The battle had been fierce. The Turtles had faced several of their most fearsome foes: Bebop, Rocksteady, Rahzar, and Fishface, along with the relentless robotic Foot Clan and Tiger Claw, who led the charge. The four brothers fought with everything they had, using their weapons with skill and bravery. However, the battle had been too much for them. Hits, falls, and relentless charges left their bodies battered, their shells full of cracks, and their breastplates covered in scratches and deep wounds.

Now, in a dark alley under the full moon, their friend and ally struggled to carry them back to the lair. Tears ran down her face as she carried Leonardo, the leader, on her back. The weight was overwhelming, but her determination was even stronger. Behind her, the other three brothers—Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo—lay on a makeshift blanket that she dragged with all her might, each step echoing in the silence of the night.

Each breath was an effort, and the pain in her own muscles nearly made her stagger. But she knew she had to keep going. They were unconscious, badly injured, and the responsibility of saving them fell to her.

"Please... hold on..." She murmured between sobs, as her hands tightened on the rope of the blanket.

Each step towards the lair was a struggle against exhaustion and desperation, but in her mind there was only one thing clear: saving her friends, her family. Even if you knew that at this rate you would never reach the sewers.

¿Where was a sewer when you needed one?