Peko approached the safe house with a hand on the handle of her sword, ready whip it out at the first sign of danger. The hand she was using was her left one, of course. Her right hand, which wasn't actually hers, was useless. As useless as her master's right eye.

Scanning the lot, she heard rustling coming from an alley behind the store. Hina wasn't very stealthy. Makoto, from the roof, watched Peko's every move. The swordswoman's attention was now on the swimmer. She'd been spotted.

"Hina, she knows you're there. If you run out now you might catch her by surprise."
Makoto informed his teammate through their connected headsets. He didn't know if that was the case, but he wanted to encourage Hina as much as possible.

Hina listened to Makoto's voice through her earpiece and took a deep breath. This was it. She might not even come out of this alive. She'd been through so much at Hope's Peak Academy. To die here, at the hands of despair, would make her a disgrace.

She jumped up and ran out of the alley with all of the strength in her well-toned legs. She didn't really go into this with a solid plan, but she figured that if she could throw Peko's sword out of reach and pin her to the ground, there's no way she could fight back. The real problem was that she didn't know where Fuyuhiko was, or what he would do. All she knew was that he was somewhere in the area.

Peko's eyes were trained on Hina from the moment she started moving. As Hina ran straight towards her, Peko slid out of her path, kicking Hina to the ground when the swimmer stopped to turn around. Before she could regain enough strength, Peko unsheathed her sword and stabbed Hina's hand. The latter cried out in pain while Kyoko and Makoto watched, shocked, from the rooftop.

"Hina! Are you oka-" Peko kicked off Hina's earpiece and stomped on it. In an instant, it was reduced to a pile of black pieces. Makoto's end filled up with static.

His first instinct was to climb off the roof and help his friend, but as if she sensed his thoughts, Kyoko held an arm out in front of him to hold him back.

Just before Peko had removed her sword from Hina's hand and was about to plunge it through the girl's torso, Hina flipped onto her back and kicked the arm Peko was holding her sword with, using all of the force she could muster. Instinctively, the gray-haired girl grabbed for it with her right hand, but the fingers didn't move to grasp it. The sword clattered to the ground.

Thinking she could be fast enough to avoid another move from Hina, Peko turned to pick the sword up off the ground. As she turned her back to Hina, the girl lunged forward and tackled Peko, flinging Peko's glasses off.

Fuyuhiko was still leaning against the rock where he had separated from Peko. He was within a close enough range to see some brown haired girl tackle his hitwoman to the ground. This was unusual. Never before had someone dared to make a move against them, much less have enough strength to take one of them down. He knew he had to intervene somehow.

Makoto and Kyoko observed from the roof as Hina grabbed the sword and stabbed it through Peko's shoulder. Her left shoulder, which was the only one she could wield her sword with. Hina noticed earlier how her other hand flopped around as if it had no nerves or muscle connected to it. By doing this, there was no way Peko could fight back.

She slowly stood up but made sure to keep the sword through Peko's shoulder. From out of nowhere, a sharp pain emanated from her thigh. Looking down to see what had hit her, she saw blood start to spread through her pants. A bullet wound. She realized too late that someone was shooting at her. She felt another one go right through the middle of her stomach. Hina collapsed onto Peko, who still had her own sword sticking out of her shoulder.