sure what type. He wasn’t sure which of the mutants would give him the most trouble, but he wasn’t going to make any of the mistakes he made before. No one moved for a few moments and the tension mounted.

    “I’ve had enough.” Sal spat as he jumped into action. Link grunted in disapproval, Sal’s impatience the source of his contention. Regardless, he followed suit. With both of them advancing on the Ninja, Lennie faded from sight and made his own move. The ninja lowered himself ready to receive the inevitable attack; there was no more time for analysing. The unknown lizard rapidly approached. Surprised by his speed, the ninja barely had time to dodge and retreat to a safe distance. Maybe it would be this lizard that would give the ninja the most trouble. The frog leapt onto the wall and used his powerful legs to propel him towards the ninja. He twisted in the air and quickly brought his foot round on the ninja. The ninja had other ideas, and quickly blocked the attack. The blow forced the ninja back slightly. The frog was obviously stronger than he appeared. The ninja would soon have to go on the offensive. One thing wasn’t right, though. The chameleon had disappeared. This didn’t bode well for the ninja. If he could not see the chameleon, he could attack from anywhere.

    “Is that all you got?” The ninja taunted as he pushed forward with a fury of blows that the frog had some trouble blocking.
    “The best is yet to come.” The frog retorted as he managed to block a few hits. Unable to block all of them, the frog was caught in the chest with the ninja’s knee, knocking the wind from him. The frog stumbled back clutching his chest trying to force himself to breath. The ninja made a quick advance on the frog, intent on making a killing blow. However, his approach was stopped by a swift kick to his back, courtesy of the unknown lizard. He swiftly regained his balance and spun on his attacker, who was bearing down upon him with great speed. The ninja deftly stepped aside and brought his fist into the side of the lizard’s head. Sal went sprawling to the floor. Without a second though, the ninja drew out his Wakasashi and leapt towards the frog that was slowly getting back to his feet. Before he could make a connection and the killing blow, the ninja was bowled out of the air with amazing force.

    As he crashed to the ground, he lost his grip on his weapon which clattered noisily to the floor some distance away. The ninja stood up and looked around frantically for the source of the blow. With both the lizard and frog out of action for the moment, it could’ve only been the chameleon; but where was he? The ninja wasn’t going to take any chances. Without knowing where the chameleon was, his faith in this fight waned. He scrambled quickly to his feet and immediately leapt up the wall. He watched as the frog and the lizard slowly got their energy back while he watched for signs of the chameleon. He would have to worry about that in a moment; the other two were pretty much on their feet. The ninja moved into a slightly better position, ready to leap back into action.

    The ninja was about to make his leap when something caught his eye. As if from nowhere, a thin line started to appear in mid air. Slowly it opened, appearing like a set of eyelids with a rather oddly shaped pupil. The ninja was almost captivated by this. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, trying to shake the image from his mind. Before he could look back to see if he was just seeing things, he was hit rather hard by something rather sticky. The ninja couldn’t hold on to the wall. And so he fell. He turned round in the air just long enough to see that the sticky object was still attached to him, and it sat on the end of a surprisingly long pink tongue, before he hit the ground hard.

    The tongue had detached, leaving the ninja with nothing but a sense of something else to look out for with the chameleon. With the wind knocked out of him, the ninja struggled to regain his balance. He turned round to see the other two mutants back on their feet.
    “And that’s nothing.” The frog said, with an almost cocky attitude, as he looked over the ninja.
    “Good. I was hoping for a little challenge.” The ninja replied as he steadied himself. He wandered over to his wakasashi, which was laying just a few feet away. He deftly used his foot to throw the wakasashi up into his waiting hand. The ninja thought for a moment, about the differences in group mechanics between this group of mutants, and the last. This group worked more tightly as a team, whereas the last group seemed to be just taking orders, without any real coordination. This both surprised the ninja, and intrigued him.

    The ninja stood and looked at the two visible mutants, eyeing them both up as if he was analysing them. He tossed his wakasashi over to the frog before he quickly drew out one of his tanto. Link caught it firmly in his hands. Both he and the other lizard looked at it with confusion in their eye, the ninja reached into his pouch and scattered smoke pellets about the floor around him. The mutants turned their attention back towards the ninja, seemingly oblivious to the smoke pellets strewn about the floor. Their expression seemed to ask why the ninja had passed them a weapon.
    “That’s to even the odds a little.” The ninja said with an unseen smirk. There was no reply from the mutants; they just went to advance on him. They stopped short when there was a small explosion of smoke close to the ninja. Behind the smokescreen, they saw nothing. A few seconds later, something emerged from the smoke and landed heavily on the ground. Slowly, the prone, unconscious form of Lennie appeared. Sal stepped forward, inadvertently stepping on a smoke pellet. The smoke billowed into his face. Link’s head snapped into Sal’s direction. He didn’t have time to look elsewhere before Sal’s body came flying past him, skidding to a halt on the floor. Sal didn’t move. Link looked about the floor to see the unexploded smoke pellets. He lowered himself and leapt towards the wall away from where he had stood some seconds before. There he held himself tight, watching over the room.

    The smoke cleared, revealing nothing but clear ground. Link searched frantically for the ninja. There was no sign of him.
    “It’s just you and me now.” A voice said from behind Link. Link spun on his heels as best he could on the wall. Surprised by the fact that he was not the only one on a wall, Link almost fell.
    “You’re-“ Link started to say before the ninja swiped at his feet. He used his legs to spring as far across the room as possible. He looked back at his previous position on the wall to see the ninja just looking back at him, still attached to the wall. The ninja dropped from the wall and landed neatly on the floor.
    “What’s wrong? Afraid of a little one-on-one?” The ninja taunted.
    “Certainly not.” Link laughed as he paced a little back and forth, always keeping an eye on the ninja.
    “Goood.” The ninja replied, dragging out the single syllable.

    With a flash of steel and the clash of blades, the two mutants faced off. Neither one had any advantage over the other. With both combatants being as agile as they were, the fight moved around the room as they fought for the advantage.
    “I’m impressed.” The ninja said as he was forced to fall back a little, “You fight better than I had expected.”
    “Glad I can amuse you.” Replied Link as he pushed forward. Link took a final push affording him a little room. He used the time to leap to a safe distance on the wall.
    “You’ve got nowhere to run.” The ninja said as he ran towards Link, first along the floor then up the wall to meet him. Link was genuinely shocked. He hadn’t been sure that the ninja wasn’t human, but he knew of nothing that would allow humans to climb walls without any help.
    “How is a human able to do that?” Link asked, though he was sure of the answer, he wanted to make sure.
    “Human? Me? Don’t be ridiculous.” The ninja replied as he got close. Immediately, Link leapt to a safe distance. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid.” Link said nothing. He looked intently at the ninja, studying his shape looking for telltale signs of his species.
    “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The ninja said mockingly. He heard groans from the two prone forms; they were gradually coming too. The ninja would have to finish this fight soon, else they’d overrun him again.
    “Seeing as you’re in such a talkative mood, why don’t you tell us why you attacked us?” Link said in an attempt to stall and give the guys time to recover.
    “Because you’re just like the last lot.” The ninja replied as he advanced on Link.
    “What lot? What are you talking about?” Link said with genuine confusion.
    “Don’t play dumb.” The ninja said, anger creeping into his voice.
    “You’re obviously got it into your head that you’re going to kill us, so you may as well finish your story and then put us out of both miseries.” Link tried as the ninja quickly approached him. Link leapt out of the way of the approaching ninja, trying to stay one step ahead of him. He just needed a few more moments, just enough for the other two to be on their feet, then they could put a stop to this nonsense. It was obvious to him that this was a just a misunderstanding that needed to be put right; he just needed to make the ninja see sense.

    The ninja seemed to think this over for a few moments. The frog was right; he did intend to kill them. The only question was if he should indulge the frog’s request.
    “Alright,” He started, “I was recently brutally attacked by a trio of mutants, such as yourselves.” The ninja charged Link as he continued his story; a fitting comprise, tell them while he kills them, “I was left for dead.” Anger crept into his voice, “they didn’t give me a reason.” By now, Lennie and Sal were back on their feet. They watched for a few moments. Link croaked at them while fending off the brutal barrage. Lennie and Sal looked at each other, and then back at the fight. Sal got down low and sped across the floor. He quickly rose up to full height over Links shoulder. As he thrust his head towards the ninja, he opened his mouth and hissed. As he hissed, he fully opened his colourful frills. The ninja jumped back in shock. How could he have been prepared for that? He quickly composed himself and closed in on the frilled-lizard. The lizard cocked his head to the side and quickly folded his frills back as the ninja got close. The frill that the frog disappeared behind bent forward as it folded back, as if it met some resistance. The frog had gone, so it could not have been him. Something hard connected with the ninja, square in the face, sending him sprawling backwards. The ninja quickly got back to his feet and shook off the savage blow, his vision clouded slightly at the edge. ‘Déjà vous’ thought the ninja. The ninja could quickly see this fight going the same way as the last. He did not want that to happen the first time and he certainly didn’t want it to happen again.

    During the confusion of the well timed diversion and attack, Link had slipped away from the fight for a moment; he sat perched on a wall over the ninja’s far right. He watched the ninja intently. The ninja reached for his shoulder. From his angle, Link could clearly see the small harness of shuriken on the back of his shoulder. Before the ninja’s hand reached his shoulder, Link launched his tongue at his wrist. As he did, he sprung towards the opposite wall. As he past the ninja, he pulled the hand dangerously close to the semi-concealed shuriken away from his body and back across to the left side.

    The ninja looked at Link angrily and growled his annoyance. He ran for the frog. Before he even got half way, something caught him hard in the throat. Immediately, the form of the chameleon appeared before him. He had been clothes lined. His head rattle hard and his vision shook. He released the grip on his weapon and held his head to try and keep it still. Lennie grabbed him by the wrists and held him high, while his long curly tail wrapped around the ninja’s ankle. The ninja fought against his living bonds, but to no avail. The chameleon was much stronger than he had thought. This was it. These mutants were going to do what the last ones couldn’t. The ninja felt the end was near.

    Sal quickly ran in and got right in the ninja’s face. He hissed a little and reached for the ninja’s one remaining weapon, his last tanto. Sal looked at the blade in his hand, and then looked over the ninja’s body as if looking for a suitable place to return the blade, business end first.
    “Do it. End this here.” The ninja spat. Sal hissed and started to lunge.
    “Sal.” Link shouted, stopping Sal in his tracks. Sal looked at Link who shook his head. Sal stepped aside to make way for Link. Link got in close to the ninja.
    “Why do you delay?” the ninja asked.
    “Why do you want to die?” Link replied.
    “You must, you have beaten me.” The ninja said in defeat.
    “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now,” Link said as he dropped the wakasashi, “we had nothing to do with-“ Link said as he was interrupted.
    “You’re mutants, just like them.” The ninja shouted.
    “Just like you.” Link shouted back instantly, “Apart from these two, you are the only other mutant we’ve met. Honestly, we thought we were the only ones.” Link explained.
    “Am I meant to believe you’re not hunting other mutants?” The ninja said as he struggled against Lennie’s strength.
    “Why would we do that?” Sal asked, genuinely confused.
    “Listen, I don’t like things like this. I’m going to let you down, but I want you to realise that we’re not enemies.” Link said almost sympathetically.
    “Though, you did attack us first.” Sal retorted.
    “Technically, you di-“ the ninja spat back.
    “Enough!” Link shouted, “Sal, disarm him and go retrieve his things.”
    “But Li-“ Sal started.
    “Now, Sal.” Link ordered. Sal disarmed the ninja muttering something about being told what to do as he did so.
    “You let me down, yet you disarm me. Why?” The ninja asked. He didn’t struggle against the hold, there was little need to.
    “Me letting you down is a show of good faith. Letting your weapons go is one from you. Besides, I don’t trust you enough to leave you with your weapons.” Link explained. The ninja relaxed in his holdings, his head flopped forward. He let out a grunt of resignation.
    “Fine, I can’t say I blame you. Alright, I’ll stay my hand.” The ninja said. Link looked at Lennie and nodded. Lennie let the ninja drop to the ground.


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