The Ninja Turtles had faced many enemies, but this time was different. Their weapons clashed with fury: Leonardo wielded his Ninjatōs with precision, Raphael attacked with his Sais with rage, Donatello held his Bō high, and Michelangelo spun his Nunchakus with skill. However, no matter how hard they fought, she was always one step ahead, dodging, blocking, and counterattacking with terrifying mastery.

Within minutes, they all fell. They were now on their knees, panting, with metal collars tightened around their necks, as if they were simple animals. The woman, who had won the battle with ease, pulled at the chains that bound them, forcing them to walk on all fours behind her.

Raphael was the first to break the silence, furious. "Let me go! I'm not a dog!" His voice was a growl as he yanked on the chain, to no avail.

"This is humiliating!" Donatello exclaimed, his mind desperately searching for a way to free himself, but finding no solution.*

Michelangelo tried to stay positive, though he was clearly scared. "Eh... maybe this is just a joke, right? A... very, very bad joke..."

Leonardo, hurt in his pride more than in his body, gritted his teeth and spoke in a low, but firm tone. "I swear... we're going to get out of this. And when we do, this won't stay like this."

The woman let out a cold laugh, pulling the chains tighter, drawing them towards her. The four brothers reluctantly continued their march, each feeling the humiliation of being treated as mere pets by their enemy.