Not for the last time, Blobboid wished he’d been granted enhanced senses to see something like this coming. The first blow caught him from behind with such force, half his head splattered against the wall before bouncing back as he crumpled.
“Wow, too easy. We’re supposed to trust our safety to these freaks when we can get the jump on ’em just like that?”
Dread seeped in coldly to clear up the daze. Civilians. He had hoped the few weeks since the team went public was enough time for the populace to process the idea of the turtles, to be prepared to share their streets. Obviously not.
“Ghh…Guys, I-I dunno what this is about,” he stammered, clumsily skidding to create distance and failing as they sidled almost casually after him. “I was just minding my business but if I’m bothering you, I can go!”
“Really?” the apparent leader sneered, wringing his crowbar. “One little love tap and you’re giving up? Goes to show what kind of ‘hero’ you’ll be!”
“What? Why would you—Who are you?”
“People who know better than to put our lives in your hands just cause ya got government endorsement. This is whatcha could call a field test, Blobboid, and you just failed right off the bat!”
A boot stomped viciously on his ankle, earning a squelch and a yelp. “S-Stop!”
“What kind of super-reflexes are those? Can’t ya even dodge? How are you gonna defend our city if you can’t defend yourself? Show us whatcha got!”
“Wha—No, I shouldn’t have to! You’re just normal people, I don’t wanna fight you—”
“Oh, so we’re small potatoes to you, huh? Not enough of a threat?” How cruelly the others smiled as the leader reared his crowbar back again. “I’ll show you a threat.”