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Charging Backwards

It had been an ambush; of course it had been an ambush. After seventeen years they finally figured out the correct way to get him, they finally put the pieces together and realized that he always protected the weak.

In this case the weak being a screaming woman with her clothes in tatters and a Purple Dragon practically on top of her, about to do the unhonorable.

Leonardo had chosen a new path to go home on, not the normal one that he had already ran hours ago with his brothers.

He had felt restless, cooped up when they had returned to the Lair. They had already patrolled that night and found nothing out of the ordinary. So, the brothers had returned home and broke off to their own vices.

Michelangelo had run to his video games whooping and hollering about wanting to beat the high score Raph had set earlier in the day.

Raphael had bid ado to the family claiming he would be in the garage for the remainder of the night supping up his bright red motorcycle that he fondly called his Baby.

Donatello, no surprise to his family, had called over his shoulder to his brothers as he ventured into his lab. He had broadcasted to the entire Lair full of four people that they were not to bother him for the next three hours under the penalty of death.

This had left Leonardo standing by the Lair door with no want to read or meditate or even train.

He wished Master Splinter would come home from his yearly pilgrimage early so they could play a round of chess or talk.

Splinter had journeyed to Japan, as he always did in the month of April, to visit the foreign lands and feel the peaceful bliss of being back in the ancient county.

Leo had sighed, feeling restless.

Finally, after much deliberation he turned back to the closed door of the Lair and shouted behind him that he was going to go on a run. None of his brothers, or at least the ones who could hear him, said anything back to affirm they had even heard him, but that was fine. He would be back soon enough.

He had taken a new route thinking it would be exhilarating being on his own on less traveled rooftops. About an hour after he left the Lair he glanced up at the sky to see thick clouds obstructing the moonlight.

He knew how it went so the rain clouds didn't surprise him.

April shower bring May flowers.

He liked flowers just as much as he liked the rain but, he wasn't too keen on getting drenched to the bone tonight. It had already been such a long day.

He had just rounded the corner for home when he heard the terrified shriek below him. He slid to a stop literally feeling the heavy air seep into his lungs from the impending storm. The storm didn't bother him as much when he heard the shriek again and a smile crossed his face slowly.

Finally, some excitement.

He didn't charge into battle all half assed with eyes dark with fury. He didn't go looking for trouble. No, that was Raph's department and besides, he didn't have to go looking because trouble always seemed to find him. He was a magnet that only attracted trouble.

The old run down saying; turtle luck running true to form echoed in his head. It was Raph's favorite line whenever something went wrong or plans abruptly changed.

True, Leo didn't jump into battle but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy a good rumble. That's were his brothers pegged him wrong, he was a level-headed leader but, a level-headed leader who loved to dish up a big can of whoop- ass against criminals or gangsters who disturbed the relative peace that laid over New York on rare occasions.

It was on the third bloodcurdling scream that sounded as if it were right next to him that Leo peered over the rooftop and saw the scantily clad woman being taken advantage of.

The protector in Leo won out over his want to just stand by and wait for a Good Samaritan to come to the woman's rescue. He hopped over the roof catching a ring of the fire escape to slow his fall before flipping twice to land next to the man dressed in black.

Leonardo was still enshrouded in the shadows of night when his voice rang out crisp, "You know what I hate?" He asked not really wanting an answer.

The man quickly jumped off the woman who had stopped screaming and whimpering at the sound of Leo's voice. The man did not turn around but stayed sticky stiff facing the woman who was guarded from Leo's view.

Leo continued, "I hate you thugs who think that just because you can means you should."

The man didn't move and neither did the woman.

"I'm going to give you thirty seconds to walk away slowly before I run you through," Leo touched the hilt of one of his katana. It clinked and rustled in its sheath.

The man turned to him, a smile seeping across his face.

Leo was prepared for the man to attack him but, what he wasn't ready for the woman to charge at him as well.

In retrospect, he really should have seen the purple tattoo on the man's neck and the matching dragon across the woman's uncovered stomach.

The man rushed him with a small blade glinting in the moon light in his right hand. Leo easily took the man down without even unsheathing his blades.

The woman however, was a surprise. She attacked with fury and speed. She used her fists that had brass knuckles taped against her hands to lash out at him. Leo knew she had brass knuckles when he let his guard down and she got in a good hit to his check.

Leo spit blood then drew his swords. He was finished playing games with this woman who was still practically naked. With one clean swipe the woman was on the ground and bloody next to the man, a thin slice right through the purple dragon on her stomach being the killing blow.

He wiped the blood from his chin slightly out of breath and pissed as hell that his rescue mission had turned into an all out fight with the damsel in distress.

It was then he heard it; the sound of a hallow pipe hitting a thick hand, the grunt of deep voices from behind him.

Leo quickly turned, his eyes widened in terror. Behind him stood what looked to be the entire Purple Dragon gang with Dragon Face in the lead.

Abruptly, the blue banded turtle looked up to the roofs knowing he was out numbered here on the ground. Leo would've gasped if he hadn't had so much control over himself. There, on the rooftop were dozens of men and woman lining both sides.

The word ambush and I'm an idiot played through his head. He thought of his shell cell that was still laying on his bedside table, completely useless to him at this moment. Again the words I'm an idiot was thought through his mind.

"You know what I hate?" spat Dragon Face with a snarl on his half tattooed face. "Turtles!"

A single drop of rain splashed on Leo's swollen check and they attacked. In a flash the gang pounced on Leo from all sides.

He whipped his other sword out slicing the throat of the nearest man, he crumpled to the ground. Another woman took the fallen man's place stepping on his body in the tight space.

He sensed a baseball bat swooning down to his head. He tried to move at the last second while also trying to dodge a knife coming for his chest.

He only managed to dodge one.

The knife grazed his side, far off course from its goal of stabbing him in the heart, but the bat made contact.

The metal baseball bat smashed into his right collarbone with so much force Leo had to drop his katana then bite his lip to stop the scream of pain. He heard, actually heard his collarbone shatter.

Stars exploded in his vision as his body was engulfed with pain. Fire burned and an spit at his shoulder then worked its way through his whole body. Another two drops of rain slapped at his face

Though he was in pain he didn't skip a beat. Leonardo blocked another attack to his left side before slicing a Dragon's throat. His body went into auto pilot, protecting him with only half his brain fully functioning. The other half tried to fight off the dizziness and the want to pass out from the burning in his shoulder.

He could feel his bones rattling around.

Finally, Leo made the executive decision that maybe he should get the shell out of there.

He knew when he was outmatched, outnumbered. He knew when he needed to get away. He was not out skilled but he knew when the odds were fifty to one. The best option in his situation was to run rather than fight.

All the skill and Bushido in the world couldn't stop fifty semi trained men and woman with guns and chains and pipes.

After all, Leo was tired. He had run almost ten miles and jumped over half the rooftops of New York City already by the time he had stupidly decided to jump to the aid of the indecent woman.

Yeah, some thanks I get for trying to save her life.

Cradling his injured arm and shoulder against his plastron he sheathed his remaining sword, the other one being lost under the feet and bodies around him and jumped up. The fire escape was steady enough for him so shove himself up then catapult to the roof.

More Dragons were up there waiting for him. Without even thinking he sprinted passed them to the other side of the roof, away from the gangsters with guns.

He jumped to the next roof staggering slightly as his vision dimmed around its edges. He grabbed his shoulder and cringed as bolts of fire ran inside his body. He could already feel the swelling and see the brushing blossoming over his skin.

After forcing his stiff body to continue on Leo covered three more roofs before he chanced a glance behind him and cursed.

Why the hell are these guys jumping over the damn roofs?! He growled to himself amazed the Dragons were advancing through the rooftops as skillfully as any Foot ninja. They were all chasing after him, jumping between the wide gaps of the rooftops with ease.

Again Leo cursed and turned around needing to get away from the advancing Dragons.

He ran away from the enemy as fast as he could.

A tactical retreat, he would call it.

He ran and jumped as hard as he could. He willed his legs to go faster, he needed to fly away from those gangsters who wanted his head.

He gripped his injured arm closer to himself dearly wanting a sling to put it in so it would quit bumping and swinging and bashing against him.

The sky opened up as he ran drenching his body and washing away the blood that seeped from multiple cuts. The rain made it hard for him to catch himself as he jumped to another roof.

He needed to get to a manhole, get into the sewers. He needed to get home to his brothers. He needed Donnie to look at his collarbone. He needed a break to catch his breath.

Again he looked behind him and cursed to the high heavens. The Purple Dragons had gotten closer.

So, he ran, ran as fast as he could, as fast as his legs would take him.

After all, there's nothing like a Fearless Leader charging backwards.

To be continued...

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