Tmnt Raphael Vs Leonardo Novels & Stories

He heard a sound coming from the direction of the cabin and then Leon emerged, but he wasn't alone, pulling his hair and dragging him to the back of the cabin was none other than the WereTiger. "Caleb?" He asked, surprised. "Hello Rafa... Or should I say, Mate," Caleb mocked, and Rafa flinched at the sound of his voice. His gaze wandered to the Lion's battered form. "Don't look so surprised." Rafa met the burning blue eyes of the Tiger, he recognized that color from the day he killed the Vampire. He tried to charge the Tiger but Caleb simply swiped his claws across Leon's stomach, and Rafa stumbled back into the cold wet snowy ground, coughing, and wheezing as the breath left his lungs.

Tellie says to Bella “Sorry Babes,” Bella shows Tellie her empty bowl. Tellie takes her three chips to the front of the tv and sits down. “Okay I think Bella is Leo, Ryan is Michelangelo, I’m Donatello, and Raymond is absolutely Raphael,” Justin says. “I see it,” Ryan agrees. “I am not grumpy and mean,” Raymond protests. “Tellie,” Ryan asks getting her attention. “Who is Mr. Grumpy?” “Ray ray,” Tellie says with a baby giggle.

Raphael said as he charged towards Rowland with a punch that Rowland himself couldn’t even block, that first move took him down on one knee, then he jabbed at him with another punch towards his face, making him go down on the other knee. Then Raphael gave him a knee blow to the face which sent Rowland finally to the ground. Rowland had surely been feeling exhausted and weak from the battle encountered from Slater to Raphael. “Is that all you got? Even a beta wolf could have done better, old man” Raphael said with a smile on his face as he crouched closer to Rowland on the floor as he coughed and struggled to get up, Raphael made a lowly comment like a whisper to Rowland “You fight like a gir

Dante leaped out of the office leaving a trail of fresh blood, he was probably headed to the sick bay at the basement. "Idiot! was that necessary?" Raphael took my gun from me. Raphael was the only person that can say or do shit to me without any consequences, we had been best friends since we were 8. "Instead of lashing out on Dante, you should focus that energy on Scarface" Raphael advised. Raphael was cool tempered than me, he was always calculative and logical. "Exactly Lorenzo" Anthony got up from his seat "I raised you to be as tough as titanium yet here you are getting yourself wrapped around Jacqueline's finger"

Until I was standing by the group of men. They became a blur, but I could see Leon as he came forward to where I stood, inching forever closer until I felt that I shouldn't move. Then his lips brushed lightly against my cheek in greeting, quick and soft. "Isn't this a surprise?" My dad said, "Leon's in the city, came on his own!" A surprise? It was a surprise to see him inside my house. I couldn't even feel my hands. Softly I cleared my throat, and Leon's green eyes caught mine in something that resembled a dare. It sparked a tempered flame inside of me.

He had not recovered from the previous pain therefore it came as a double hit on his side. "That one is for Clara." At this point Raphael was completely pissed off, he wanted to attack Corentin back but Corentin was faster than Raphael. It was no surprise for Corentin had learnt MMA at one point in his life. Grabbing Raphael by the collar, their faces were so close to each other. He could see veins popping in his neck, it was clear he was upset, though he wanted to know why. Because in his mind, he should be the one punching Corentin right then, he was the one who stole his woman after all.

For a moment, Raphael’s arm wrapped around his waist as they fought for possession, his breath hot against Liam’s helmet. Liam shoved him off violently. “Watch your fucking hands, Thorne.” “Just battling, Captain,” Raphael replied, voice muffled behind his visor but clearly amused. “That’s what hands-on training means, right?” Liam wanted to drop his gloves right there and punch him. Instead, he channeled the anger into the next drill, skating harder, passing sharper. The worst part? Raphael was good. Really good. He read the ice well, anticipated plays, and fit into their system faster than Liam wanted to admit. Their line chemistry felt natural, which only made Liam hate the situation more

People used to say they were practically stitched together at the gut. So if anyone could hear the crack beneath Rafael’s voice. It was Leon. And the truth lingered, sharp and unwelcome. He already had an Achilles’ heel. “I’ve also heard about Romero,” Leon said, tone shifting, heavier now. Rafael didn’t move. “What’s your plan?” Leon pressed. “Why haven’t you ended him yet? You know he’s not the type to let things go. He’ll take every chance he gets to come back at you.”

Rafael narrows his eyes, and then he lunges at me, a snarl on his lips. Raphael and I circle each other, both of us waiting for the other to make the first move. Then, he charges at me, moving faster than I thought possible. I roll out of the way, just barely avoiding his claws. He turns and faces me, and he throws a punch, his fist smashing into my face. I stumble backwards, but I stay on my feet. He comes at me again, and I block his next attack. But he's too fast, too strong. He tosses me around like a rag doll, and I start to worry that I might not be able to beat him.

Both immediately stood and faced each other with guns aimed at one another. Rafael’s gaze was cold as ice, more like an abyss. No emotion. Just brutal. Full of bloodlust. Leonard was groaning, wounded in many places. His face was red and swollen; he couldn’t even open one of his eyes, and his breathing came heavily. He had underestimated Rafael’s strength and speed, but he had something planned. “You're unbelievable, Rafael,” Leonard groaned, every part of him hurting. “It’s over, Leonard.” Leonard barked out a laugh. “You’re dead, asshole.”