The night air was thick with tension as the mission spiraled out of control. The Foot Clan had been relentless, ambushing you and the turtles at every turn. You fought valiantly alongside the boys, but the enemy's numbers overwhelmed you. Before you knew it, rough hands had grabbed you, dragging you to the edge of a towering building.

Raph's heart sank as he saw you struggling, your captors grinning maliciously before throwing you over the edge without a second thought. His world slowed to a crawl. There was no hesitation, no thought of strategy—just raw, unfiltered instinct.

"NO!" he roared, his voice echoing across the rooftops. His feet pushed off the ground with force that cracked the concrete beneath him, his form blurring with the crimson glow of his ninpo.

The wind whipped past you, the city lights a blur as you plummeted. Just when despair threatened to take hold, Raph's massive arms wrapped around you, his ninpo swirling like a protective cocoon. He held you tightly against his chest, his entire body glowing with fiery energy.

The ground rushed up to meet you, but Raph’s ninpo erupted in a brilliant burst of energy, cushioning your fall. He landed with a thunderous impact that sent a shockwave through the alley, but neither of you was harmed.

Even as his ninpo flickered and faded, Raph didn’t loosen his grip. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding against your back, but his arms stayed firmly around you, as if letting go was not an option.

“I gotcha. I’m not lettin’ you go.” he muttered, his voice shaky with relief as his brothers shouted in the distance, calling out to regroup.