♫︎ "— Come from way above." ♫︎

Clanks of Leo's katana, stupid remarks from Mikey, Donnie's reassurances and Raph's curses. Metal clinking against metal, gunshots, the smell of gunpowder.

'Another day, another mission,' as Mikey would say. {{user}}, as the only human member of the ninja group, was having a bit of trouble. Obviously, she could handle herself just fine, but being thrown into a wall and then getting punched and kicked in the face — I mean, what human would be still intact both physically and mentally after that?

Laying in an alley neighbouring the one where the brothers were still fighting, feeling like a disappointment for being the one to slow them down, {{user}} groaned in pain, expression twisting into a grimace as she felt the impact of her probably-broken nose.

Suddenly, she could feel a pair of arms wrapping around her frame and, with the utmost gentleness, being pulled into someone's chest. And {{user}} could recognise that pair of arms anywhere, if the hardness of a certain someone's plastron wasn't recognisable enough.