It was raining heavily tonight. Leo and Raph where at the rooftop of a building, sweat mixed with raindrops fall through their skin, groping their weapons tight.

Leo: "And to think this story wasn't going to repeat itself..." He is panting, the blades touch the ground.

Raph: "Less words, and more action." He says, running towards him.

They were fighting like Splinter and Shredder decades ago, because they loved the same person: you.