My Fearless Leader | Leonardo x Reader

Pain Has Many Faces

Both sides of ninjas look away from the stare down to look at the commotion from below, only to see each of their people fighting down on the street. April and Casey managed to stop the van, and it now lay on its side motionless with a busted tire. We could all see the two teens nearing the van, disregarding the on lookers whose cars were forced to stop nearby. Suddenly, leaving no reaction time from them, Fishface busted through the side window and came out all knives blazing, throwing one after the other at our two friends. They counter in different directions and start to counterattack in their own ways, but it's not going to be enough for long.

"Raph, go help April and Casey."

"You got it, chief." His sais gleam in the light of the night as he takes out one and sends it flying towards another knife Fishface was gripping and was ready to throw before he even jumps down to help our friends.

"What's our game plan?" Donnie narrows his eyes at the group across from us and arms himself with his staff.

"Same as them down there: find out what he knows."

And so the fight on the rooftop begins, towering about 40 feet above the other. The black-clad stranger seemed more than happy to engage in hand to hand combat with me. It only took a span of a few seconds to meet each other in the middle of the rooftop as the battle exploded around us. He was strong, probably not as strong as Raph, but he knows how to use it well. I can tell when we make contact in the force of his attacks.

"So I take it the Foot's hiring?" I grunt out in between blows.

"Not exactly."

The answer was vague and curt, followed right after by a swift roundhouse kick that I avoid just in time. No time is wasted between his last and next attack, fighting aggressively in the stylized way that focuses primarily on wearing down your opponent first before taking them down. Already there's something familiar about his fighting style.

But I can't let that distract me, I can't let him gain any advantage.

He lunges at me strangely, making it easy for me to dodge and slipping past me. When I turn to face him, he's holding a sword. Not a sword– my sword. My eyes widen. I lift my arms above my head towards my backside, closing my fists only to grip one of my swords, and feel my left katana blade missing. He's fast too...

Without meaning to, I growl as my teeth grit, jaw sets, and I take out my remaining weapon. I set myself in a sparring position, showing that I'm ready to take him on, all will blazing.

We both lunge at each other, weapons clashing with a strident screech. I land a kick on his chest and aim for between his eyes. The swords lock in a t position, and I glare at him past my sword that's splitting perfectly down his face.

"What then? Cause they've never seemed too eager to let new people in before." He struggles to keep my grip from letting the sword come any closer to his face.

As if I've insulted him by asking this, his expression darkens and he harnesses enough strength to push our swords towards the ground so mine slides off of his and hits the ground instead of him. He sweeps my sword he's holding under my legs, but I jump and dodge, striking my sword down again to lock the swords again in an X. He offers that infernal smirk, not struggling as much before to hold his own. "Trying to find out about your girlfriend, are we?"