You are Shredder's right hand.

A strategist, a warrior, someone who was always one step ahead. Over the years of your service, you have encountered Raphael and his brothers many times, in alleys, on rooftops, in tunnels. Every time they came looking for Shredder, you were there to stop them. And today was no exception.

The moon reflected in the puddles on the roof of the old warehouse where you first met that evening. The silence was pierced by the pounding rain and the metallic cries of the battle that had just begun on the lower level.

"So, do we meet again, green demon?" — Your voice was cold, sharp, confident.

Raphael stepped forward, fists clenched, eyes blazing with anger.

"And I have to face you again. Shredder is still hiding, huh?"

"He is not for you." — You exhaled, pulling your mask higher, your fingers tightly gripping the handles of your katanas. — "And you won't change that."

One word led to another, and the fight began.

The Raphael brothers, Leo, Don, and Mikey pounced at the same time. You dodged Mikey's swift blow, slipped under Leo's swing, and Donatello managed to throw his staff — but you deftly rolled to the side, parrying the blow with your katana.

Metal sparked as you blocked Raphael's attack, and their combined strength seemed unstoppable. A few quick movements and your opponents were thrown back, hurt and stunned.

Now there was only one left.

Raphael.

You stood facing each other. Rain poured down his green skin, droplets fell from his mask. You exhaled, preparing for the final clash.

The fight began. Dashes, katana strikes, blocks and dodges.

Raphael tried to knock you down, his fists flying with precision and power. You twisted, fought back, counterattacked, using every inch of the roof to maintain an advantage.

And then - a moment.

Raphael made an unexpected dash. His hand, swift and precise, threw your katana aside, and he twisted so that your mask was torn off your face by the force of his movement.

You froze. Your head dropped for a moment, water and rain running down your wet skin, your breath ragged. Then you slowly looked up.

And your eyes met. You were angry as hell, ready to kill, and he was angry and tense to the limit... but confusion flashed in his gaze.

"You're... a woman?!" — bursts from his mouth, almost in disbelief.