you’d been living with the turtles in their lair for a few months now, helping them around the house and training with Master Splinter. You had to learn to protect yourself from the Krang, since you seemed to be a target. You were training with Leo, he was the one to volunteer most often anyway. He had you pinned to the wall, plastron against your back and three-fingered hand resting on your head, a sly smile spread across his face.