I barely had time to tighten my grip on the dagger before the first turtle struck.
"Leon the Tyrant!" roared the katana-wielder, his blade flashing downward like a silver waterfall. The strike carried enough force to split boulders—and my arms nearly buckled as I barely deflected it. The impact sent me skidding backward, boots screeching against stone.
Damn, he's fast—!
Before I could steady myself, a wooden staff cracked against my ribs.
"Dono the Peacekeeper!" announced the second turtle, twirling his bo staff with infuriating ease. Pain exploded through my side, and I wheezed, stumbling—
THWACK! THWACK!
Twin nunchaku lashed out like striking vipers, smashing the backs of my hands. My palms screamed, bones vibrating as if shattered.
"GUH!"
The dagger clattered to the ground.
"Mike the Jestblade!" chirped the third turtle, his voice echoing in my skull like a bad hangover.
Gasping, I looked up just in time to see a green foot fill my vision.
WHUMPH!
