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Raphael	It's a dark night, at least in the alleyways around the city. The main streets are well lit, fitting enough for the Big Apple, a city always abound with activity and noise. Which is why it might come as little surprise to those familiar with its streets that most of the illicit or unsavory action happens in the dark crawlspaces around the noisy city.     Such as tonight. A man lays at the feet of another, much bigger looking man dressed in a strange suit of armor. Bulky and unwieldy to a human, what lies under the helmet of the Nightwatcher is anything but. Raphael, under the guise he uses to operate alone, has had to make extensive modifications to the armor over time to hide his true nature. The result is what appears to me something between samurai and medieval plate, metal covering any of his skin that would normally be visible. His gauntlets show five fingers, but anyone astute coming onto the scene might notice they move as three instead.     Normally anyone close enough to see the Nightwatcher is beaten or threatened too much to notice this fact.     The boots are easier, metal contraptions to hide his turtle toes, and his shell is wrapped to make it seem as though he carries a large pack of gear rather than his natural armor. What little ventilation there is in the suit comes through the helmet, an obscurant object that makes his face completely unknowable through a dark, one-way visor.     Not that any of this matters to the guy at the Nightwatcher's feet right now, who is making quite the ruckus indeed. Chains are held in each of the vigilante's hands, and it seems his 'victim' has tasted them quite a few times. "Where's the money, punk? Where'd you ditch it?!" the masked Nightwatcher roars, his voice dropped and distorted from Raphael's normal tone. Seems he's either got some tech in the helmet or a really versatile voice. The man whimpers, and a chain lashes out again. "Stop crying and tell me!"
Leonardo	Master Splinter must be enjoying the night in the Lair. Michelangelo and Donatello are off on a supply run in the Shellraiser, Alopex and Nemean are probably working on something, Leonardo and Pippi are off on a patrol again...and Raphael is, again, nowhere to be found. There are reasons the turtles and crew try to follow the buddy system idea, but it isn't always adhered to. Still, it means the old rat can watch some of his favorite shows without interruption. That has not always been the case. Leonardo leads the way across a few rooftops in Greenwich Village, pointing out a few landmarks to Pippi along the way, places like Stark Tower, Empire State, and so on. His mood has been on the short side lately when it comes to some things, evidenced by him saying, "I wish there were more leads on that dinosaur mutant. I can't believe it got away." The encounter at the lab is still on his mind, even a couple weeks later.
Sersi	The onset of autumn doesn't really lie heavily on the air yet. Silhouettes limned in bright sulfurous light and flashing signs form slow-motion blinks that play off glass and steel, and a pair of glasses perched on Sersi's nose. Twinkling shimmers catch the surface of her bedimmed phone screen, distorting signs into unfamiliar spills of weird script instead of regular letters. She swings past one of the many brownstones littering the street, completely unconcerned about slipping past a closed vintage clothing and furniture store hawking a trenchcoat for several hundred dollars, angling through the backstreets of Greenwich Village with an easy grace. Wrapped up in her own light coat, she hardly looks the sort to regularly trudge through alleys, though with all the fire escapes littering the older buildings converted into exquisitely spendy lofts and apartments, maybe it's faster than taking the inner set of stairs or elevators.     She tilts her head, listening to the cadence of the city and the music piped from the phone, something soft and inherently beautiful. Something a shout conspires to ruin in its own way, causing her to pull out an earbud. Is that a jangling noise? Metal? She passes a row of recycling bins as tall as her elbow, looking about.
Pippi	Pippi follows along, tagging after Leonardo and keeping up easily with the mutant ninja turtle. She leaps rooftops and up and over an AC unit as she comes to his side, her ears drawing up as she peers out and over the city. Stark Tower didn't look very stark at all -- still not as oddball a skyscraper as one with a castle on top of it.     She's been especially mindful after the lab encounter, and she turns her attention from the city around them, and replies, with hope:     "We'll find her, Leo. Somehow. I've always got my nose to the --" her ear flicks, and she turns.     "Someone's in trouble." she states, suddenly, and bull-headedly takes off in the direction of Nightwatcher and the rattling chains and whimpering guy!
Iron Fist	It isn't often that Greenwich is on the route that Danny Rand takes from the main office. But, he felt like going for a walk, and Greenwich is just as good as any place to walk.     Except when it is not     Danny's footsteps take him down the streets of the neighborhood, with, normally, little concern. It is a casual stride, at least for all outward appearances. However, there is a sense of alertness to Danny's seemingly carefree pace, for those aware enough to see it. Just slight motions...the way the eyes take in the sights, how the head tilts to listen. All these little ticks hint to the greater truth...that Danny is certainly more aware than he lets on.     And...when a certain alley is close, there is something heard that causes Danny to pause. A rattle of chains, a voice raised in anger. It is enough to cause concern. Enough to cause Danny to duck around a corner, using cover of darkness to change, shifting to his alter ego.     Enter...the Iron Fist.
Rave	New York at night, it might as well be a playground to Rave. She wasn't exactly a major heroine, she was downright 'new' compared to many, but the blue-haired speedster was certainly enjoying herself as she streaked through the streets in a neon glow. Weaving between traffic, alleyways and even up the side of one building, there's a joyful woop as she leaps between one of the buildings rooftops before coming to a skidding stop above. Sitting herself down and swinging her legs over the side, Rave gives a little sigh of contentment as she leans to appreciate the skyline... then the sounds of terror hits her ears and she blinks. Where did that come from?
Raphael	The Nightwatcher's chains raise, then pause. For a moment, the only thing that can be heard is the poor guy screaming on the ground at his feet as the hidden turtle listens. The screams are too loud not to attract attention, and without the cash the man had stolen to show, he'll...     He'll look like a common criminal to anyone passing by. He retracts his chains, snatching the man by his shirt collar and dragging him up to eye level. "Tell me where it is before I have to get nasty, pal," he growls a bit more quietly. When the man shakes his head frantically and screams again, the Nightwatcher balls his free hand into a fist and slams said fist into the man's gut.     The screaming stops, replaced by a pained wheezing. The vigilante begins scanning his surroundings, his sense from his training in Ninjitsu telling him that he's going to have problems very soon. If he hadn't been distracted by memorizing the pizza place on the way (Mikey'll love the pies from this place!), the criminal wouldn't have had time to stash the goods and lead him on a chase. Cursing quietly, and honestly tired of the man's uncooperative nature, the Nightwatcher raises his fist again, this time to crash into the man's face to knock him out. But he's taken a beating already, and that's a LOT of metal propelled by a mutated, ninja-trained terapin. Might do some lasting damage in his current state.
Leonardo	Pippi's progress may be slowed or halted by a three-fingered hand at the scruff of her neck, then Leonardo's voice kept low. "Wait a second. Let's get closer but see what's causing it first before we rush in." Is it potentially worse for the screamer? Could be. Might it give turtle and dog a chance to make the proper decision? It just may. All the same, the alley in question is close. Very close, in fact. Close enough that it's just one rooftop over before they can get a view down into the space, Leo crouched overhead. When he sees what he sees, the hulking monstrosity looming over the guy who's looking like he went a few rounds in the ring with someone way above his league, his reaction is to mutter, "What the hell?" Turning to Pippi, he adds, "Smoke bombs, then we get down there and take this guy out. Let's go." A pair of the aforementioned tools are cast down into the alley where they split open and begin to spread, obscuring sight and affecting clarity of breathing. Whether that will slow the Nightwatcher down or not remains to be seen. As for Leonardo, he leaps down with the intent to land right on the back of the armored guy. "That's enough!" A familiar voice.
Sersi	Metal links give out their unnerving cadence. Definitely not in the musical transition, the bridge softly crooning while those sounds of the city percolate through. Sersi fishes the violet-capped headphone from her hair, tucking it into her pocket. Two quick compressions on the side of the phone silence the musical melody, a diabolic situation unweaving ahead of her. Directly, as it happens, for her mindful turn brings her to the alley intersection where the screaming victim lies prostrate.     Her opinion on this is hard to register. Widening green eyes take in the details in a blink. She brushes the fringe of her black bangs from her face, though they fall right back into place. Something clinks on the ground, smoke certain to spiral upward and draw her narrowed gaze. She waves her hand in front of her bangs again.     "Far be it from me to interrupt a nice walk at night," she notes in a voice clearly not from around here, the New Yorker accent missing in something that sounds definitely Mediterranean. Maybe Greek. Italian? This cuts through the distance easily, holding a faint element of amusement. Disappointment, perchance? "Putting your fists into someone hardly sounds consensual, though. How about stopping?"     The coughing and gasping fit should start any time now with the smoke blotting out her figure, reducing her to a dim silhouette in an equally dim world, but oddly... no choking sound. She isn't stalking in an advance, but that means one way out is pinned down by a very pretty but unremarkable young woman.
Pippi	Pippi gives a soft 'urk!' as she's scruffed, one leg flying out forward as her progress is halted. She doesn't get to jump over her head this time, but she sheepishly had looked back to Leo and gave a nod, drawing up to the alleyway with him. She crouches down, her ears drawing up as she listens to the scene in the alleyway, and then winces at the sound of metal-clad striking bone. That guy was going to have to have his face re-arranged after that hit.     She braces, and gives a nod to Leo, drawing in a deep breath, steeling her resolve against the smell of the smoke bombs -- and with Leo going for the guy's back, she puts herself between the young woman and Nightwatcher. The Pitbull-like mutant gives just a low growl, the hackles on the back of her neck rising up.
Iron Fist	It doesn't take near super-human senses to know someone just took a punch. And...that is one punch too many, in the mind of Danny. A figure, in muted greens, yellows and black, emerges from behind the pair in the alleyway. His movements silent, until he sees that big iron-clad fist raised in what looks like a finishing blow to the hapless and wheezing apparent victim.     Time to think fast.     Danny snatches a garbage can lid from a nearby aluminum can, shifting to hurl it at the back of the imposing armored figure's head. The lid is released, but right when sudden smoke erupts in the alleyway, making accuracy more of a wish than something actually possible. Still, the smoke can only help to enhance that distraction. Especially since it distracts the Iron Fist just as well as anyone else.     And...the makeshift weapon *was* thrown in the right direction. So...it's bound to hit something. Hopefully.
Rave	Not everyone has a measured and calm turtle-mentor to slow them down. What Rave -did- have was a little impatience and a bit of a reckless nature. Zipping down the building, taking her towards the alleyway in a bright glowing trail. She skids to the mouth of the alleyway, a flurry of neon lights. "Hey!" she begins, but any demands for truth and explaination are rather cut short by a sudden flying trashcan from out of nowhere.
Raphael	It would seem the forces are converging on his position, and he's run out of time to handle the current situation without outside intervention. Well, he would have to try and explain himself if he was going to get out of this. And also if given the chance and not just...     As the smoke bombs drop and obscure the alleyway, the Nightwatcher sighs to himself. And also given the chance and not just attacked on sight. Wait, these smoke bombs...!     He knows the smoke the Turtles use all too well, and when the familiarity hits, he knows he's only got a handful of options as to who he'll be seeing. Leo's voice rings out through the smoke as the leader brother falls, and Raph internally panics, though he keeps calm on the surface. At least until that lid hurled by the Iron Fist bounces off his helmet, causing him to stagger and drop his prey. When his 'older' brother lands on him, it's all Raph can do to not respond how Raph would, and instead limits himself to a grunt before rolling to toss the aggressor from his back. He turns his head to see a speedster, another girl, and /Pippi/ all standing there as well as the Iron Fist before they are fully lost to the smoke.     Well. Damn.     He works to throw Leonardo from his back as he clambors back to his feet with, probably, surprising agility given all his gear, a chain launching from one hand to whip at the blue-banded Turtle. "So that's how we handle this tonight, is it?" he says, internally seething at the fact that two people he REALLY needs to not discover his solo operations are right here in this alley.     "I was just questioning this... scum... over a financial issue. He seems to have lost a good sum of money somewhere that I need returned." Raph, always phrasing things the worst way he can. "Wait, no, that sounds wrong. Look, he's a thief, alright?"     However, he unfurls a second chain from his other hand. In his mind, it's a defensive measure, especially with a lot riding on his next actions.     To the group? Probably looks like he's ready to fight!
Leonardo	Something else is thrown at the Nightwatcher and it strikes him just before Leonardo lands on the hulking behemoth's back. At least, it looks like it could be one if only it happened to be larger. He rolls to land in a crouch after being flung off, coming up with one sword drawn and his free hand reaching for the other one as his eyes narrow on the one who's rapidly becoming the target of others as well. Leaping up and over the chain, sparks fly as metal strikes metal courtesy of a slash at the links. The sword might cut through it, might not. Regardless, he retorts, "Yeah, that's how we handle this, whoever you are. So you're both thieves, is that it?" He isn't buying the initial round of excuses, but he's also sizing the brute up. He's never squared off with someone decked out quite like this before. It bears a quick study, but chances grow rapidly that people he doesn't want to see him...will. By the time he's landed again, the dual katanas are out. "You're outnumbered. Give up."
Sersi	First, there's a falling figure -- a person. Woman? Pippi causes the Mediterranean girl to halt and she murmurs something quickly to the mutant. Commotion in the smoke suggests a distinct need to alter the environment to something of their favour. Sersi winces slightly at the clanging sound of a trash can lid connecting with a helmet ahead of them. Her bright gaze is luminous, a saturated emerald narrowed to slits trying to follow the source of the trouble. That smoke leads to certain amounts of trouble, so she waves her hand and a billowing font lifts above her, easily mistaken as a light breeze teasing through the urban canyon.     "Questions starting with fists usually don't end with honest answers. They end with whatever makes the pain stop. Please take some friendly advice and stop." Her gaze flickers thoughtfully between the man on the ground and the hulking figure in the armour, someone considerably larger than her.     A brief sigh and she crosses her arms. "Or else I'm taking away your toys to make this end a whole lot faster."
Pippi	Pippi is, indeed, a slight figure, with digigrade legs and a canine muzzle, she keeps her back to the Mediterranean girl, mistakenly thinking that she's not a threat as she gives low growl -- and then the wind comes up, blowing some of the smoke away, and she just sort of glances back at Sersi, amber eyes questioning, but she keeps herself between Nightwatcher and the woman,     "Ah-- nothing... nothing to see here, miss!" the slightly scratchy voice of the dog mutant comes out, "Might want to be on your way?" she adds in a hopeful tone.
Iron Fist	The admittedly satisfying clang of metal on metal is enough proof for Danny to know that his toss was, indeed, on target. The smoke does obscure vision...but there is more than one sense available. A shifting of the air. Four...no...five distinct voices. Five on one person? Not good odds for anyone at all.     As a voice rings out....with a decidedly Meditteranean flair....Danny offers his own. Cool, collected, and neutral in emotion. The mannerisms almost akin to a particular mutant rat some might know. "The lady speaks truly. It would be best to seize your actions." A pause, then the voice calls out, in a different direction. "You are outnumbered. Discretion would be the best option."     Of course, the Iron Fist is not planning on discretion actually winning out. Danny remains steadfast, his eyes actually closed to concentrate on listening, focusing on the locations of all those in the smokescreen.
Rave	The benefits of super-speed and perception alike were that you had a lot of time to process your surroundings. Even so, the sight that Rave was presented with? Well...it was going to take a moment. The blue-haired youth herself simply stands there, those faintly glowing eyes wide and watching as the space was filled by the other two women, the Ninja guy and...what in the world was Leonardo anyway? By the time she opens her mouth to speak again, others are doing it first and there's smoke filling the space. She's left blinking, blinded and decidedly lacking in Ninjitsu training, Rave finally finds her voice. "What the hell is going on here?"
Raphael	Odds? Since when did odds matter to Raphael? He's sizing up everyone the best he can, pondering his chances. Not good, but since he had already failed the diplomatic check, he was going to have to rely on what Raphael does best.     Bustin' heads.     "And what exactly are you supposed to be?" he tosses at Leonardo, eyeing his katanas carefully and getting a gouge in several links in his chain for good measure. "You're accusing me of being a thief? I was stopping this thief! I could prove it, too, if he hadn't stashed the money away after escaping me once." 'Stupid,' he thinks to himself, but his anger is already starting to overwhelm his rational thought.     "It seems I have no choice, then. I'm not the villain here, but it looks like I have overstayed my welcome." He's internally cursing the fact that, in throwing smokes, Leo had pointed out a glaring problem with his Nightwatcher loadout, in that he has no subtle way to get back to his bike and in effect return to the lair. There's a breeze that seems strange, but Raph can't be sure it is, Pippi is helping Sersi, Rave, and Iron Fist block one exit, and Leonardo is no doubt fast enough to stop him from using the other.     No matter how much he hates it, and with all the risks involved, he finds himself coming to one option. "Yes, and how do you intend to take them?" he snaps at Sersi, then shakes his head. "Fine. After I get out of here, I will find the money and return it myself. That means going through the five of you, though, and I'm afraid I have no time to be gentle."     His chains spark across the ground, lancing at Danny and Leo to hopefully force some defense as he prepares to use his bulk to surprise the other three, leaping into a sprint toward Pippi. He knows, of course, how strong she is, and he has to hope she can't get a clean hit. And of course, he had to make sure, above all else...     That the now-damaged helmet on his head didn't fall off or otherwise reveal his identity. He looks to dodge around the canine, snarling "An escape!" at Rave as he targets her as his exit path.
Leonardo	"Nothing. Figment of your imagination." Leonardo's response could cover the questions from both Rave and the Nightwatcher, except for him adding to the latter, "Your worst nightmare. You're bringing this on yourself, you know. Keep it up and you've got to ask yourself one question. 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" Someone may have been on a movie-watching spree. In fact, Raphael might have even been watching that one too. Much of the smoke has dissipated by now, the element of surprise and the cover it brought no longer present. He begins to make his way closer, though the alley cuts off some open space to work with. "Convenient excuse, though. You'd be able to show us the money, but this guy hid it somewhere." Another movie line! When a chain is sent out toward him again, he loops the blade of a katana around it and tries to pull to shorten the gap between them and render the chain unable to be used that way again, but the Nightwatcher is already attempting another way out. There's some strength there, and Leo's jaw clenches as he tries to dig in with his heels. Not so easy to do with no footwear, no soles for traction. "Watch out, Pippi!"
Pippi	Pippi turned at the sound of the chains scraping, and giving a quiet wince she decides to rush the Nightwatcher, coming in low. Her dull nails scrabble at the pavement as he comes at her, she comes at him and when he tries to get at her, she baseball-slides, feet first, and tries to go under the rushing metal tank of a turtle and come up sharp with her shoulder, trying to tank the blow and send Nightwatcher *back* towards Leo!     "GedouttatheWAY!" she shouts back behind her, not wanting any of the others to get hurt. She didn't want Leo hurt. Didn't want Nightwatcher hurt either, but things sometimes don't work out.
Sersi	"He has an excellent suggestion. Please don't do this," Sersi adds to redouble the sentiment from across the alley. Approving of Danny's statement, clearly, she makes no sign of an intent to advance into the fray. Because what is she going to do, look stylish or take photographs with her mobile phone? More likely end up knocked over by the snapping chains.     She is particularly quiet whilst standing there otherwise, no fidgeting or wringing of her hands. No hint of looking over her shoulder waiting for the cops or someone to leap out of the dark. When the man in armour comes barreling at Pippi, she shifts back to stay away from the scrabbling woman and Leo's flashing katana. See, smart, retreating defensively.     It's a different story for any sensitive. Atoms free-floating snap into new alignments, organized and manipulated into a precise shape,invisible to common perception. It's quite another matter to be affected by that binding of pure force, which loops around an incognito Raphael, rather like feeling a current of gravity reaching up and playing games.
Iron Fist	The chain rattle. It is the only indication in the otherwise dissipating smoke cloud of an attack incoming to Danny, with his eyes closed. The attack does produce the effect desired...as the Fist shifts, his arm up in defense. The chain strikes it true....and with a shrug of the arm, is deflected away.     The green and yellow form of the Fist then twists, eyes opening as the smoke clears....only to leap up and away as the mutant canine slides underneath. The leap turns into a flip as he lands in a ready stance, coiled to strike.     But....Danny doesn't. After all, he said discretion is key. Here he is, demonstrating just that.
Rave	Rave...doesn't move. Or at least it doesn't look like she is. As far as one can tell she seems stunned by the sudden explosion and then rush through the space. The big thug was headed for Pippi, the turtle guy was trying to get in the way, Danny was leaping over and Sersi...well, was doing nothing as far as Rave could see. Time for the glowing girl to do something. A sudden flashing rush, Rave moves through the slow-motion dance of danger filling the air. Twisting past a chain and through the dark before she leaps into the air and drives her feet forwards as she deccelerates into the chest of the 'man' in all that armor. There wasn't much weight to her, but at that speed? The impact was probably going to hurt. Of course, she hadn't thought it through enough with what such a move might do to the chain-tethered others.
Raphael	The Nightwatcher moves with intent and purpose, even against odds that no man or turtle should find favorable. He knows he needs to escape, and he knows his words aren't gonna get him out. Now the question is whether his skills can pay the bills.     And he IS good. In terms of raw strength, only Pippi has him beat in the lair, though Iron Fist can likely show him a thing or two in that regard. But Leo is more techical, and as his chain is caught on the katana blade, he has to make the decision to snap the chain to preserve the majority still in his suit's arm. He wrenches that arm hard and breaks the chain, attempting to pull Leonardo off balance in the same stroke. His other chain is deflected seemingly with ease by Danny, and this one he uses to redirect at Pippi. Or at least that was his intent.     She's being trained too, after all, and when her shoulder catches him and knocks him back, he can feel the steel of his armor crumple in that spot against his body, earning a growl as he's knocked back toward Leo. But, before he goes too far, he seems to randomly pull back to the ground as he attempts to right himself in the air, smashing into the ground in a less-than-heroic three-point landing that cracks the concrete under him. It's enough for him to glance in Sersi's direction, but only until Rave comes in with a drop kick.     Another panel crumples, and this one reveals something: another layer of brownish plating. Double armor?!     As he skids across the alley, he curses himself in his mind again. He's really running out of options, and needs a plan and fast. But at the same time...     He pops back to his feet, struggling a bit under Sersi's influence but not enough to stop him outright. "Nice work, heroes," he says, moving a hand to press the metal back in front of the brown plating before anyone can get a good look, "But while you're dealing with me, what other crimes could be..." He tries to be subtle, but he's using noisy chains. When they wrap around two garbage cans, it's noisy. "Stopped?!" He roars with exertion, then whips the cans forward, spinning them to scatter their contents into the air. And maybe hit Leo and Rave as they fly. As they do, he severs those chains as well, allowing them to clatter to the street as he makes a break for the less-guarded alley entrance, eager to withdraw before any more clues about him can be known.     Unfortunately, for one of their number, the break in the armor may offer a clue only they can detect. If their nose is sharp.
Leonardo	Already sliding a bit, the shift in momentum throws Leonardo's balance off enough that he tumbles and twists himself to use the back of his shell to brace himself with. In the conditions around them, clear sight is difficult as the fight is interrupted, but there are few details that get by him. The damage in the armor doesn't give anything away clearly to him, but it's something to remember. Will it matter? He lets up on the chains he's dealing with, but the slide is already coming to an end as the Nightwatcher comes to a landing not far away. He flips back to his feet, proving it's not so hard for /all/ turtles to do, but before he can devise a good follow-up to press any advantage they've got, he's put on the defensive again by the cans spreading their refuse around. "Get back here! We're not finished with you!" But it appears the Nightwatcher is finished with them, or proving discretion is sometimes the better part of valor. A couple throwing stars are sent off into the darkness, but they do not stick in the stranger's armor. "Damn! Again with the getting away!"
Pippi	Sniff, sniff... --     Pippi's nose gives a wriggle. The strongest sense tied to memory.     She stops breathing a moment, her ears pricking forward, swiping a hand accross to try and clear the way of garbage, and she turns to Leo.     Her eyes are wide, but she takes a step to take off after the fleeing Nightwatcher, but slips in the pile of trash, nails scraping against the pavement again before her feet come out from under her, and she lands on her ass!
Rave	Rave had speed, but that didn't really help when it came to gravity. By the time she lands she's nailed by that trashcan and sent sprawlling. Humiliating and then some! She's on her feet fast but...already the armores figure was gone. She couldn't track a ninja if she didn't know which way to run. "Gross..." she mutters, dusting herself off before turning to the others with a blink. "Well uh...this is new."
Raphael	For a hulking brute in armor, the Nightwatcher moves fast. With the final plinking of shuriken against armor, he's gone. One might say he IS the night.     Or not. Again, he's as subtle as a bull in a china shop.     He makes his way quickly to his motorcycle, kicking the monstrous machine to life with a sound that, if they listen, the ones left in the alley can hear, followed by the revving of the engine before, with a screaming of tires, it blends into the sounds of the city.     They can, at least, save the thug, who is unconcious but otherwise stable, bruises and chain lacerations notwithstanding.
Leonardo	A second time in a matter of weeks where the chase would prove futile, especially as the motorcycle kicks into gear and takes the Nightwatcher out of the area. Pippi, who had an unceremonious moment, might tell Leonardo is /not/ in a pleased state of mind right now, and as some of the aftermath begins to take shape and he brushes garbage and trash off himself, some of it sticking, he all but growls. "Really getting tired of this." But, with the katanas tucked away, a hand extends toward Pippi to help her up without commenting on her graceless fall. He also takes in the sight of Rave, raising a brow behind his blue mask at something about her. Maybe it's the hair. That's rather unique. "I can't tell you you didn't see anything, but it's safer for you not to be seen around us. Trust me on that one." Whether she heeds the warning or not, that's up to her. The one the Nightwatcher was accosting is who he faces next, and he isn't terribly gentle in smacking him across the face to try to bring him out of his slumber. "You're going to tell me who that was."
Pippi	Pippi accepts the hand up, though she seems distracted. She looks in the direction that the Nightwater ran, her eyes narrowing a moment before she turns back to Rave, and gives an awkward sort of wave to the other superhero, before the slap rings in the alleyway.     Physically wincing she turns to Leo, she gives a soft "Careful, his face is broken." to the older ninja, and crouches down nearby to watch Leo's back in case someone got the idea to try and hit the blue brother. She keeps a wary eye to Rave.
Raphael	The thug, when he comes to, finds himself in Leo's grip and being slapped by... a mutant turtle in a headband mask?! He stares for a very... VERY... Long moment.     Then gives one more scream and faints dead away again, clearly unable to deal with the sensory overload.
Leonardo	"I've got it under control," Leonardo suggests to Pippi. Won't be breaking anything else on him, but after the man passes out he grimaces in disgust. "I wanted a name," he tells his dog mutant companion, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. "We need to call the police to come get this guy." Aside from that, he leads the way to vanishing without another word, waving for Pippi to follow. "We need to let the others know about this. We could have a new problem out here."
Pippi	"We have a new problem." Pippi states quietly, and she turns to Leo.     "Raph fought him earlier, and I couldn't get a clean scent off him to track because of it. Raph's probably in a bad place and he might be really hurt." Pippi replies, and her tail curls, her ears going limp.     She's glad the others have left and they can't see the worry in her expression.
Leonardo	"What?" This is news to Leonardo, and his expression turns from distaste to concern. "Can you tell which way his scent leads?" Simple, direct, and to the point. Time is of the essence. "We need to check the area, then get back to the Lair as soon as possible to see if he's there."
Pippi	Pippi shakes her head. "I picked up Raph's scent from the dents when I got close. It might be old. Hours, maybe. If I can get to the lair and track him from there, maybe, where his scent's th strongest. But you guys are /hard/ to track." she admits, hopping up to her feet. ".. but I can try. Wherever he is, there's going to have been a hell of a fight."
Leonardo	Leonardo follows Pippi along toward the location of the motorcycle, but somewhere around there it begins to fizzle out pretty quickly. "I don't like the sound of this," he says. This is why they've been going through a stage where being alone is more of a concern, because if someone does get hurt and nobody knows, that could be very bad - and he's been guilty of it at times himself. "I'll say one thing, though. If even you have trouble tracking us, that's not always such a bad thing." One last look around, and he motions to the rooftops. "Let's get back up and take the tunnels back under the river. Hopefully Raph is back home and in one piece, because I might have to take a piece out of him myself if he got into a mess."
Pippi	"Yeah, but I /live/ with you. At this point I could tell your scents in my sleep!" Pippi protests, and she goes to get back to the rooftops, following Leo home. "Just take it easy on Raph, he had to fight thirty guys in an alley two weeks ago and now this armored tank guy!"