Karai vs. Ryuko

Karai attached a ramshackle device (unknowingly loaned to her by Donatello) to the keypad, shorting out the lasers and pressure sensitive security alarms, giving Karai a straight-path towards the Special Exhibition section. She made sure to keep to the shadows, keeping just out of sight of the cameras.

"There you are."

Sitting on a pedestal, hiding under a case of bullet-proof glass, held a katana.

It was the Sword of Nowhere. It said so on the display.

"Come to mama."

Karai's heart started racing, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end and her Sakki-trained reflexes kicked in. She leapt several feet backwards.

Merely a foot away from where she stood, a bolt of lighting struck the floor, a deafening crack of thunder shaking the whole room as the electric-discharge left scorch-marks on the floor.

The kunoichi looked up, trying to figure out how lighting was able to strike in a room without any windows, when she saw someone hiding in the upper-rafters. Karai put a hand on the hilt of her sword as the figure leapt to the floor.

She wore a bright-red, skin-tight suit with a black and gold serpent design. She had short, dark hair and a mask that obscured her features, making her eyes look gold and reptilian. In her hand was a matching, bright-red rapier.

"I thought tonight's patrol would be an uneventful one. It seems I was mistaken."

"Ditto." Karai unsheathed her blade, holding it in Chūdan-position. "So what are you supposed to be, Sentai?"

"You must be new to Paris. They call me Ryuko."

"I'm gonna call you Sentai. So Sentai, any chance you're just going to let me leave with the sword without a fight?"

"No."

"Good."