Ninja Turtles Leo Vs Raph 소설 & 이야기

“So what should I call this? Don’t cover up for him just because you love him.” “You don’t understand, he was just rough and hasty… he is remorseful.” “C‘mon Mason, we know these things. That is how it starts, from being too rough, it may escalate into something else if you’re not careful.” “No Raph, try to understand me, Leo was different. He felt like a totally different person. The way he spoke to me when we were doing it was different. Then again, I saw him talking to someone, to another familiar voice but he denied that he even opened his mouth. I think it all in my head but my body says something different.”

His heart leapt into his throat, filled with a strange surge of emotion—part pain, part joy, part indescribable turmoil. For once, Leif wasn’t alone. Taking a deep breath, Leo forced himself to his feet again and screamed with all he had, “Don’t come any closer—Brother! Brother! Look at me! Don’t—don’t come—Miss Carrington, take my brother and go! Go!” As he shouted, he hurled himself at Rael. Rael saw it coming—he didn’t dodge, didn’t move, let Leo slam into him with all his strength. He staggered back several steps under the full force of the hit.

Leo. Relief floods me at the sight of his storm-gray eyes. He stands squared off against Braden, muscles coiled, claws dripping with fresh blood. A snarl rips through his chest as he slashes down Braden’s jaw and neck. That’s my man. I can feel the shift in the battle just a little more and victory will be ours. I barely have time to process it before I’m slammed sideways, crashing to the ground. A rogue pins me down, his weight crushing the air from my lungs. He shifts back to human form, a twisted grin splitting his face as he leans in, inhaling deeply against my neck.

Based on the last fight between Leo and Big Ken, Leo's ability was at least two notches below Big Ken. Gunner, on the other hand, was only second to Big Ken. Overall, Gunner's fighting ability was still above Leo. After the fight, the facts also proved this point. Both of them did not hold back their strength and went at each other with full force. The clash of their weapons sent sparks flying and the crisp sound of the dagger and baton clashing were incessant. The battle was fierce and seemingly unbeatable. In fact, professionals could see that Gunner was fighting with ease and was attacking from the beginning.

Rylee scoffed, “I am not as pathetic as that Mia bitch that I will beg for my life. Do you think that I am helpless against you?” Leo took another step closer, “Start speaking or else…” “Or else what?” Ryle retorted, unfazed. Leo withdrew a silver dagger from the sheath on his hip, “I will give you the same treatment as was given to Javier,” Rylee’s eyes lingered on the blade then she scoffed and decided to call his bluff, “You wouldn’t dare, you need me alive.” “I do not need someone like you,” Leo took another step forward and was about to plunge it inside her when I held him back.

For us. Leo charged one last time, his claws aimed for my heart. I ducked low and twisted, using his momentum to drive my knee into his ribs. There was a sickening crack. He gasped, and in that moment of weakness, I struck. I tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath me. My claws pressed against his throat, the edge of my control trembling. His chest heaved beneath me, his golden eyes flickering with both defiance and fear. “Yield,” I said again, quieter this time. “Don’t make me do this.”

Before I could react, he swung a blast of raw power at me, sending me flying into a broken dresser. “Ronan!” Elias yelled, already throwing his own spell toward Leo. Leo dodged it and retaliated, creating a shield of dark fire that repelled us all. His power was strong—unnaturally strong-and for a terrifying second, I feared we might not be enough. Keiran rushed in next, claws extended, teeth bared. “You filthy traitor!” Leo met him head-on, and the two collided like wild beasts. Blows landed fast—blood splattered across the floor. Keiran got a good slash across Leo’s chest, but Leo retaliated with a crushing punch to his stomach that sent Keiran flying backward.

He was leaning against the quartz railing, his eyes fixed on the lower training grounds. "They are getting too fast for the courtyard," Killian said, a low rumble of paternal pride vibrating in his chest as I slipped my arms around his waist. Down below, Leo and Toby were sparring. At twenty-two, my sons were breathtaking. Leo had inherited the sheer, crushing mass of his father, his slate-grey muscles shifting under his skin as he absorbed a kinetic strike that would have leveled a concrete building. Toby was smaller, leaner, but he moved with a blinding, terrifying velocity. When the brothers clashed, the sound rang out like thunder echoing off the valley walls.

Then, without hesitation, he shifted back fur rippling, muscles coiled for war. They were outnumbered, the rogues circling like vultures. But Leo didn’t flinch. Not an inch.

This wasn't the kind of ball fondling he wanted Rolph to do to him. When Leo and his boys got to the venue, Rolph was waiting with Derrick and the elites fully ready for action. Seeing that Rolph was all out for blood, Leo knew he had to tread softly. Rolph was too trigger happy to be messed with when pissed. And he had pissed him off.