"No." He paused and tilted his head to the side. "Yes."
He briefly closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were just white. No iris, no pupil, like how some superheroes had little see through parts of their masks over their eyes that hid them.
He drew his sais, twirling them in his hands.
"The other me's. I think this is - I think this is tied to one of the other me's. Maybe a comic? Jack said it all started with comics. Comics, then cartoons and movies and more comics. It feels like this place is - it's someplace where everything's supposed to begin."
A pause.
"And where it already ended."
He spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see ninjas suddenly appearing all over the damn place, on all the massive cargo containers, on the cranes, everywhere.
"Oh, for the love of -"
The Foot. Of course it was the Foot.
"It will be your end, turtle," boomed a voice from nearby, echoing around the shipping crates. "Here, at the beginning of it all."
Raph's eyes went wide. It was hard enough to face Shredder with his brothers, but now? When it was just the two of them and he was so exhausted from that swim that he was barely on his feet? Against a veritable army of the Foot?
And this Shredder didn't sound like the one Raph knew, and did, at the same time. It sounded like the Shredder that had killed his father and the Shredder that had beaten up Leo, but at the same time he could tell it was a different one, one that was more...primeval. Like he was more the idea of the Shredder.
If this had been the Shredder he knew, he'd have thrown himself right into the battle, exhaustion or not, because of his rage, because of what Shredder had done. But this wasn't his Shredder and he wasn't back home and his brothers weren't here and he wasn't even fighting fit.
His brothers weren't here and someone that'd never once tangled with the Shredder before was. It wasn't even that he thought she wasn't badass but these weren't rent-a-ninjas and right now the two of them were clearly not myth-powered even if they had their usual powers and abilities.
And this was the idea of The Shredder, at its most primal.
"Nico," he said calmly - far too calmly. Frighteningly calmly, a tone of voice she'd likely never heard him use before. "You need to start running."
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He briefly closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were just white. No iris, no pupil, like how some superheroes had little see through parts of their masks over their eyes that hid them.
He drew his sais, twirling them in his hands.
"The other me's. I think this is - I think this is tied to one of the other me's. Maybe a comic? Jack said it all started with comics. Comics, then cartoons and movies and more comics. It feels like this place is - it's someplace where everything's supposed to begin."
A pause.
"And where it already ended."
He spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see ninjas suddenly appearing all over the damn place, on all the massive cargo containers, on the cranes, everywhere.
"Oh, for the love of -"
The Foot. Of course it was the Foot.
"It will be your end, turtle," boomed a voice from nearby, echoing around the shipping crates. "Here, at the beginning of it all."
Raph's eyes went wide. It was hard enough to face Shredder with his brothers, but now? When it was just the two of them and he was so exhausted from that swim that he was barely on his feet? Against a veritable army of the Foot?
And this Shredder didn't sound like the one Raph knew, and did, at the same time. It sounded like the Shredder that had killed his father and the Shredder that had beaten up Leo, but at the same time he could tell it was a different one, one that was more...primeval. Like he was more the idea of the Shredder.
If this had been the Shredder he knew, he'd have thrown himself right into the battle, exhaustion or not, because of his rage, because of what Shredder had done. But this wasn't his Shredder and he wasn't back home and his brothers weren't here and he wasn't even fighting fit.
His brothers weren't here and someone that'd never once tangled with the Shredder before was. It wasn't even that he thought she wasn't badass but these weren't rent-a-ninjas and right now the two of them were clearly not myth-powered even if they had their usual powers and abilities.
And this was the idea of The Shredder, at its most primal.
"Nico," he said calmly - far too calmly. Frighteningly calmly, a tone of voice she'd likely never heard him use before. "You need to start running."