Owner	Pose
Shredder	Thea and Rick leap desperately as they make their way across the roof of the Landmark Mall. The two in their late teens pants desperately as The checks behind them. Over the higher level of the roof, two pursuers in charcoal colored yoroi. hooded and masked, they close quickly on their targets, catching them near the large humming HVACs.     Thea is grabbed by the back of her shirt, and slammed face first against the sheet metal housing.     Across the pebbled roof, Rick slides to a stop, turning. "No no! Stop, don't hurt her!" he begs. Of course, it means he's caught as well as the second ninja leaps upon him, slamming him into the roof on his back, knocking the wind out of him. "Why were you up here?" the nija demands of him. The voice is young, and female, ironically enough. She pulls a small ninja-to sword, and puts it against his neck.
Thomas Blake	Well shit. Rooftops in NYC were a lot busier than in Gotham. Catman, dressed in his stealth costume tonight because, -you never mind why! No long against having more than one costume is there? He sits on the parapet, stopping midway through checking his gear. He friwns as the girl gets slammed. "Hey dumbasses, they were meeting me. You got a problem with sharing the rooftops? You know what? Keep the rooftop. Gimme the girl, and twink and we'll call it a night. If you see me in the Black Market I'll buy you a beer... but no pajamas. You gotta wear street clothes." He smiles.
Shredder	The female ninja sits mounted on Rick, her kneeds on his shoulders to keep him from fighting. She glances up as she hears Catman's voice. She looks over at her colleague, who still has Thea pinned face first against the HVAC.     "Are you hitting on me?" the female ninja asks, with a certain tone of disgust. Quite a leap of logic, perhaps, but she doesn't sound like she's joking.     It elicits a response from the other. "Hey creeper, screw off. You know who we are? We're Foot clan, you don't mess with Foot Clan." The young man's voice, which sounds to also be in the mid teens, answers him. Clearly the two haven't learned the art of subtlety quite yet, and talk an awful lot for a pair of shinobi.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake sighs and gets up. He works his neck out with a pop. "Hitting on you? Not yet. I need to see more than your beady red eyes. But probably not. Just offering you a beer as a professional courtesy for us avoiding a silly pointless fight. And creeper? You're the one straddling... sorry kid, didn't get your name. They're pissing themselves. Obviously they are not Batman and Power. Girl in disguise. He probably brought her up her to get some nookie. Why don't you let them go? I'll up my offer to a bottle of the Black Market's best." With that he begins walking toward the quartet. He casts a quick glance at an ice coolata he was apparently enjoying.
Shredder	The female eyes behind the mask narrow. "It's not like that!" she defends herself.     "You don't need our names," the young man says. He lets go of Thea, and pulls a pair of nunchaku from his sash. Why? So he can show off, naturally. They whip around in speed chuck fashion as he pulls some moderately impressive maneuvers. "But you do need to say your prayers." Very cheesy. Sounds like something he heard in a movie.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake hehs. "Sure it is sweetie," he says to nin-chica. He continues walking towards the male. these people are really new, it seems. That sucks. New people take chances, make stupid moves. They're hard to predict. Hence Batman bringing all those interns, though Thomas may be biased, Robin knocked a tooth out n him. He stops just out of nunchaku reach and makes a 'cmere finger at the male. "Nothing personal, sweetie. Trash talk is part of the game. You should learn to ignore it. I can feel your blush through your mask. Offer stands for a drink on me... maybe more." He fakes a glance at her.
Shredder	It seems that the youth at least knows to shift his grip from a speedchuck grip to a more practical grip as he makes his swing. "Stop perving on her!" he declares with enough anger at it that says...maybe they are more than just co-workers. He comes across with a strike aimed low at the knees. The girl, for her part, takes a moment to punch Rick in the face with her ninja-to's hilt to daze him, and then leaps up as well, seeking to join in the fight as she closes the distance.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake does a backflip as the chucks come at his knees. He hands low, absorbing the shock with his hands, on the side of the female. Rising on one hand he aims a leg sweep at her. Nothing damaging, but he wants the male to get angrier. He still has some skill he's using. His other hand draws his blade. The big one.
Shredder	The girl is caught off guard as Thomas repositions closer to her. She tries to swing her ninja-to, but the angle is now poor for her, and her footwork clearly needs some work. As a result, she feels her feet leave her, and she lands hard on her back, and instantly starts rolling away to get space to recover.     It does make the male angrier, and he moves in quickly, successive nunchaku swings, arrogantly lashing forward and taking the perspective that the best defense is a good offense.     Upon the HVAC unit, a new arrival has come. Blades covering his body, the Master of the Foot Clan's iconic wear gives him away. His arrival was silent enough that his pupils did not see him arrive, as neither of them look in his direction.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake gets his feet under him and rises. He's a bit taller than the male and he uses it to good effect, slamming him under his jaw. When the male stops seeing stars, he will find a blade at his throat and his weapon hand in a vice like grip. "And, you're dead. For what? Harassing a couple of horny teenagers. He slams the pommel of the knife into the male's forehead and drops him and turns to the girl. He drops the blade to a neutral position. "I think we're done. I give you higher marks than your friend, for whatever my opinion is worth." He nods at the hidden armored watcher.
Shredder	The male is dazed, and offers little resistance, and falls to the ground, half-conscious from the blow. He moves inspecifically in pain. The girl is ready to strike to defend her ally when the comment is given to The Shredder's presence. Her eyes go wide, and she looks uncertain, then bows. "Master!" she declares.     The Shredder descends in a casual jump, and though his expression can't be seen, his body language radiates a frown about it.     "You were summoned to watch and report," he says to them. "And you are in a fight beyond you, disgracing the Foot clan before three outsiders." The girl doesn't look up, she just stands their quietly. Shredder looks in Thomas' direction appraisingly, as if trying to determine something.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake locks eyes with the Shredder for a moment. Then goes over to the boy and gets him vertical. "You got whupped by a girl. Go home... and work out." He propels the kid at the entrance with a boot in the rear. He goes over to the girl and says, "Find a guy who will at least spring for a movie and a nice dinner. Go." She stares at him a little dumbfounded till he turns her around and gives her a swat on the rear. "Go on, scram!" She quickly catches up to her date. He saunters back to the Shredder and his students, sheathing his blade at his back. "I'll take half my given rate. A fight wasn't really needed. They failed by virtue of their mouths and their being manipulated so easily."
Shredder	Shredder looks back to the girl, the only one able to answer right now. "Why would you speak while on mission?" he asks her. She doesn't answer immediately. "I will not repeat." He informs her when she delays.     "I'm sorry Master Shredder."     "I have no place for apologies, only obedience. You will both be remanded to Tatsu for re-training." A visible shiver is her response. "Yes master." He gives a tilt of his head, and the girl, clearly smaller than her ally, struggles to pick him up, and carry him toward the roof's edge.     The Shredder looks back at Thomas. "Your mercy toward them was not necessary, but appreciated," he says. "Were they with you?" he asks, nodding in the direction of the boy. "Or are you among the number of self-proclaimed heroes in this city?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake goes to get his coolata, careful not to turn his back to Shredder. That's rude. "I'm no hero. Some things I do for love. Kids today. I'm young enough to remember what it's like but not old enough to have much patience. They got very lucky... or did they? Are your subjects letting them go?"
Shredder	"I've no interest in them," Shredder says. "Youth sometimes are overly eager to achieve something, rather than complete the missions put before them. They look for a conquest to declare, and find only a self-serving story which most often needs to be embellished to even be noteworthy." He doesn't turn his back either, but makes no indication of wanting to pursue a conflict. "Your purpose then?" he asks. Clearly if he's on a rooftop in a stealthy outfit, it's not just for his health.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake shrugs. "I had business in the area. It's nothing you need concern yourself with. I stopped to get a beverage and enjoy the night air. Those two annoyed me. They were noisy and doing as you said. Being arrogant. I mean I'm a guy dressed as a cat on a rooftop. Have a little caution." He takes a sip of his beverage.
Shredder	Shredder doesn't push the matter. "They will be dealt with," he says. "I have no quarrel with you given that they instigated the matter. The Foot Clan is not to be trifled with, but nor will I tolerate my members trifling with others. I can leave you to your evening," he says casually.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake nods. "I appreciate that. I'll be out of your way then, and not trouble you or your clan."