Raphael crashed to the ground, lying flat on his back with his shell against the floor. Miao Mu turned and kicked him in the head.
Raphael reacted quickly enough to block with his arm.
But he still spun in place.
Two left!
Miao Mu suddenly bent over as a staff swept over his head. Donatello had rushed over to support them.
Miao Mu straightened and raised a hand, then lifted his leg and drove a knee into Donatello's chest before snapping his leg out in a kick!
"Cough, cough."
Donatello was nearly kicked flying backward. He hurriedly steadied himself with his staff, but Miao Mu closed in through the opening created by the short fork.
He hooked the staff wrapped in purple cloth with the fork, pressed in like a spear at close range, and disarmed him with the short fork, snatching the staff away.
A katana slashed in from the right.
Clang!
The staff blocked it. Miao Mu's short fork caught the katana at the hilt, and he wrenched it away.
Clang. The last katana fell to the floor as well.
Leonardo tried to pull back, but Miao Mu kicked him in the knee, then grabbed his head and raised his left hand like a blade.
"Still want to fight?"
Miao Mu relaxed his hand and let Leonardo go.
"Cough, cough. Who are you?"
Leonardo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and got back to his feet. They seemed never to have met anyone with such skills before.
"Just passing through. I want to ask you about something. Is that convenient?"
Miao Mu tugged at his collar, then let his tie fall back into place. The suited-thug look was pretty good, just not very comfortable.
"Ask about something? Convenient?"
Raphael, who needed Michelangelo's support just to stand, nearly