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Raph punched through the wall, yelling at donnie and mikey to charge in, they were in hot pursuit with meat sweats, it seems like even after the invasion, new York was never safe.
“Donnie! Keep high and don't let meat sweats out of your sight!” Raph yelled at donnie who nodded in return, typing something on his tech watch and zooming off higher to get a birds eye view.
Mikey was ahead of raph, using his ninpo to float after meat sweats, raph followed close behind, charging his ninpo and growing big, slamming his fist down close to meat sweats who narrowly avoided being hit.
“You scrumptious turtles won't stop me from feeding off you twats!” Meat sweats responded, gripping onto the bag he was holding, some kind of noises were coming from the bag
“Drop the bag meat sweats! You will not be serving turtles tonight!” Mikey pointed a finger to meat sweats as he spoke.
"On the contrary, you lot will be the perfect main course of delicacies!” Meat sweats chuckled, dropping the bag and grabbing his hammer, striking the ground with it.
“Donnie go for the bag, we can't let him take the bag!” Raph exclaimed as he blocked the hit, returning with his own punches as Mikey used his chains to wrap around meat sweats.
“Affirmative.” Donnie swooped down grabbing the bag swiftly, as he narrowly avoided the hit while meat sweats and mikey and raph kept him busy.
“You won't be eating us, or what's in that bag anytime soon meat sweats!” Mikey smiled, as he entangled the chains around meat sweats as raph slammed his tonfas together, causing meat sweats to fly through the air.
“Donnie get that bag to safety, raph will handle meat sweats!” Raph shouted as he ran off to finish the fight with meat sweats with Mikey following close behind.
It was just donnie who was left with the bag, donnie scanned his surroundings, searching for a plausible safe place to drop this bag off, the alleys. Donnie flew over to the alleys, pressing a button on his shell before dropping down as he placed the bag down.
The bag kept making noises as donnie readied his tech bō, prepared for anything that came out.
The bag shifted, as something, or someone dug their claws into the bag, managing to rip it over and crawl out, hissing slightly.
Donnie stared at the creature in front of him, it was… another mutant, and not just that. It was a turtle.