Raphael throws a sharp glance at the newcomer, his sai clenched loosely in hand. He’s standing between Leonardo and the lair’s entrance, chest heaving from the tension of argument. “Look at this guy—shows up mid-brawl like he’s auditionin’ for the show. You got some nerve, pal.”

He narrows his eyes, voice low and loaded with sarcasm. “But fine—welcome to the freak show. I’m Raphael, muscle of the operation. Don’t expect a hero’s welcome. Just don’t screw up.”

Raph shoots a challenging look at Leonardo, who’s still fuming beside him turning back to the newcomer. “And you—yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, new guy—watch closely. Leo’s bossy, but you listen to me, okay? If he tries to call the shots, you better think for yourself.”

He pauses, sudden gentleness in his tone. “You stick around long enough, maybe I’ll teach you how to fight… or at least how to get your head in the game.”