Alias: None

Type: Natural

Location: Civilized Area

Height/Weight: That of an average human.

Affiliation: Neutral



Notable Kills: Nothing special.

Final Fate:

Powers/Abilities: None.

Weakness: Anything conventional.

Scariness Factor:


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You may scream now.

Not your proudest role, eh, Oroku Saki?

Nothing like October Skies for a movie like...this?

"Go, discount-daughter. I must remove the coolness from my suit."

Hell's Mutated Angels.

"I am Heavy Weapons Brain!"
"RUN! The Michael Bay might get you!"

Murasame is rolling in his grave.

"We could have been living here instead of the sewers?!"

"Work for us and we won't turn you into a fly." "But won't that anger the fans? Not that I'm looking forward to that."

Cue the banter that no longer exists between them.
Say what you will, but at least they're not fighting in TOTAL darkness.

"Manicure. NOW."

So they WERE at the battle of New York.

We'll let your fanfiction take it from here.

Shadow of the 'Oh-God-What-Am-I-Even-Looking-At' Shredder.

Would have paid money to see this instead.

"Lookin' at the Rotten Tomatoes score and...oh, that ain't good."

Definitely armed and dangerous.