Nicholas charged Grim, his arms lengthening as he moved towards the other student. He whipped his arm forward, sending his arm speeding towards Grim in a wild haymaker. Grim ducked slightly, and took advantage of the opening, charging towards Nicholas, who was still recovering from his punch. He slammed his fist into his stomach, but his attack bounced off.

Nicholas laughed "Nice moves, but no punch is gonna take me down,"

Grim rolled backwards, staying out of range of kicks and quick punches from the other student, "Thanks for the advice," Grim replied, purple smoke emerging once again from his body, "I guess I won't be punching you anymore,"

The purple smoke spread across the floor, filling the space up to the knees of the two combatants, concealing their feet and shins, and clinging to their legs as they circled each other.

"I see your strategy," Nicholas claimed, "Fill the area with smoke, so you can attack from any direction,"

"Not quite," Grim smiled, as the smoke began towering behind him, "I just need a lot of space and smoke for this one,"

"Wha-" Nicholas began, before his mouth dried in horror. The smoke started to pull down, revealing the glistening bones of a towering skeleton's upper body, its rib cage wrapping around Grim like a protective shield. The bones clattered and ground together as the skeleton reached out to steady itself on the adjacent building. Nicholas spluttered, attempting to force the words out in a panic, as he backed away from the towering monstrosity.

"Like it?" Grim called out in a mocking tone, "this, is the Odokuro."

Nicholas tried to respond, but was distracted by a loud ringing noise in the background, seeming to occupy all the space around him

"Hear that? The tolling bells…" Grim said, as the Odokuro reached out with a skeletal hand, grabbing Nicholas in its giant grasp, "They mean, your time is up."

Jeffrey drifted over the enemy base, eyeing the two guards. He curved slightly, flying downwards into earshot, before stopping, and starting to hover, delicately flapping his wings to stay upright and afloat.

"Hey you!" he called down to them, trying to draw their attention. They turned to face him, looking up at the hovering figure in surprise, "Yeah, you two!" he continued, "what a bunch of losers you are! Getting stuck on defence! What, you couldn't jog across the city!" he taunted.

The reaction was immediate, the black haired boy shouted something that Jeffrey missed, and the reddish-orange haired boy, who threw his hand out, sending a bolt of lightning crackling across the sky, just missing Jeffrey's wing by a millimetre.

"Woah shit!" Jeffrey cursed, as he pulled his wings in and began to plummet, desperate to avoid any more lightning bolts from the redhead. He quickly looked around, trying to spot Hex, but he saw no signs or signals from his teammate. Jeffrey extended his wings just before he hit the ground, catching the wind that had just been flying past him and zooming past the two guards, ascending into the air.

Jeffrey gulped down his fear, then continued to taunt the other team, "Ha! Maybe it was a good idea to leave you on defence; you're such a bad shot, you'd probably hit your teammates!"

"Shut up!" The redhead yelled, "If you're so confident, stay still and get fried!"

Jeffrey smiled in relief. 'Thank god Grim's plan's still working," He thought to himself,

His thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of electricity coursing through his body, his muscles seizing and his wings locking up. He plummeted once again, this time crashing into the ground.

"Owwww," he groaned, as he rolled over onto his back, "My ribs,"

"Nice shot Aaron" The black haired boy commented,

"Just had to get him to stay still," the redhead answered, flexing his fingers, "One down," he sighed, "we'll deal with his teammates when they come to help him."

Name: Aaron Odessa

Quirk: Electrokinesis. He is capable of expelling electricity from anywhere on his entire body. He can control where it goes, how it travels, and can pull electrical energy from the air.

Aaron was a young man with deep blue eyes and reddish-orange hair with the sides and bottom of the back of his head in a buzz cut, while the rest was in a bun, with a few strands falling over his face. He had dark skin, marked with a shallow and faded scar over his left eye. He stood at 6'3, with a lean build.

Nick twisted in the skeletons grip, desperately striving to escape the situation he had found himself in.

"No point in struggling," Grim informed Nicholas, his twisted grin still present, "The Odokuro cannot be destroyed, and its grip is too strong to escape from. This fight is over. I suggest you surrender, befor-"

Grim suddenly cut off his tirade, the skeleton fading into smoke as he clutched the sides of his head, "Fuck!" he cursed, pain clear on his face, Nicholas dropped to the ground as the skeleton's hand dissolved, the smoke returning to Grim's body. He removed his hands from his head, turning to face Nicholas, "Well, it seems your teammate was worth more than I thought. She seems to have broken my constructs,"

"She's not the only one you underestimated," Nicholas replied, marching over too Grim with a determined expression. He grabbed Grim by the collar, and delivered a punch to his jaw, knocking him to the ground. He quickly looked around, racing off before Grim could recover.

Lionora charged Sirk, aiming to smash her shoulder into him. She intended to bowl him over and trample him underfoot, but Sirk stood firm as she collided with him, neither of them knocking each other over, but Lionora managed to push Sirk backwards,

"Impressive!" Sirk quipped, as he reached up and grabbed Lionora's arm, throwing her over his shoulder and into the ground, "I haven't been shoved like that in years,"

Lionora coughed as she hit the ground, but she quickly rolled over and pushed herself to her feet, charging at Sirk again. This time, she stopped before impact, and swung a fist downwards, aiming for Sirk's head. He raised an arm to block it, but the force of the strike pushed him down to one knee.

"Christ," he groaned, "You are probably the strongest person I have ever fought,"

He pushed himself back to his feet, lifting Lionora's fist as he stood.

"Sorry about this," he muttered, then lifted his leg, delivering a kick to Lionora's stomach that sent her tumbling backwards, like she'd been hit by a car. Lionora yelped as she fell, hitting the ground with a crash. She tensed up, waiting for a follow-up strike, but nothing came. Instead, Sirk stood over her, offering her a hand up.

"Sorry, that was my quirk," he apologised.

Name: Sirk Nardia

Quirk: Energy Absorption. He can absorb any energy he is hit with, be it kinetic, electric or heat energy, and convert it into kinetic energy to be used by his own body, allowing him to hit harder, jump higher, and move faster.

Lionora blinked in surprise at the offered hand, then grabbed it, yanking it towards her as she delivered a kick to Sirk's stomach, driving the air out of his lungs and knocking him onto his back. Sirk let out a grunt of surprise as he felt the hoof drive into his stomach, sucking in air as he slammed into the ground, alternating between groaning in pain and desperately trying to regain his breath.

"Sorry!" Lionora said with a smile, as she climbed to her feet, "But Kogane said we need to win this, so I gotta do this, for my team!"

"Owww," Sirk responded, rolling over to his side, "I can't feel my organs,"

Lionora skipped towards the flagpole, reaching out to grab it, before a loudspeaker crackled to life

"Attention everyone!" Jackhammer's voice sounded out from all around them, "Team two's flag has been taken, capturing team one's flag is hereby forbidden until recapture has occurred!"

"Darn," Lionora huffed, "So close."

Jeffrey spun to the left, narrowly avoiding a ball of electricity while desperately keeping hold of Hex's wrist, who clutched the stolen flag as if his life depended on it.

"Can't you fly any faster?" yelled the cat-eared as they dodged another lightning bolt.

"How about I drop you? That should make me faster!" Jeffrey retorted, in an irritated tone, this being the third time in a row Hex had complained about the speed, and the violent shocking he had received earlier wasn't making anything easier.

"...Good idea actually," Hex said, as he held the flag out with a grin, Jeffrey took hold of the flag in confusion, and Hex let go immediately.

"Are you completely ins…Nevermind!" He stopped himself from scolding Hex as the latter landed cat-like on one of the multitudes of thick steel pipes.

He flapped his wings, ready to shot towards their base when a pair of arms shoot out from below, one grabbing hold of his left ankle while the other arm started wrapping around his wing, sending him straight into the wall of a nearby building.

"Guess we underestimated you guys a bit," said Nicholas, who retracted his arms, as he approached Jeffrey, "Must be something in the water."

Jeffrey quickly jumped to his feet, ready to defend himself as he saw the other two approach them.

"We'll make this easy for you," Nicholas said, holding his hand out to Jeffrey, "Hand over the flag, and we'll let you, and your friend, walk away unharmed,"

"How do you know my friend's still here?" Jeffrey bluffed, "It's not like you can spot him," Jeffrey pointed a finger in a random direction, "I bet he's a mile off in that direction,"

"Why's he standing behind Kaneki then?" replied Aaron with a raised brow. "By the way. You chose the worst person as cover, Catboy."

Kogane spun around quickly, thrusting his arms outwards in an x-formation towards where he guessed the other student was hiding.

Hex flashed into sight, the panic seeming to take control of his quirk as Kogane reached out, touching the other student on the forearm. The effect was immediate, Hex's skin immediately coating itself in a sheen of gold, seizing up and stopping moving as the gold spread past his elbow, up to the shoulder and across his torso, freezing Hex in place as a gaudy extravagant statue, still wearing his gym uniform.

Kogan simply huffed behind his mask, turning back to their remaining opponent.

Name: Kogane Kaneki

Quirk: Midas Touch. Anything he touches, be it living or not, turns to gold for a limited amount of time.

Kogane was a fair-skinned Japanese boy, standing at 5'3, with a lithe build, packed with subtle muscle, built up over years of light exercise. He had medium length black hair, the top neatly combed back to expose his forehead, and the sides tucked behind his ears. His eyes were striking, with a pitch black iris, and pupils coloured with a mix between amber and gold.

Jeffrey stared in horror at his teammate, backing away from Kogane with a wide-eyed look, "wha-" he spluttered, "Ho-how did you see him?"

"Electricity," Aaron stated, a smile growing on his face, "The body produces electricity, I just looked for where unexplained energy was coming from. Think of it like sensing an aura, only its real, and not some horoscope tripe found in a trashy magazine."

Jeffrey swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. He was alone, in a three on one situation, with no signs that backup was coming. His only nearby ally was now a statue; his other partners were god knows where. He sighed to himself, could this day get any worse?

A loud stomping sound echoed from the building they stood on, growing louder and louder as they waited, till the door to the staircase that led up to the roof was smashed open, flying across the roof and tumbling down into the street below with a series of loud crashes. Lionora stepped out from the doorway, panting slightly as she walked towards her other teammates.

Jeffrey almost screamed in frustration, as he saw the new participant in the potential upcoming battle.

"Hey guys!" Lionora called, smiling at her teammates, "Sorry it took so long to get here, this place is such a maze!"

"Don't worry Lionora," Nicholas said, "Situations handled, we just need to get the flag back to our base and take out their guard once this one is down."

"Don't worry about that!" Lionora announced with glee, "I already took him down. He hit pretty hard, but I guess I just hit harder! And I was this close to their flag," the last part said with slight disappointment.

Aaron opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by a thin cloud of purple smoke, gliding across the rooftop from behind the group.

Nicholas groaned while a slight smile spread on Jeffrey's face as the smoke veil appeared and began circling them.

"That is not nice. Counting me out like that. Or do you think one hit is enough?"

They all threw their heads around, Grim's voice emanating from every point within the smokescreen, doubling over itself to create a hellish fake echo.

Aaron clenched his fist. "So what? It's still two versus four! We have…" he was cut off by a figure dropping to the ground between them and Jeffrey, revealing itself as Grim with his hood pulled up.

"Maybe count again? Cause I'm sure we have the higher number!" Grim pointed in an arc with his arm.

The other five paused for a second, processing what he meant, until the smoke started lighting up with countless pairs of glowing red eyes. As the veil cleared more, the eyes revealed themselves to belong to a literal army of Grim's, all waiting to jump into action.

"Holy fuck!" gasped Jeffrey seeing the sheer power hiding inside his shorter teammate, and why he had been recommended for the hero course.

"W-W-We are not afraid" stuttered Lionora, as her knees quivered in fright.

"Stay focused!" Nicholas called out, sinking into a defensive stance, "Keep your eyes on the real one!"

"And that would be?" every clone said in perfect synchronization, "For all you know I could be as far away as our base, or I could be right behind you!" taunted the Grim in front of them pulling his hood back, revealing that his eyes and mouth were held shut by black thread, sewn through his eyelids and lips. The other Grim's mimicked the action, revealing the same stitched shut face over and over, forming a sea of blank expressions and eerie silence.

"Psst," a voice hissed in Jeffrey's ear, and he instantly stiffened in place, expecting Grim to jump scare him only to see nothing but air behind him.

"Hex?" he whispered in surprise.

"Don't draw attention," Hex answered, "Quick, while they're distracted, drop the flag off the roof, and out of sight,"

"Ho-how did you get out of the statue?" Jeffrey demanded

"I'll explain later, drop the flag, now!"

Jeffrey complied, stepping backwards and dropping the flag to the street below, making sure to keep the other group in his line of sight.

He quickly dodged an elastic punch from Nicholas who yelled "Not so fast! You still have our flag bird boy!"

Jeffrey raised his arms above his head, signalling that he was complying with their demand, quietly praying that Hex had retrieved the flag, and was making his way back to their base. He returned his gaze to the fight, watching the clones closing in on the members of the enemy team.

Nicholas threw a punch forward, hitting nothing but thin air as the Grim in front of him began turning back into smoke just like the rest of them.

"You guys seriously fell for one of the oldest tricks ever" chuckled Grim's voice from behind Jeffrey.

The pale teen turned his head to the direction the smoke was sucked, seeing a pair of crimson devil horns and a batch of red-tipped black hair, finally visible thanks to the removal of the skull beanie he had seen all day.

"He's trying to buy time!" Kogane yelled, turning to face the duo.

"And why should I do that?" Grim replied in a mocking tone, moving to stand beside Jeffrey with a smirk on his face.

Realisation dawned on the quartet's faces, as the gravity of the situation hit them.

"Where's the flag?" Nicholas asked, marching towards Jeffrey with an angered expression.

"Doesn't ring a bell," Jeffrey replied, his heart beating rapidly as he moved back towards the edge of the rooftop. "See ya!" he called, then leaned back, his wings expanding to catch the air currents as he fell off the rooftop. Grim gave a mocking salute, then leapt off the roof to follow Jeffrey, his arm lengthening to hook onto the edge of the roof and slow his descent.

"After them!" Aaron yelled, then raced to the edge of the roof, grabbing hold of a pipe that ran down to the ground, sliding down smoothly before taking off after the two escapees.

As soon as the feeling returned to his body, Sirk pushed himself back to his feet, stretching out the kinks that had set into his body from the minutes he had spent lying on the ground,

"That was one hell of a workout," he groaned, "You really should have seen that last punch coming," he berated himself, "Not everyone holds to a code like you do."

He moved to stand in front of the alley Lionora had come from, reasoning it would be the most direct route that both his team, and the enemy team, would take.

"Gonna have to spar with that girl again sometime," he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders "Seems hero work is gonna be more than I expected,"

A flash of colour drew his attention, and Sirk turned his head to see a blue flag, moving across the roofs towards him, the banner trailing in the wind. Sirk stared in confusion, till realisation clicked into place in his head.

"Hex!" He called, charging towards his teammate with a wide grin.

"Who else?" Hex responded, phasing through a pipe that was in his way as he approached.

Name: Hex Dreemurr

Quirk: Ghost Cat. This quirk grants Hex the feline features and senses of a cat and the abilities of invisibility and intangibility.

"Anyone following you?" Sirk asked.

"Ha," Hex laughed as he jumped off the roof landing before Sirk, "Everyone is following me, the plan was only ninety-nine percent effective,"

"Blame Grim," Sirk responded, "I just stayed at the base."

"Now's not the time for arguments," Hex retorted, "Time to secure victory."

"You'll have to get through me!" a voice called from team one's base.

Hex and Sirk turned to see Nick, landing in between the flag and them.

"Shit," Hex cursed holding the flag closer to his body.

"Its a two on one," Sirk reassured him "We got this,"

"He could still delay us," Hex answered, "Till his teammates catch up."

Realisation dawned on Sirk's face, before being replaced by a wicked smile.

"Keep a tight grip on the flag," He said, as he grabbed Hex by the shoulder.

"Wh-" His question was interrupted by Sirk picking him up, spinning once, and throwing him towards the base. However instead of taking him down the cat boy simply phased through Nick, before rolling into the flag's holding tube with a hollow thud, signalling their victory.

"SAFE!" the loudspeaker announced, the message echoing throughout the compound, followed by an eerie silence.

"Now," Jackhammer spoke, as he stood in the open air in front of the eight members of team's one and two. "Who can tell me, where team two did well," he asked the rest of the students, who had formed a semi-circle around the participants of the previous match

Isabella and Kacy raised their hands.

"Isabella," Jackhammer said, indicating for the student to step forward.

Isabella was a skinny girl, standing at 5'5 with a skin tone of radiant chestnut, and straight shiny black hair, with rogue strands coming off at the roots ends and falling over one of her almond-shaped golden eyes, covering it. She wore the school uniform with an impeccable neatness, not a single crease visible on any part.

"They split into two even teams," Isabella said, "While it fell apart later, when they made the plan, it would have allowed them to have a better chance if they ended up facing three members of the other team."

"Exactly," Jackhammer confirmed, "The plan was good, but poorly executed in the long run."

"They also had good team composition," Isabella continued, "Aaron and Kogane had good defensive potential, and Aaron had ranged potential, eliminating the weakness of having to remain in the base. On the other hand, Nick and Lionora had better movement potential, which gave them the best shot at getting the flag."

"Once again, correct," Jackhammer nodded, "Excellent work Isabella."

Isabella nodded in acknowledgement, stepping back into line with the other students.

"Now, who can tell me where they went wrong?" Jackhammer asked.

Once again, Kacy and Isabella raised their hands, along with the tanned boy with long black hair, held back in a ponytail, the same boy who had led them to the training compound.

"Dakota," Jackhammer said, signalling for the tanned boy to step forward "what do you think?"

Dakota stood at 5'7, with a somewhat muscular build. His skin was tanned, almost caramel coloured, which blended with his brown almond shaped eyes. His hair was long, hanging down to the middle of his back, held together in a simple ponytail. He wore part of the school uniform, choosing to shed the shirt and show off his physique instead, along with a black headband with red stripes and a feather pointing up on the right side

"After they beat Jeffrey," Dakota said, "They should have checked the area for backup. They may not have been able to see Hex, but if they kept their eyes open, they might have seen Hex stealing the flag. Also," he continued, "Nick probably should have made sure Grim was unconscious before running off."

Jackhammer nodded in agreement, while Nick looked down at his feet guiltily.

"Now, team one, where did they go well."

Two students stuck their hands up, a girl with curly, golden brown hair, highlighted with red tips, and a brunette with a messy ponytail and two bangs that framed her face

"Coral," Jackhammer said, pointing at the girl with curly brown hair

"They won!" Coral said, a sly smile on her face

Jackhammer cracked a small smile, as he hung his head, "Technically correct, but not what I'm looking for." He switched his gaze to the brunette, "What about you, Loreley?"

Loreley was a 5'9 tall with an athletic build. She had porcelain-coloured skin with almond shaped, honey-coloured eyes. Her brown hair fell down to her mid-back and was tied into a messy ponytail, with two chin-length bangs on either side of her face to frame it, while a light scar parted her left eyebrow.

"They made an effective plan that played to the team members strengths well," Loreley answered, "And when things went wrong, they improvised and overcame the obstacles in their way,"

"Very good Lorely," Jackhammer answered. "Now, finally," he said, with an evil glint in his eye, "Where did team one go wrong?"

Immediately, several hands shot up, their eyes turning to look at Grim and Sirk with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Seems we have a lot of opinions here," Jackhammer said, "Let's go with… Emma," he said, pointing towards the girl with a traditional black hijab covering the majority of her brown, wavy hair.

Emma was a young Afghan girl standing at 5'6, with a figure somewhere between an hourglass and a rectangle. Her black eyes were slanted downwards, with silvery white irises that blended into the sclera with an almost invisible seam. Her forearms and hands were covered with scales that started in a gunmetal grey, and faded to a greyish white as they approached the underside. Her nails were long and clawlike, and behind her stretched a one and a half metre long tail, covered in the same scales that adorned her forearms and hands.

"Their plan fell apart," she answered, stuttering slightly and avoiding eye contact, while revealing a dark bluish-grey colour inside her mouth as she spoke, "after Grim left to deal with Nick and Lionora, Jeffrey was at a disadvantage, which led to an injury. On top of that, Grim lost the fight with Nick after the constructs he sent after Lionora were destroyed." She paused for a moment, taking a breath before continuing "Though i would say the fault lies with Sirk as he disrupted that fight when he helped Lionora, and destroyed Grim's constructs."

The reaction within the two team's was immediate; a mixture of surprise and confusion; the only ones not affected were Lionora and Sirk. Grim turned to glare at Sirk, an expression of complete rage taking over his face, while the other five stared at the duo with puzzled expressions.

"Excellent observation Emma," Jackhammer said, seemingly oblivious to the building tension within the team. "No-" he began, before Grim interrupted him, his signature smoke starting to waft in circles around him. "You!" he growled while keeping his death glare fixed on Sirk.

Before anyone could react Grim's hand shot forward, his fingers quickly changing into long thin blades, narrowly missing the other students head.

"Hey now," Sirk said, as he backed away from his bloodthirsty teammate, "I was just training myself not to rely on cowardly tactics," he centred his weight, getting ready for another attack "That's what this is right, training. I'm not going to practice relying on an unfair advantage, that's a cheaters view, and no cheater's ever won a fair fight with me."

Grim charged forward, retracting his arm as he went. He barreled towards Sirk, slashing towards his ribs in a frenzied rage. Sirk danced back, but was forced to block the blades with his arm when Grim got to close. The blades left a set of crimson slashes as Grim yanked his arm back for a follow-up slash, changing his aim to Sirk's face this time. Sirk grabbed Grim's arm with his injured one, holding it back and preventing any more cuts, so Grim swung his fist towards the other boys head. The fist connected, but Sirk ignored it, it having no effect thanks to his quirk. He grabbed Grim's wrist, pulling it away from his face with a determined expression.

"Well, looks like I was right," Sirk taunted, "No cheater's going to win a fight against me."

Grim snarled, and placed his foot against Sirk's midriff, using it as leverage to tear his arms from Sirk's grasp. He backed away, the smoke emerging from Grim's shoulders and doubling in intensity as it formed a towering pillar.

"Oh shit!" Nicholas cursed, as he recognised the pillar of smoke, "We gotta stop him now!" he called to the rest of the class, and a few people sprung into action, as Mr Decker had tackled Sirk to the side protecting him from the massive skeleton's arm that darted out of the smoke, aiming for the teenager. Emma, Dakota, Isabella and Loreley raced forward, engaging their quirks as they ran. Lorely thrust her arm forward, conjuring a whirlwind, disrupting the smoke that was forming and preventing even more of the skeleton from developing, while Isabella sent out a ball of silvery aura, ripping the skeleton's arm away from the dissipating smoke cloud and throwing it into the ground. While they did this, Dakota pulled a short staff from his forearm, looping it over Grim's head and pulling back against his throat, holding him in place while Emma sank her fangs into his neck, causing Grim to stiffen in place, all his muscles tensing simultaneously as the venom travelled through his bloodstream.

Mr. Decker climbed back to his feet, seeing the four students restrain the still lightly struggling Grim.

"Sorry, but it looks like class is over for the day. Kids, let him go and go to your dorms. I'll take him from here," he turned to Sirk, who had also climbed back to his feet. "You come too. You both need to go to the infirmary, and I think we need to clear this up before he goes off a second time."

Sirk nodded silently, removing his gym uniform jacket to wrap around his injured arm as he helped the teacher lift the incapacitated student. The trio wandered off towards the main school building, supporting a still growling Grim between Sirk and Mr Decker.

"Sir!" Isabella called out, but either the teacher was too far away to hear her, or he was ignoring her, as he didn't respond. She hung her head, "He never told us where the dorms were," she complained, the rest of the class echoing her sentiment.

and that was it for this chapter. i hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to follow/favorite or leave a review. as you can see towards the end we rushed a bit through the intros and that will be the case for the next chapters (which are thankfully already written cause i'm a fat idiot that keeps on reinjuring his wrist TwT) so that we can get the students appareances and quirks out of the way and start leading into the first arc.

Characters introduced this chapter:

Kogane Kaneki, Quirk: Midas Touch (TheExhausted)

Dakota Akecheta, Quirk: Arsenal (The Saiyan Sage)

Aaron Odessa, Quirk: Electrokinesis (Spirytas)

Isabella Newtonia, Quirk: Gravity Vector Control (ManofPewter)

Loreley Morgan, Quirk: Tornado (anonymica)

Emma Dil Ozer, Quirk: Black Mamba (LunaRose2468)