The cramped room instantly descended into chaos.
The owner of the house, Arnold, put on his hockey mask as well and pulled some spare weapons from beneath the couch.
A golf club, a baseball bat, and a hockey stick.
Arnold grabbed a weapon and charged forward with great momentum, ready to teach these trespassers a proper lesson.
With a whoosh, Croc-Man rushed over, spread his huge hand, grabbed Arnold by the head, and hurled him away.
"Arnold, grab on!"
The large turtle wearing a purple mask, with goggles on his head, caught the flying Arnold with the staff in his hand.
"Thanks, Donatello. Let's get them!"
Arnold landed on the ground and said happily, but before he could make a move, someone smashed him aside.
"Michelangelo!"
Donatello came over with his staff and pulled up a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle wearing an orange mask, then looked at Arnold, who had been knocked unconscious.
Poor Arnold...
"Don't just stand there! Come help!"
Raphael, the most hot-tempered of them all, spun the sai in his hand and called for help with some difficulty. For someone as prideful as him—
It was highly unusual, but he could not worry about that now.
This tall guy who looked like a crocodile and a dinosaur was hard to deal with, especially over on Leonardo's side.
Clang, clang, clang! A series of sounds like metal crashing together rang out.
Leonardo, the strongest of the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, was actually at a disadvantage under Miao Mu's attacks.
Those two katanas wrapped in blue cloth were clearly no longer as sharp as before—the kind of sharpness that could cut through metal.
"Is that all you've got?!"
Miao Mu showed no mercy. He raised his hand and unleashed a Tiger-Style Rending Claw, slamming it viciously into Leonardo.