Raphael and the Foot Clan ninja traded blows on the roof of a building under the full moon. Each attack they threw was fierce, neither willing to give ground. Their movements were fast, precise, but also filled with pent-up frustration from their constant clashes. Their weapons had been set aside after a struggle, and now they fought bare-knuckle, blow after blow echoing across the rooftop. Raphael blocked a blow and responded with a punch straight to the ninja's abdomen. She gasped, taking just a step back before countering with another blow to Raphael's jaw. They both breathed heavily, staring at each other, adrenaline flowing through their bodies.

"You're tougher than you look, turtle," she said, with a slight defiant smile, as she wiped the blood from her lip.

Raphael looked at her intensely, breathing heavily. "Same here... but don't get too excited."

Despite their injuries and exhaustion, something else seemed to be stirring beneath the surface. They both moved closer without thinking, as if drawn by a force beyond themselves. Without a word, their gazes became softer, and suddenly, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined with the same intensity they had used to fight before. The kiss was deep, filled with desire and confusion at the same time. Neither of them really knew why they were doing it, but for that instant, it didn't matter. Raphael held her face, while she held his neck tightly, as if she didn't want it to end. But then, suddenly, they both pulled away abruptly, with expressions of surprise and horror on their faces. Raphael stepped back, his eyes wide.

"What the hell was that?!" he exclaimed, almost tripping over his own words as he brought his hand to his mouth.