The time window slides open, allowing the turtles, Diaval, Destiny, and Renet to drop out. They land hard on the ground, letting out a few groans and mutters as they get to their feet. They're standing in a forest where the trees are just starting to thin out and clear blue sky can be seen far ahead.

"Where the heck are we?" Michelangelo asks.

"More like when are we," Renet corrects, gripping the Time Sceptre as she tucks it nearer to her chest.

Donatello wanders to a wooden sign planted in the dirt near them. "Avalon," he reads. "Camelot. The Tower of the Demon?" He grimaces and looks back at his group. "This is not good."

Destiny and Diaval simultaneously perk up and Diaval dips his head towards his friend, eyes widened slightly more than they usually are. "Like...like those books you read before?" he asks. Memories of Destiny reading out loud by the fireplace flood him, the evening air pushing gently against their Canadian tiny house with every gust.

"Camelot, like King Arthur, Knights of the Round Table Camelot?" Destiny asks, her tail starting to swing. She lowers her voice and leans toward Diaval. "I think so."

"Um...guys? Look," Leonardo says. He's wandered towards the edge of the trees, one finger aimed at the distance.

Little huts sit in clusters on rolling hills, creating a quaint little village that rests before a grand castle that rises above it all. Diaval's mouth falls open. Donatello gasps and turns to face the group, his expression lingering at the halfway point between dazed and awed.

"We're in medieval times!" he exclaims.

"England in the year 980 A.D. to be exact," Renet says. Diaval perks up and stares closer at the village. "That is so cold, right? Isn't that what you say in your time? Cold?"

"It's actually 'cool'," Raphael corrects with an eye roll as he wanders over to her. "And no, this is not cool. At all!"

"Um, well, I meant to send him back one hundred million years," Renet says, as if admitting to her mistake will make it better. "You have to help me stop him!"

Glances are exchanged, most of them unsure. Leonardo sighs. "It looks like we have no choice, guys. We gotta save history," he decides.

"Yes! You guys are such groovy daddy-Os," Renet grins, and she points at Destiny. "Or...cold cats!"

"They're turtles. She's a wolf," Diaval mutters.

"Oh snap!" Michelangelo pipes up. "Renet, I got a rad idea," he says as he bounces over to her. "Check this out."

He grabs her forearm and gently pulls her away. He whispers to her, making a few weird noises and gestures as he points to his confused brothers and friends.

Renet laughs. "The sceptre can do that. It's just a little quantum manipulation."

She spins the sceptre as it starts to glow, then smacks the staff to the ground, creating a yellow shockwave. In a split second, the turtles, Destiny, and Diaval are wearing LARPing costumes. Leonardo wears a knight costume, complete with a helmet, blanket cape, and armour. Raphael is a dwarf, his shell covered with a fur toga and a horned helmet. Donatello is the wizard with his magic staff, purple cloak, pointed hat, and a flowing white beard. Michelangelo looks like an elf, right down to the fake ears and the Robin Hood hat that he's wearing.

Destiny stares down at herself, eyes wide. She wears a slimming leather dress with a pleated skirt paired with black shorts underneath. She has leather gauntlets tied around her wrists and a white cape is fastened to her shoulders. It waves in the light breeze. There's a headband beneath her hair and a fake golden jewel hangs from it, resting just above the ridge of her nose.

Diaval is just as confused as she is by the sudden costume change. He still has his cloak, but he now wears a red, Medieval-style dress and his hair is braided into a crown. He tugs at the skirt, his entire face turning bright pink, then he grips the collar of his dress and pulls it forward, glancing down his shirt briefly.

"Oh, not again with the costumes!" Raphael groans.

"Come on! We need to blend in, dude," Michelangelo says, wrapping an arm around his brother. "Plus, I wanted to look extra sweet for Renet. It's the elf ears." He flicks his fake elf ears. "Chicks dig 'em." Raphael rolls his eyes.

Destiny shifts in place as her tail flicks. "Um...what exactly am I? A princess?" she asks, starting to fiddle with her headband.

"Warrior Princess, dudette!" Michelangelo corrects. He gestures to the boy behind her. "And, you've got your handmaiden!"

Destiny finally takes in what Diaval is wearing. "You dressed him in drag?!"

"Last minute decision, Desti-bear. Besides, every princess needs a handmaiden that's secretly a trained assassin." He winks.

Diaval is still completely red, his complexion nearing the colour of his eyes. Leonardo glances over at Destiny and his eyes widen. Destiny notices him staring and arches an eyebrow, clearing her throat, and he startles before looking away.

The sound of horses galloping makes the entire group tense up. Four knights appear from the trees, wearing traditional clunky armour and holding giant shields. They rattle and clank with every movement of their horses.

"Halt, strangers!" a stuffy British accent comes from the lead rider. "This land belongs to the King. What business have you here?" The man's beady eyes can just be seen as they widen through the slits in his helmet. "By my blessed horse, I think the little green ones are orcs!"

One of the horses whinnies, scaring Raphael hard enough that he falls over. Another knights trots up to him and pokes him with the end of his lance.

"Aye, that's a right ugly one right there, it is," he comments.

"Who you calling ugly?" Raphael growls, smacking the lance away.

"And look at this one, the fiercest of the lot," yet another man says towards Michelangelo. "I bet he eats children for dinner, he does."

"I don't eat people, dude. I'm a pizzatarian," Michelangelo retorts as he rolls his eyes.

"That one's already been clawed up, she has. Looks right scary." The fourth points at Destiny. "One of them dire wolf children, I reckon." His gaze falls on Diaval. "My lady, you shall be saved soon."

"Lady?" Diaval echoes. "Uh..."

"Yes! Do not fret, fair maidens," the lead knight says to Renet and Diaval as all four hop off their horses and draw their weapons. "We will free you of your evil orc captors!"

"Ugh," Renet mutters.

"Not a lady..." Diaval whispers.

"Attack the pizzatarians!"

Each turtle teams up against a knight immediately, while Destiny, Renet, and Diaval linger behind. Destiny frowns a little as she crosses her arms over her chest and glances sideways at Renet. Renet watches the turtles twist and turn effortlessly as they duel with their choice knight.

"I'm not sure I quite fancy being a helpless damsel," Destiny says in an overly proper British accent. "Or a dire wolf child, to be frank." Renet giggles.

Diaval exhales heavily as his eyes roll. "This is weird," he mumbles.

Meanwhile, Michelangelo attempts to take down a knight with his nunchucks, but the weapons bounce off his armour without making a dent. "Aw, man. He's got, like, fifty armour class," Michelangelo groans.

The knight swings his sword at the turtle and Raphael jumps between them, blocking the blow with his sais. "It's cool, little brother," he says through gritted teeth. "Let's take this guy!"

The two propel themselves forward, kicking, punching, nearly leapfrogging over each other in perfect harmony. As the knight spins around, Renet punches him in the face. The knuckledusters on her fists buzz with energy before going out. The knight stumbles, his head and helmet spinning.

"Whoo! Looking good, Renet!" Michelangelo compliments.

The knight turns, wobbles, and stumbles towards Destiny. She whips her leg up, smacking him clean in the jaw, and he collapses into a heap with a loud clank.

Nearby, Leonardo fights against his opponent, dodging his sword and deflecting the blows aimed at him.

"Foul goblin!" the knight exclaims. His voice is still stuffy and annoying.

Leonardo lands a solid kick to his chest, sending the knight to the ground. He hops back a bit as the fourth knight gallops past, nearly knocking him over. Leonardo steps back a little more, just then noticing the empty horse behind him, and he instantly gets an idea. He leaps onto the saddle and grabs a nearby lance, turns the horse around, and faces the other knight acting as his jousting opponent.

"Kick his butt!" Destiny calls.

"I've got this," he returns. After a moment, he smirks and adds, "Fear not, fair maiden."

She laughs, her cheeks gaining a fresh blush. Leonardo urges the horse forward, his jousting opponent doing the same. They rush at each other, lances at the ready.

"And now you shall perish!" the knight shouts.

They converge. Leonardo's lance knocks the knight in the chest and sends him flying off with a scream. His horse whinnies and gallops away as the hapless warrior lets out a groan.

"I hate orcs," he grumbles.

Renet uses the sceptre to lift all the knights into the air, their bodies surrounded by a yellow halo as they shout and protest. The turtles regroup with the others.

"Please, sir knights, you must understand. These turtles are not orcs," Renet says. "They are friendly goblins from the...uh, Western Realms, and a shape-shifting sorceress from the North and her handmaiden."

She lowers the knights to the ground. They stand at attention, all signs of aggression diminished. The lead knight flips his visor up, revealing that he has messy brown hair and a matching beard. His pupils are pointing in different directions and his teeth are crooked and yellow.

"Oh, I see," he says with a dopey grin. He approaches Raphael. "Friendly goblin, will you live in my cellar and make shoes?"

"I can make your face into a shoe," Raphael snaps, raising a fist.

"Good sir, we are trying to find the tower of Savanti Romero," Donatello cuts in, imitating a British accent. Diaval rolls his eyes at the imitation yet again.

"Egad! You do not want to go there," the knight squeaks. "You don't even want to speak his name, lest you summon him."

"Who? Savanti Romero? That punk? Please. I can take that horn-headed freak in my sleep," Michelangelo boasts, unaware of the fact that the demon mutant he's speaking of has landed behind him. The others stiffen. "He's chump change. A crump snatcher. I'm not scared of him in the...he's right behind me, isn't he?"

He looks up, letting out a whimper as Savanti growls. The other mutants ready their weapons. "Fools!" Savanti bellows, smacking Michelangelo aside.

He lunges for Renet and she cowers behind her sceptre. "No!" she squeaks, but the powerful weapon is ripped from her grasp as she's thrown into a tree.

"Finally," Savanti cackles. "The sceptre is mine!"

"Tis the Demon of the Tower!" the knights exclaim in terror. "Run away! Run away!"

"The Time Sceptre will never stop the Mutant Warriors!" Renet threatens. "So...maybe you'll give it back?"

"Never!" Savanti shouts, smacking the staff down. "You shall be forever stuck in the confines of time!" A bright light bursts from the sceptre, sending a gust of wind at them.

When it stops, Leonardo is the first to react. "Get him!" he orders.

The turtles and Destiny yell and rush forwards, but Savanti hardly looks shaken. He laughs as he disappears into thin air and a second later, the turtles and all their allies disappear as well.