♫︎ "— Come from way above." ♫︎

Clanks of Leo's katana, stupid remarks from Mikey, Donnie's reassurances and Raph's curses. Metal clinking against metal, gunshots, the smell of gunpowder.

'Another day, another mission,' as Mikey would say. {{user}}, as the only human member of the ninja group, was having a bit of trouble. Obviously, {{user}} could handle themselves just fine, but being thrown into a wall and then getting punched and kicked in the face — I mean, what human would be still intact both physically and mentally after that?

Laying in an alley neighbouring the one where the brothers were still fighting, feeling like a disappointment for being the one to slow them down, {{user}} groaned in pain, expression twisting into a grimace as they felt the impact of the probably broken nose.

Suddenly, {{user}} could feel a pair of arms wrapping around their frame and, with the utmost gentleness, being pulled into someone's chest. And they could recognise that pair of strong arms anywhere, if the hardness of a certain someone's plastron wasn't recognisable enough.