Two days later

RazorShell looked onto the city below. He had to find his grathstone, and soon. So far, the only Lavis that were missing theirs was well, everyone. Crystal was the only one that found hers with the help of PoisonOak.

The air was peaceful as some of the fog cleared.
The sky must be even more wonderful outside the city.
He scratched at the device embedded in his spine.
If only.
He leaned back against the satellite dish behind him, leaving a small bend in the beams that connected it to the building.
*sigh* Someday we will be able to get these things off.
He grabbed at the plate of tech at the base of his neck and pulled.

Pain shot through his entire body. Only by pulling the hand away without the plate reduced the pain.

If there was an anesthetic strong enough to keep me under for the operation. Let alone someone with the skills that's on our side.

Razor sat up and went to the edge of the building. He looked over the large prison of Manhattan.

Only a miracle could let the clan outside the city.

A distant shout brought him back to reality. Turning his ears up, he focused on several buildings. On one rooftop, the Mutanimals were fighting with three green figures against some Footbots. Razor watched for a moment. The green ones fighting techniques seemed, familiar.
It took only a few minutes before the Bots were scrap. One of the new mutants picked something up from the torso of one bot. A mutant with a purple stripe around his head snatched the object out of the first ones hand. Even from where he was, a glint of bright green could be seen. That's when he saw it; PoisonOak's grathstone. Without a moment to spare, Razor jumped off the skyscraper to retrieve the tropical green gem. Halfway down, Razor spread his wings. Gliding down to claim the stone, Razor tilted for a building that was in front of the target.

A few feet above the roof, Razor tucked in his wings and rolled on the concrete. Still rolling, Razor reached the edge of the roof. Coming out of the roll he jumped and landed, unnoticed, on a water tower above the mutants. A series of moves he's been training with for two months. Silently, he crept and turned his ears forward, as to hear the conversation below.
"What do you think it is?"
"Hmm. I believe it appears to be a source of energy.
"Like a battery?"
"Exactly."
"Well, whatever it is, Shredder wants it."

Least they're right about one thing.
Razor decided to peek over the edge to get a better look at the newcomers. He no longer paid attention to the conversation of the human-tongued. Most of the Mutanimals were there, the pigeon was off somewhere. The overgrown turtle and gator were right below him, the physic chimp talking to the newcomers. Turning to the three, Razor noticed that each had a different colored stripe across their eyes; red, orange, and purple. Upon closer examination, the newcomers were found to be turtles. They look familiar, but from where?

RazorShell had little to no memory from his life before the Fly. Only by a miracle did the clan escape the labs. He looked again, to find that the purple one had the grathstone. Coming from a crawl to a poised crouch, he planned how he was going to retrieve it. Razor extended his arm slowly, and drew out his reaper. The bone folded out till it was long enough to touch 8 feet away. Turning the sharp bone invisible, RazorShell lowered it to get the gem.
"Umm, guys. I feel like something is watching us"
The purple turtle closed his three-fingered hand around the gem. Purple and his buddies pulled out their weapons. Razor pulled out a black cape, mainly so he could hide his shell spikes. He also recalled the reaper, folding it back into his arm at the elbow. Unfortunately, the last fold hit the side of the water tower, sounding out a 'Clang.' Orange looked up and yelled," There he is!"

Cover blown, Razor leaped down, and uncurled his tail. The silver spikes gleamed in the dim moonlight. He began to wrestle with Purple for the gem.
Strong bugger, but no match for me.
It slipped onto the ground, and both immediately lunged. Razor grabbed it first.
He hurried and put the gem inside one of his shell 'pockets'. Razor looked back to the fight too late as he was hit with the bulky turtle's mace. Sent flying into a wall, Razor had had enough of the Mutanimals.
So. You want to fight?
A deep growl escaped his throat.
Then let's fight.
Furious, Razor ripped of his cape, and let his fury do the work. He was ready to show these mutants that he was the Alpha for a reason.
Razor didn't notice though that the three turtles were just standing there as he charged at Slash. Quickly, the spiked turtle was off the roof, and the giant gator following suit. The monkey was easy going once Razor avoided his telepathic power. The three turtles however, were a little bit harder. They were skilled, knew the way of the ninja, and were smaller. Orange had two sticks connected with a chain, and wielded two of the contraptions. Red had what looked like a fork with three long prongs. They're called sias.
W-why do I know that?
Purple had a long wooden stick, and Razor could sense that one end held a metal blade.
He was slowly coming out of his rage now that the other mutants were out of the way. These would go down easily though.
Razor lunged, and the others countered or dodged. The red one managed to get onto Razor's back, but only for a minute. After throwing off Red, Razor leaped back, and was ready to attack again. The odd part about it though, the three turtles before him began to drop their weapons. Confused, Razor stood straight and gave up his defensive position, a little. Orange began to say something. Rage burst now gone, Razor could tell that he was saying 'It's ok, Leo.'
The other two began to join in.
"Snap out of it bro, we can help."
"Leonardo,we don't want to hurt you."
"Leo, it sounds familiar. What am I forgetting? Maybe they could help with my memory."
Razor had just brought his slicers back in, but only for a minute. He had started walking towards the turtles, when he heard an engine. Not again. I am NOT going back!
Recognizing the noise, Razor backed up and brought the slicers back out again. Hearing the machine get closer, Razor looked one more time at the turtles.
"Run you fools."
He bolted, leaving the three to hide.
Leaping over several rooftops in under a minute, RazorShell was now well away from those people, and the turtles.
"Well, least I got one more grathstone. All that remain are 5/6 of the clan. Let's pray that no one knows the power behind them, mainly ClearCut's and mine."
With the thought in mind, Razor entered the sewer system, and eventually entered the den.