Raph could see him moving slightly away from the tree in the half-light. Since Raph was entirely in the shadows, the man couldn't see him.

If this guy wasn't going to play fair, he didn't have to either.

Besides, he was a ninja. Like sensei had always said, it wasn't about fair, it was about victory. It was about walking home at the end of the day.

Dean wasn't going to hear him ninja-ing because he didn't have to move through the dark on foot. Raph took out a smoke bomb and threw it down in the dark, picturing himself behind the man. Dean suddenly found himself enveloped in purple smoke and then the handle of a sai cracked into his head, hard, from behind.

"Hello," he said sarcastically, the last thing Dean would hear as he lost consciousness.