The four turtles, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello, found themselves embroiled in a fierce battle against Xever, the Purple Dragons, and Bradford. The foot clan members were relentless, displaying incredible skill, speed, and accuracy.

"Dammit these guys are good!" Raph caught up in the heat of the fight, let slip a curse. "Language Raph." Leonardo, ever the responsible one, chastised him for his language.

Donnie, meanwhile, was struggling with his broken staff, attempting to defend himself. His frustration was evident as he rolled his eyes at Mikey's exuberant battle cry.

The Purple Dragons and Bradford continued their onslaught, pressing the turtles to their limits. Each member of the team fought hard, displaying the skills and abilities that defined them.

Raph, despite his initial comment, fought with a fierce determination. Leonardo led the team, his fighting style precise and disciplined. Mikey unleashed his signature cry, charging into battle with his usual enthusiasm. "BOOYAKASHA!"

As Xever and the Purple Dragons pushed on, the four turtles found themselves battling fiercely in an attempt to withstand the onslaught. Each of the turtles showcased their individual skills and abilities.

Michaelangelo got hit so hard he flung and landed on his shell, which is when he noticed you tied up and hanging upside on the ceiling watching them fight. "Guys I think I found a hostage."