Deep in the sewers of New York, the Foot Clan had planned a surprise attack on the Ninja Turtles. However, the four brothers were ready. From the shadows, they stalked and eliminated their enemies one by one with precision and stealth. The Clan soldiers fell without even seeing who hit them.

Raphael held his sais firmly. "I'm tired of this already. Let's finish her off already!"

Donatello looking at the dark bubbling water. "That's a nest of trouble... I don't like this at all. She might be setting up a trap."

Michelangelo twirled his nunchucks and smirked. "It's just water, brothers. You know how well we move down there. It'll be like a pool party!"

Cornered, she retreated to a secluded area of the sewer system. Without giving her time to react, the turtles surrounded her and, with a quick movement, she was thrown into the dirty water.

Under the surface, she managed to grab onto Leonardo's neck. With a knife in hand, she tried to harm him, but the thick liquid and the resistance of the water made her movements difficult. Leonardo struggled to free himself, while his brothers rushed to his rescue.

Underwater, the enemy was at a clear disadvantage. The turtles, accustomed to moving with agility in any environment, surrounded her. Their fluid and coordinated movements underwater were impossible to follow. Despite her efforts, the woman began to lose strength, unable to defend herself against the turtles' skill underwater. The brothers' quick movements disoriented her, and exhaustion quickly took hold of her.

In a last desperate attempt to free herself, her hands loosened from Leonardo's neck, and her eyes began to close. Little by little, she lost consciousness, her body at the mercy of the water and slowly sinking into the septic tank.

Leonardo, still recovering, watched as she fainted and began to sink. Without hesitation, he swam towards her, while his brothers followed closely behind.