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The Long Walk
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and SonicFrank
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Harley: I don’t even know why I put in these Author’s Notes now. It’s not like there’s anything important in them. This is the first real fight Breech has with the turtles. Well, A turtle.
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Chapter Fifteen: Sparring
Breech walked through the sewers calmly, heading back to the home she had left the night before. After having breakfast at April’s apartment, and performing her limbering up exercises there – this time without Casey around to try and show off – she was headed back down to the Turtles’ lair for her first day of being trained by Master Splinter. She was early, because she wanted to see Don. She opened a secret door and walking it.
“I, Breech Loader, have returned to your lair!” she called out in a loud voice, “And I have brought with me... A TOTAL LACK OF FOOT NINJAS!”
Silence. The lair was active; lights were on and the fountain was running; but nobody greeted her. She almost expected Mikey to fly out of nowhere, but she'd be disappointed if she were looking forward to such a thing.
"Meh. Whatever," Breech walked in, "Don? Master Splinter?" her ears pricked up, listening for the sounds of somebody breathing, "I'm here for my first session of training."
At the time, only two turtles were present, and their distant voices barely made their way to her ears. They came from the obstacle course, the one Mikey had shown her the night prior.
"So, all I have to do is hold onto the board, and spin without screaming my shell off?" Mikey asked. His voice was unique among his brothers, as if he intentionally spoke to be excited.
"Not exactly. You have to use the momentum you gain from the first ramp, Mikey. That's why I keep telling you to dip lower and move faster while you're on it." Donatello spoke to his brother with a guiding, instructive voice that managed to not be stern in the least.
"Ah," Breech mumbled to herself. The youngest of four was loud, easy to hear. Maybe she could teach him a thing or two about stealth. But she was glad Don was in. She headed straight for the obstacle course, and looked in, "I'm here," she said loudly. She looked at Don teaching Mikey how to skateboard, "That's some nice tutoring, Don," she commented, more normally.
Naturally, Mikey's focus had diverted completely to her. "Salutations, Ninja-Dudette! Don was just about to show me a new-" But his mouth was instantly covered by his brother's hand. He continued anyway. "-mmf nmmfmmft knnfmmf tmmff!"
Don greeted her shyly. "Welcome back, Breech. I was just explaining the science behind a new trick I'll be teaching Mikey to do someday soon."
"Yeah, well, today's been a good day for the few hours I've been awake," Breech smiled, "I'd like to keep it that way. But with Raphael not being here, that's a good start. Am I early?"
Mikey tried speaking again, but was impossible to understand due to Don's lime-green hand, "Mmm Mmm dmm fmm, dmmm pmmm!!"
Don smirked at her statement. "That's ironic, because we feel the same way. Getting Raph to stop talking about you was like getting Casey to wear a tux."
Mikey escaped Don's hand by pulling it down. "It's cuz he's jealous of how HOT you are!" Then, quite comically, he slid the hand back onto his mouth. Anyone could tell that he was still grinning, though.
"Let me guess," Breech smirked, putting on a bad Brooklyn accent, "She's a traituh, she's just a frikkin' bitch, bet she's gonna betray us tuh the Fut tamorruh."
Mikey made a snickering laugh under his brother's hand, though even it was muffled. His laugh always had a certain... frisk, to it. Very differently to his brothers, and possibly anyone Breech had ever met. Though it wasn’t hard to tell that her life had lacked laughter.
Don smiled. "That was pretty good. You two really need to start getting along, though. Otherwise, you guys might end up causing something you'll both regret."
"Something he'll regret," Breech corrected Don, "So, uh, where are the other guys? I was kinda looking forward to my first day of training..."
The oldest turtle in her presence seemed about to answer her question, but Mikey, growing tired of his inability to communicate, snickered into his brother's hand. A second later, Donatello's hand was off his face, and dripping with slobber. His face went grossed, tongue sticking out bemusedly. "Aaeeelllghh!" The purple-clad turtle swapped his hand at the ground, strong spots of saliva flying off it. "Mikey!"
Michelangelo laughed sporadically. "Ha, that's what you get! I brush my teeth every day to get my handsome smile! Cover it up, you're gonna get slobbered!" Walking toward Breech and away from his instructing sibling, he crossed his arms. "Your hand tastes like pizza, Bro! You should give Breech a taste!"
Breech rolled her eyes, but did her best to ignore Mikey, "Where are the other guys?" she repeated, "Do I really need to make it more monosyllabic than that?"
Don held his hand up, slime still dripping off of it. "They're out shopping. It was actually my turn, but Master Splinter didn't want to risk you being here with Raph, and only Mikey to keep you two from exposing each other's intestines."
"Hey Donny. Why don't you show your giiiirrrrlllfriiiend how totally hip you are on a skateboard! Bet she'll be impreee-eeessssed."
"Yeah, why not?" Breech asked, "Mikey does say you're better than him... and that's something I'd like to see."
...was Don blushing? "Well, I - uh... I suppose I could, it's just..." He rubbed the back of his head accordingly. It'd become one of his signature traits.
"Donny here gets Stage Fright! He's a Lone Performer, not a Spotlight Ranger like me! C'mon, 'tello! What's the worst that could happen? You fall on your shell and get made fun of for the rest of your life by your girlfriend and your baby brother!?" He laughed, as expected.
"Umm..." Don was sweating now.
"No, but seriously! All jokes aside, you've gotta show Ninja-Dudette how rad you are on that board! I totally hyped you up, it'd look bad on both of us if you didn't follow up! ...unless ya got feathers on your shell. Chicken!" This would work. It had to!
"Don, I came here to train," Breech pointed out, "I get the feeling somebody's gonna get humiliated today. Mikey's already done his share by opening his mouth. Now it's your turn. Or, if you're as good as he says, maybe not."
A sigh and two deep breaths later, Don gave in. "Okay. But. Promise you'll still date me if I end up doing something totally freakish and out of this world?" He smiled, now, and stomped on the edge of the board, as Mikey did the night before; only he let it flip twice before he caught it.
"All right! Breech, prepare to be shell-shocked!" Mikey shot a winning pose, fist in the air. "Oh, and you gotta say the line! You know which one!"
"Go on..." Breech made the circular motion with her hand that indicated he should continue.
Fortunately for the hesitant Donatello, his oldest brother's voice halted the entire scene, therefore preventing him from being peer-pressured into skateboarding. He knew for a fact that the sport came easy to him, but it wasn't something he was particularly proud of. The last thing he wanted to come across as was a show-off. Being acknowledged for his intelligence or his handy work would have been much preferred.
You're early, Breech," Leo commented as he entered the obstacle course unnoticed, "I guess you're looking forward to your first training session with the Turtles, huh? Learning how to fight with honour, instead of sticking a knife in somebody's back?"
The slender feline turned to face him, a little surprised, "Oh, hey Leo. Don and Mikey said you were out with Master Splinter and Raphael. But yeah... that's why I'm here, isn't it? Well, that and Donny..."
"Leo!" Donny shouted excitedly.
"Leo!" Mikey shouted disappointedly.
Don grinned, and dropped the skateboard. "Oh well. There goes that!"
Mikey crossed his arms. "Puh. She's new here, but Leo's the home wrecker. How the shell does that work?!"
Breech smirked, "Oh well... looks like Don's not going to be the one to get humiliated after all," she smiled, "No offence, Donny," she added to him.
"None taken." He replied. "Let's go, Mikey. You know how Leo gets when he doesn't get his afternoon training in."
Mikey's smile returned, now. "Yeah. You should see 'im, Breech. He turns into E.T. or somethin'. Head gets all shrivelled up and he talks in long words!"
"Huh," Leo smiled, "Well, after all you've been going on about Breech's grace and skill, I think it's about time we saw some of it too. Who knows who'll be humiliated today?"
Don looked over at Mikey, and he was sure Leo would, too. "Yeah. Who knows..."
Leo glanced at Mikey. Master Splinter would probably want to see Breech's skills when pitted against one of his brothers - or himself, for that matter. He was pretty sure it would be Mikey. Don might go easy on her, a match with Raph would end in some serious injuries on one side or another, and he wasn't sure if it was quite fair for her to fight him... but Mikey seemed appropriate. He wondered who was going to get humiliated.
"Maybe Mikey will open his mouth again?" Breech suggested as they left the obstacle course and headed for the dojo.
Donatello followed them, Mikey not far behind. "Hey Don, you better hope you're not the first one Master Splinter picks to spar with Ninja-Dudette. If you are, she might wipe the floor with your shell and you'll have superiority problems your entire marriage!"
Don considered this, and replied with a smile, fully aware that Breech could hear. "Y'know, I considered that. But as if turns out, I think I'd prefer it if she could beat me up. It would certainly keep me in check. Wouldn't you say?"
Mikey stopped, and watched Don pass him with a raised eyebrow. "Dude. Wik-ishhh!" It was the best whiplash sound he could muster.
When they entered the dojo, Master Splinter was already waiting for them. Raphael was also there. He looked as if he was just itching to go up against Breech. Splinter spoke first though, "I'm sure that the five of you know what happens in this sparring match. Bridget is new here. None of us have witnessed her abilities, but I am certain she will be an excellent example of Foot Ninja training - and therefore, it would be good practice for any of you to spar with her, and gain an insight into your enemy's techniques in a safe environment. I also wish to witness her level of training for myself."
Raphael crossed his arms, peering at her through bold eyes. "Ditto."
"Double-ditto!" Mikey called out with a raised hand.
"I hope I won't disappoint, Master Splinter," Breech said simply, "Are there any boundaries I should know about for this match? Cuz you know, there aren't any on the streets. And who am I going to spar against? I don't think I could deal with all four of you."
"I have already considered this," Splinter told her, "You wield short-range melee weapons. It seems fair that you would best display your ability with another who wields a similar weapon," Raphael visibly perked up, "Michelangelo," Splinter told his most energetic son, "Bridget. Your challenges are to disarm and pin the other, and to not seriously injure each other in the process," he concluded, although this was more to Breech than to his youngest pupil.
A large square in the center of the dojo, ironically called a ring, would be their battleground. Mikey jumped into it. "Huh-ho! Didja hear that, Donny!? Master Splinter told me to pin your squeeze, so you can't get mad at me when I do!" He twirled his nunchucks excitedly, but skilfully. Nunchucks were among the most complicated of not just short-range weapons, but any weapons at all. This display alone was enough to compliment how skilled he actually was. "Aw, and poor Raph eats the dust again! I'll enjoy this one for you, Bro!"
Breech tilted her head, looking at her opponent and trying to work out how she was going to pin him. He weighed about seventy pounds more than her; how could she possibly pin him without first causing serious injury?
Raphael grumbled, but did nothing more. Donatello, on the other hand, also had his arms crossed, but watched much more intently.
Michelangelo stood poised, nunchucks twirling in his hands. He retained the same attitude he did outside the dojo. He spun the left pair above his head, and the second pair across his body to his left. This eliminated any chances of guessing which arm he would attack with first, or if he would attack at all.
Leo observed closely, interested in how skilled Breech would be. Mikey was maybe the least skilled of all of them, and he suspected this was why he had been chosen. Master Splinter just wasn't so crass as to put it that way.
Breech produced both tessen, and opened them with a sharp flick of her wrists. Opening a fan took little skill, but to open it fully, in one move, and hold it open, was a display of ability with them, if somewhat less flashy than her terrapin oponent's display. She shifted, both tessen held in a position that shielded the best part of her body; chest, face and torso. The tessen were an excellent weapon to be used for defence. And without even moving, her entire body and face changed, and she had the appearance of a predator, in a position ready for fight or flight.
In an instant it was more than openly obvious, to a warrior such as herself, why Splinter's wisdom had lead to Mikey's primary weapon being a doubled pair of nunchucks. The constant twirling provided much distraction, and though noisy, made it difficult to hear the bearer's breathing. They could be used for multiple purposes. When it came to Michelangelo, anything could go. He grinned in Breech's direction, fear absent from his eyes. In fact, he was taunting her already.
Breech 's feline eyes fastened on his, not allowing herself to be distracted by the nunchucks. They made for good defence, as much as her own tessen did. A sword might get tangled up, and so would a bo. Short-range weapons would require getting in close and risking a broken arm, "I should have brought some shuriken," she said dryly. Then she shifted slightly, and with her left fan made a slight 'bring it on' gesture.
Leonardo couldn't help but be amused at that. It was the sort of move Raphael would pull, but with a fan it was much more effective as a taunt.
Mikey grinned visibly. "You should've brought some bandages!" He was young, he was naive, and he was innocent. But he wasn't stupid. He knew that in order to defeat a brand-new opponent, he'd have to remain brand-new to her. He switched positions, so his arms crossed from one side to the other, both hands twirling nunchucks. He even tested her, throwing an arm forward as if he were about to strike, but stopping mid-way and going on with the twirling. "Made ya look!"
"You talk too much," Breech said simply, shifting into a new position. Leonardo recognised her attitude as somebody far more business-like to the matter of fighting than Michelangelo, or Raphael for that matter. It was doubtful, during a real match and not a spar, that she'd talk at all.
Meanwhile, Breech was working out a strategy. She'd need to get behind Mikey if she was going to get close enough to beat him. Which meant she had to surprise him. So, for now, she stood defensive. Right now she was wondering if she stood there long enough, whether the hyper-active turtle would just get bored.
"See? I told you guys the other day! Chicks say my eyes are pretty! And the one across the squared circle's not lookin' anywhere else!" He decided on a different tactic, now. If she wouldn't come to him, he'd go to her, and taunt her up-close. He assumed his original position, only with opposite arms, and began walking towards her. His position was completely defensive, she'd have to move, or get her fan all chained up. "Tell you what, I'll give you a closer look. Ha-ha!"
Well, it was a start. Breech took a few steps away, backing away. Then, just as Mikey was assuming she wouldn't do anything offensive, she jumped easily over his head, landing and spinning on one foot , swinging a closing tessen at his shoulder like a club, while the other remained open to defend herself. The speed she performed the manoeuvre with was impressive, and the strike was intended to numb his right arm long enough to get further strikes in.
Mikey split his legs apart, ducking instantly. "Huh-ho!" He followed up immediately, using the furthest nunchuck to whack her tessen upwards. He used the momentum of his arm to flip back, away from her, and regain a defensive position.
Breech nodded slightly and returned to her defensive position again, knowing that move wouldn't work for some time. Maybe something else would work? It all depended on who had the better grip on their weapon. Or maybe another opportunity would present itself.
"Aw, come on, Breech! You moved a shell of a lot more than this in that bedroom with Don last night! You can do better than this!" He stopped the twirling, and caught both chucks in his armpits, his hands holding the remainders. This was a striking position. "Or are ya just intimidated by my masculine pecks!?" He was toying with her. His child-like attitude gave off the assumption that he was weak. But his arms showed otherwise...
"Like I said, Mikey," Breech smirked, "You talk too much." Then she leapt again, but this time not landing behind him, but in front. Mikey swung a nunchuck forward to hit her, but she'd anticipated this and dropped into a split even as he did so, swinging a strike up, while guarding her face and upper body with the open tessen.
The orange-masked ninja dodged by bending backwards onto his hands, laughing all the way. Her missed strike gave him ample time to wrap both his legs around her arm, and pull her into a toss. He could have turned this into a Wrestling manoeuvre, but this was a weapons spar, not Judo. The moment his legs grabbed hold of her arm, he snickered.
Breech didn't bother trying to pull away. She pushed forward this time, her hand and closed tessen slamming into his plastron. It wasn't an effective strike, but that wasn't the point. She just used him as she would have used the floor to push herself into a one-handed handspring, landing behind his head and striking down. If he was going to get up, his back would be to her. If he was going to stay where he was, he'd get a good old blow to the head. The fact that she had just used his plastron to perform a handspring was enough to slam him onto his back again as it was. Breech was displaying not only skill, but ingenuity at dealing with those who were stronger than her.
Mikey was on his shell, but all was not lost. He still had his trusty nunchucks, and it was times like these they really came in handy. An attempted blow to his skull was just what he needed, because he spun his left chuck towards her, his arm striking in a circular motion. His weapon would either wrap around her wrist just before the tessen struck him, or it'd knock the fan itself right out of her hand. Regardless, he'd follow it up with a good blow to the chest, his sitting position providing him the stability required to counter her blow.
The nunchuck wrapped around the tessen, ready to pull it out of Breech's hand. She'd been prepared for this from the start though, and the fan snapped open. The move lost her one tessen due to Mikey's grip, but also dragged that nunchuck out of Mikey's hand. Now they were both fighting with one weapon, and her oppressor was on the floor. She didn't wait, but lunged forward with an open fan, its blades aimed at his neck. If it actually connected - even though it technically wouldn't - it would slit his throat.
Mikey rolled backward, his neck rolling on the floor along with his head, and his legs followed, extended, locked out. He kicked Breech in the chest, sending her away from him rather than towards him, and proceeded to roll onto his feet. "Whoa! I might have to start playing rough with you! You're no housecat, that's for sure!" He flipped his remaining nunchuck, and held it in its most basic position - stretched along his left forearm, both ends held by a hands.
"I'd say she's about to go feral on his shell," Leo commented to Donny.
Breech moved her remaining tessen into an equally defensive position, and her claws extended on all four paws, "Oh, so you weren't pulling your punches," she smirked.
Mikey smirked right back. "Y'know, you need to quit being so frisky, Kitty-Cat! Or I might have to start taking you seriously!" He watched her with a grin. He definitely approved of Donny's new girlfriend. But he'd have to go all out on her if he wanted to win, and avoid Raph's taunting about him getting his shell handed to him by a girl. This being said, he twirled his chucks around his body once, and holstered them. "I've figured you out, Tuna-Breath! I won't be needing these anymore." He snickered, and dared her to come towards him.
Don's position hadn't changed. "I dunno. I wouldn't underestimate either of them. Especially Mikey. The tactic he's using right now always works on Raph, and Breech has an attitude similar to his. I have a slap-mark on my face to prove it." He looked on, mildly amused, but ultimately impressed.
"You must really have a penchant for pain, Mikey," Breech smirked. Unlike Mikey, she did not holster her weapon. He was practically daring her to jump forward, and she doubted another forward jump would work right now. So saying, she faked it, jumping at him - and then twisting her entire body mid air to land by his side, holding up her fan in defence as she swept a leg around, aiming to knock him off his feet.
It didn't work, though, as he leapt forward and out of the way, an easy frontal summersault to get out of her reach. "Too slow! Ha!" He spun around to face her.
Breech growled, sharp teeth showing, and dove forward, sliding between Mikey's legs and swinging a closed tessen up from behind at his shell, if not enough to hurt then enough to knock him off balance.
She underestimated his acrobatic tendencies. This was just what he wanted; for her to chase him. It was really a matter of common sense. He had no weapon, so he wasn't focussed on attacking. He was focussed solely on dodging, and frustrating her. He dodged with a simple, powerful jump toward the ceiling, to which he flipped and kicked off of, to land on the opposite side of the ring - on one hand. "That was even worse! C'mon, Sylvester! Move your butt, putty-tat!"
Donny commented to Leo. "See? Just as I suspected. Mikey's not attacking her body. He's attacking her head. And he doesn't need a weapon for it, he just needs his big mouth."
"Oh, you want to play on the ceiling?" Breech smirked suddenly, and holstered her tessen, "Well, I'll need both hands for that..." She threw her body into a series of handsprings, but just before she reached Mikey, leapt up, grabbing a rafter, swinging herself around it once, and launching herself, feet first, at his plastron, her speed further increased by the momentum given by the manoeuvres.
Mikey leapt forward, over her, as her body shot past beneath him as an arrow. For a fraction of a second, their eyes met. And it was that moment, she knew she was fucked. She didn't see Mikey tumble to his feet, and she didn't see him laugh when he did. But she heard it. She had lost half the battle now, for when she turned to face him, his cheesy, slap-stick grin was being fanned by her remaining tessen, which was now in his control. "Feels like the wind's blowing in my direction. What's the matter, Breech? Lose your biggest fan?"
Raph slapped his forehead. "He HAD tuh say it.."
"And you've got a weapon you're unfamiliar with," Breech answered, "I'd say we're about even, kiddo." Strategy wasn't any good now. Time for the alternative approach, she decided. Then, her ears pinned flat against her head, and she hissed, showing two rows of sharp teeth. Without hesitating, Breech leapt straight at Mikey, arms outstretched. With one hand messing about with a weapon he wasn't familiar with, he could only toss her with one hand, and she was waiting for that move, landing on her feet gracefully, but not letting go of his wrist.
"Psyche!" she grinned wickedly.
She had hold of his wrist, and they were standing face-to-face. Once again, she fought using logic, rather than simplicity. Michelangelo was stronger than her, and unless she was going to attempt an arm-bar with her legs, there was no way she could do any decent damage on him like this. Not without her weapons. Which, by the way, were also a diversion. Her display of sharp teeth pried him to repay her show, and he grinned cheerfully at her. In fact, he even said the word. "Cheeeese!" Before pulling her toward him, and side-stepping out of the way, in hope she'd have tried leaping onto him as a result. Still, he had her right where he wanted her; up close and personal. "Ready to hit the ground? Cause' I kinda wanna see Leo and Raph fight now."
Leo felt like clapping. For a moment, Breech had fooled Mikey into believing that she was going to just throw herself at him in an unstrategic, animalistic rage, but had been in control of herself the whole time.
Breech didn't even try to pull away - Mikey might not be as strong as the others, but he was still considerably stronger than she was. Instead, she dug her claws into his arm deep enough to draw blood and so that he could not push her away, and swung her hardest right-hook at his jaw. Despite her lesser weight and strength, if it connected it would hurt enough for more damage to be done. And her claws hurt anyway.
Michelangelo didn't cringe, but acknowledged the pain by clamping his jaw, teeth grinding in the process. This had to end now, he was bleeding! And it hurt. When her swing reached his face, he withdrew his head, the strike missing its connection. He had to wait 'til the very last millisecond, so she'd fully expect it to hit. This caught her off-guard, and due to the swing and her inability to react to its failure to hit him on time, he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and fell. Her missed strike left her unbalanced, and her grip on his wrist was too deep to let go of quick enough for her to use that hand. She ended up on her back, chest-pressed under his plastron.
"I love being a turtle!" He yelled with a harmonious echo from within his shell.
And just like that, the fight was over. Breech was the only one who had actually drawn blood, but Mikey had fulfilled the requirements of the challenge. Nonetheless, the sparring match had taken its toll on them both. Breech was still trying to get into a position to kick Mikey off her, when Master Splinter stood up, clapping.
"Well done, Michelangelo," he told his son, "And you too, Bridget. You have both displayed ingenuity and self-control in this sparring match, as well as strength, stamina and agility."
Don poked Leo with his elbow. "See? Didn't I tell you she was great?"
Mikey was still wincing when he revealed his head, and held her in place for another moment. "Um. Breech? Maybe we can hold hands during a movie or something, and not when I'm bleeding?" Her claws were still in his wrist, and he was in no hurry to move.
"Yeah, like that's self-control," Breech muttered, referring to Michelangelo, before looking up and glaring as her claws retracted, "Mikey, would you kindly get off me now? You must outweigh me by about seventy pounds and you're crushing my ribs!"
He used a knee to lift his body off of hers. "Remind me to buy you some toenail clippers for Christmas next year. Ow..." He rubbed his wrist. "Hey Donny? Got any bandages? I just got out of a really serious cat-fight..."
That was actually a good joke. He hadn't seen it coming. Don replied with his usual, soft tone. "Nope. None with Spongebob Squarepants pictures on them, anyway."
"Very impressive," Leo couldn't help but agree, "I guess if we were Foot Ninja, like you're used to training with, Mikey'd be the one on his back right now. But you know what they say - the student is only as good as the master."
Mikey grinned, and offered her a hand. "Good match, Breech! Huh-haw, you're a lot faster than I thought you'd be! And you've got one shell of a grip on you!"
Raph said nothing. He just watched.
Breech tilted her head for a moment, then nodded, shaking Mikey's hand, "You just got lucky," she told him, "If you didn't have all that shell, I'd have won."
"Yeah?" His grin was actually genuine. He wasn't joking around. One could guess that this was the equivalent to Donny's soft smile. "Well, you're lucky you have all that woman. Otherwise, you'd have been free game!" A stalemate. It was perfect.
Donatello nodded his head from the sidelines. "That was amazing, Breech! The way you ricocheted off the ceiling like that? I'm afraid my bo wouldn't stand much of a chance against those tessen of yours."
Raphael grumbled. "Aw, shut up, Donny! How good could she be? She just lost tuh Mikey!"
Breech smirked slightly at Don's compliment, "Well you're all lucky this was just for fun, cuz these claws of mine could've ripped your little brother to shreds," she turned to Mikey, "You'd best go get that arm bandaged up," she told him, nodding at his cut left forearm.
"Nuh-uh! No way, Ninja-Dudette! We have a rule in this house! You break it, you fix it!"
Donatello laughed. "I'm afraid he's right, Breech. Looks like you're going to have to play nurse on that arm."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Breech chuckled, "Want me to kiss it better, Mikey? You should have let me land that punch then."
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Harley: Breech got beat by Mikey. Just barely. This isn't the last time that she will fight a turtle though.
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