Novel & Cerita Tmnt Michelangelo Skateboard

a voice dropped from above us. The branches of the ancient cedar tree rattled. A shower of dry needles hit the gravel. Leonardo went down into a crouch instantly, his hand clamping onto the grip of his blade with a sharp click. Mitchell swung down from the lowest limb, landing on his heels on the stone kerb of the old fountain. He did not stumble. He did not even look at Leonardo. His eyes were fixed entirely on mine, bright purple and rimmed with a thick ring of midnight black.