With their decision made and their affairs settled, Izuku and Weiss finally set off toward the East, to unknown pastures and, hopefully, their friends. Before they left, however, the civilians finished looking over the things that the goons had brought with them when they attacked. No new weapons aside from the ones they'd obviously been carrying were found and the only other thing they'd had on their persons of technical value were Scrolls. However, what they all did find was a rather large collection of Lien: each goon had 1,000 Lien on each of their persons, apparently forward payment from Kurogiri and Shigaraki of a promised 10,000 Lien payout if they succeeded at their jobs. For obvious reasons, the full amount couldn't just be looted... after all, it wasn't exactly lawful to take from people, even if they were thieves.
So, with all that settled, they made their way down through the tunnel to the east. Izuku was not entirely sure how long each individual tunnel went, he knew for certain that some were longer than the others, but given that everything was underground and the only way he had of even coming close to measuring distance in the tunnels are the lights that illuminated his path forward, he was really not sure exactly how long the tunnel he'd taken was. Still, after some time of walking they ended up coming out of the opening of the tunnel and into a new chamber.
The chamber before them was actually quite oddly lit, though not thanks to the lights themselves. The chamber lights, exactly the same as the previous chamber's Izuku noted, shined down as usual, a blanket of white that illuminated what would otherwise be pure darkness. Unlike the previous room, which also had additional light from the generator, these lights served as the only light source... it was what they reflect off of that casts the room in a rather unusual color. A vast, swirling body of water made up a huge chunk of the room, a fan-like device attached at several layers of blades from the center of the pool out. On one end of the body of water, water that had the unmistakable tinge of river water was being poured in through a series of huge pipes that disappeared into the wall and up onto the surface. A filter was on either side of the pool, one end capturing large amounts of debris and gunk that might be coming in and the other capturing what was really unique about the water aside from the natural materials in it; chunks of Dust. Dust that was being poured in from another device, a combination of Fire and Lightning Dust that, when struck by the fans, activated, burning or magnetizing the odd material that might've gotten dumped into the water from the pipes leading to wherever the water was coming in from. The magnetized material stuck to the fan blades and was slowly swung off to receptacles on the side of the great body of water while the burnt material was caught on the secondary filter, with only fresh, clean, pure water being funneled up, looking to go straight up into the city itself.
However, the pretty scenery was only able to distract them from the chaos for so long.
"FUCK ME, YOU'RE THE PROFESSIONALS, DO FUCKING SOMETHING!"
"OH BIG SHOT, WENT FROM LORDING OVER US AFTER A SURPRISE ATTACK TO BEGGING FOR HIS STUPID FUCKING LIFE, WHAT A FUCKING MEME!"
In a word: anarchy. Dozens of wings beat in the air as Nevermore after Nevermore caw and circled in the air. He thought he counted out about twenty spread out into five groups, with three free flying in the air. All of them were pecking, grabbing with their talons or otherwise pestering two Mountain Glenn Hunters, one much more obviously injured than the other, who had been the one 'loudly' cursing at the moment. Cursing at who? Why, one of the seven grunts, desperately swinging bats around at the monsters around them, both in the air and on the ground.
For, indeed, it wasn't just the Murders of Nevermore in the sky that they had to contend with. On the ground there were three Adult Beowolves, fangs dripping with that red ichor that came from inside the beasts and claws rending out towards their prey. Two more Beowolves, clearly just out of the Larval state, were running about too, nipping at the heels of the various fighters. Thankfully, it seemed as though none of these Beowolves were Alphas. In addition to all of this was a sight that, momentarily, had Izuku and Weiss stop breathing as memories of their forest exercise resurfaced.
An Ursa was meandering around as well. Thankfully, much like the two Beowolves, it seemed to only be freshly out of its Larval State, in no way the huge threat constituted by the Adult Ursa Izuku encountered in the woods. Still, it was big and clearly stronger than a lot of the goons as it threw what weight it had around. The Hunters in question seemed to actually be purposefully riling up the goons with their taunts and cursing, as well as riling themselves up. It didn't take long for Izuku to imagine why: with the Goons and the Hunters forming a focused area of negative emotions, it was drawing the Grimm's attention away from a group of civilians hiding behind the raised machinery around Reservoir 17.
And that also kept the Grimm's attention away from them as well.
Izuku looked at the situation along with Weiss and, immediately, his mind went at a mile a minute. There was no other choice, after all; spend too much time thinking and lots of people could end up hurt... or worse! He had to step into the situation now to help, and he needed to do so quickly. With so many Nevermore flying about, his mind immediately flew to what, he thought, might be one of his more viable choices; he needed to clear the air.
"Weiss, listen." The Schnee Heiress looked over at him as he immediately switched his Gravity Dust Ammo out for Flame, hoping the explosions caused by the ammo would be of better help in this situation, between the Murders and The Grimm. "Switch out some of your Ice Dust for Flame, it'll be useful against the Grimm and especially the murders if my first idea doesn't end up getting results." Weiss raised an eyebrow as she noticed Izuku undo the safety on his left gauntlet.
"Izuku-"
"The Nevermore will tear them all apart if we let them stay in the air, Weiss. I need to do this." Weiss flinched a little as he spoke so certainly, though the Heiress nodded as she slowly plopped out one of Myrtenaster's ice canisters.
"Right, of course. Anything else?" Izuku thought for a moment as he looked back up.
"I need to be able to take advantage of this as quickly as possible Weiss. Do you think that you could..."
There was a feeling that forms underneath him, a minor light that shone underneath his feet as he looked down, seeing a Glyph form up on the ground beneath him. "Way ahead of you, Izuku." Weiss commented as, slowly, he watched the Glyph rose from its position on the ground, going over him inch by inch.
Izuku... he 'felt' it. Running through his veins and across his skin. It was almost hard to describe, so odd and foreign, and yet... it felt like it was touching a part of him. The Lightning Dust that made up Weiss' Glyph feeling like it was interacting with the Dust that made up 'him'. Making him faster. A lot faster...
In that moment, he almost 'felt' like he 'was' speed. His skin glowed with a hue reminiscent of a bolt of lightning as he clenched his fists together, his form practically vibrating slightly under the amount of energy that was coursing through it. Weiss sighed a bit as she wiped her brow. "Go ahead and get in there Izuku, I'll follow you in."
Izuku didn't need to be told twice, not with the power coursing through him. Going faster than he ever had under his own power, he broke off into sprint. The amount of distance he covered in the blink of an eye, while nowhere near as impressive as what Toshinori or Ruby could pull off, still left him breathless as he covered dozens of yards without much thought. His impressive speed seemed to have left most everyone and everything with little to no time to react to him as, when he brought up his left hand, he could tell that only one of the Murders of Nevermore had actually turned their gaze on him. Before they could so much as squawk out a word of warning, Izuku pressed his index finger against his thumb and he 'pushed'.
"GLENNSMASH!"
The words bolted out of him, as if his own voice had been sped up by Weiss' Glyph, as he flicked his finger in the air just above the heads of the goons and hunters. Immediately a torrent of air and power 'boomed' forth from his finger, Smashing into the air above everyone's heads and absolutely 'decimating' the horde of Nevermore above. The Murders caught in the blast slammed and cut into each other, talons piercing into other Nevermore and their bodies snapping against each other as the great torrent of force spun them round and round into each other, breaking and killing all of the Murders caught in the blast. Three other Nevermore, that hadn't joined in any group, were blown away as well. Izuku vaguely caught out that one of them managed to right itself in the air before being blown all the way back, but the others simply dropped limp on the ground a far distance away. They were not dead, but that didn't matter.
Because he'd already turned to the one remaining Murder, finger pulled back, as he pulled up the power of One For All into another Smash before he'd even registered the pain of the first.
"GLENNSMASH!"
A tornado of feathers, talons and beaks immediately erupted in the spot where the Nevermore had been, the force of the Smash impacting on them, twisting them into each other and then decimating them. Only moments after his taking the field, the air was clear of all but a single Nevermore still flapping its wings in the air.
...
"HOLY SHIT!" The cursing Hunter, now more easily identified as a relatively young woman now that there weren't so many Nevermore making so much noise, exclaimed in a mix of shock and awe as feathers from the Nevermore drifted down onto the ground before dissolving. The Goons seemed utterly shocked as well... and there was a moment where the remaining Grimm just 'looked' at Izuku.
As their eyes started to glow an even deeper read, their fur raised and they uttered a low, guttural noise from their throats, it was clear that he was very much succeeded in prying their attention away from the Goons and the Hunters.
Izuku couldn't even take a moment to feel proud of his accomplishment as his mind, going at a mile a minute, immediately turned onto the rest of the battle. Izuku watched as the Hunters, while momentarily distracted by his show of force, immediately turned on one of the Adult Beowolves and just laid into it, one of them bringing their mace around twice and slamming it into its back while the other, glaive in hands, missed one swing while immediately sinking a second into its side. The Beowolf howled in pain as it turned its attention back on the pair, its teeth bared as it roared at them. Izuku took that as his cue to 'get in there', using the considerable speed boost from Weiss to run up to one of the Beowolves, who seemed considerably surprised by his sudden movement, as his mind moved into his next plan.
He moved fast and could do so again, which kept his momentum from throwing him out of a punch. With that in mind, he looked up at the Beowolf and he prepared a swing of his left arm, the Beowolf moving to protect itself from the sudden move. All the while he charged 5% of One For All into his right hand; a ploy to attempt to get it to move its guard to the 'wrong' location so that he could 'drill' his fist into its head.
And the Beowolf seemed all too happy to oblige Izuku.
"BEACONSMASH!"
Izuku's voice, sped up still, echoed out as, rather than throw his left fist, he drilled his right one into the Beowolf's head. It was easy to tell that the explosion of fire that came from his ammunition did 'nothing' to the Adult Beowolf in front of him, not even scorching it... but it was 'very' easy to tell that his Smash more than compensated. All of the teeth on the left side of the Beowolf's mouth 'shattered' in an instant and the bone plating on the top of its head threatened to break away completely as his Fist, Smash and the Shockwave from his attack drilled right into the skull. The Grimm stumbled for a moment as his punch finished its arc back with him and, after a moment's hesitation, the Grimm utterly collapsed onto the ground... it wasn't dead and, Izuku could tell, it wasn't even 'really' unconscious as its eyes were still drifting about lazily and without direction. Izuku just stunned the beast, but for him, that was good enough for now.
Especially with the lone Nevermore flying up to Izuku and trying to get in his face. He did his best to bat the giant bird away with his arm and succeeded in doing so, keeping it off of him before its talons could rend his flesh. That, however, wasn't the only creature intent on having a piece of him; the last Adult Beowolf and the Larval Grimm immediately ran up to him, with the young ones trying to surround him, and all attack in near unison. Thankfully, their aim was either completely off or Izuku 'just barely' managed to get away from them without taking any damage.
"... FUCK THIS SHIT, WE'RE OUT OF HERE!"
He was snapped out of his combat trance for a moment as his eyes looked over at the various goons in shock; apparently, the goons had taken the opportunity afforded by his entrance in the fight and the thinning out of the Grimm as an excuse to get out of there. Immediately the other two Hunters turn to watch them leave, the young woman visibly 'fuming' at this.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YOU ALL ARE 'GOING' TO GET BACK HERE WHETHER IT'S UNDER YOUR OWN POWER OR NOT!" With that, the both of them moved on to finish off the Adult Beowolf in front of them, the creature having failed to inflict further harm on the injured and somewhat exhausted Huntsman from before. Izuku, likewise, immediately turned his attention on the adult in front of him and, with a deep breath, drew both fists in. The Beowolf had overextended itself on its previous attack, there was no way it was going to be able to avoid his assault.
"BEACONSMASH!" 5% of One For All gathered into both of his fists, he roared out in a very quick manner of speaking and drove both fists forward...
And with a *pop* the Beowolf's head flew off its shoulders and soared several yards away, leaving him gaping somewhat at the sight.
From there the fight just devolved; the Nevermore tried to strike out at him again but, again, he was able to just barely avoid it even as he expended some of his power to do so and the Larval Grimm just kind of do their best to be a nuisance... and were promptly punished for it. The Nevermore was swiftly attacked by the two Hunters who pretty much proceed to smash the thing into the ground until it was 'very' dead, the Ursa got the head popping treatment, the downward stroke of a punch just 'caving' one of the Larval Beowolves' heads into its torso and Weiss just came up from behind, thrusts Myrtenaster forward and impaled the last Grimm's head on it.
"Well, good to see you put my Glyph to good use." Weiss says, a satisfied smile on her face as she withdrew Myrtenaster with a bit of flair... only to notice that the Beowolf's head was still stuck on it. "AGH!" Weiss wildly swung Myrtenaster around a bit until, between the force of the swings and the dissolving of the Grimm, the head flew off.
"NOW, ALL SEVEN OF YOU ARE GOING TO GET BACK HERE OR SO FUCKING HELP ME I'LL FINISH THE JOB THOSE GODS DAMNED BIRDS STARTED!" Before Izuku could even speak up, the young, cursing Huntress immediately readied her Glaive and 'bolted' for the fleeing Goons, wildly swinging it about as she sliced them across the back, causing some to collapse onto the ground while she chased the others.
"... While my associate there runs off... allow me to thank you for your aid." Both Izuku and Weiss were immediately snapped out of their reveries as they turned to the Hunter with them; getting a closer look at him, he was an older man, with a bit of salt having settled into his beard and hair as he holds firmly onto his mace. "Were it not for that rather... impressive display, we would've certainly faced far more trouble." The man nodded his head slightly. "If there's anything I might be able to do as thanks, just ask... perhaps while we deal with some of these Grimm that aren't quite dead." He said as he slammed the head of his mace into the head of the stunned Adult Beowolf, killing it.
"Well... one thing that might be able to help us is if you could answer a question, sir." The older Huntsman nodded as he removed his mace from the Beowolf's dissolving skull, as the lot of them moved on to the handful of Nevermore that had merely been knocked unconscious by the blow.
"Shoot." The man said simply, which gave Izuku the go ahead.
"Well... do you have any idea where these Grimm came from and how they got in here? Did they come in one large burst or have they been funneling themselves in here?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. If he could get a good idea as to how many Grimm might be about and if this was just one wave of them, maybe he could think of some solid advice for these people, considering what he'd just gone through. The Hunter nodded slowly as he seemed to take a moment to think.
"Well... if I had to bet my last Lien, I'd probably say that these are a group that happened to come together in and then leave the Pit."
"The Pit?" Weiss asked, curious, as the man looked back over at the two students.
"Sorry, slang term for those of us old enough to have been around the block a few times here. You see, The Tunnels were originally designed as a combination training ground and trap: if any Grimm broke in through the rail system or if some of them just tried to dig under Mountain Glenn through this pass here, like those Creeps, then this place was meant to draw them. The Grimm tend to be attracted to two things: each other and human misery. So the idea was that we'd dig out a series of tunnels, stuff some of them with cages full of Grimm, and use that as a magnet to draw an invading force in. Once they got into a sensitive position 'bam', we'd collapse The Tunnels and then the Grimm would be dead."
"Now a days though with them adding these here utilities chambers, the design changed a bit; according to what I've heard, you could get around the outer-edges of The Tunnels, connected to the Underground Training Facility, and never encounter a chamber that had a Grimm Holding Facility connected to it. The Pit, then, are a series of chambers that sit almost dead center of this little outer circle of The Tunnels that made up the original holding cells." The man stroked his chin a bit. "Yeah, these Grimm here came in through one burst... but I doubt that means what you think it means. There's 'a lot' of Grimm in The Pit... Hell, I know for a fact that Chamber 12 down there is one of the ones with a Grimm Holding Cell connected to it; we pass through it every day, twice, on our commute." The man pointed out one chamber in particular, to which Izuku couldn't help but smile.
"Is there any more you can tell us about the layout?" The man scratched his head a bit.
"Well... only so much as I know. Even being here as long as I have, I've only got hearsay myself. The higher ups have been very insistent that only people that need to know have a full picture of what The Tunnels look like. Everyone just knows their escape routes... still, I can give ya that at least."
"Well thank you anyway, we appreciate it."
"Not a problem young man, now, if you would be so kind-"
"And keep an eye out while we tie these chuckle fucks up and make sure they don't try to pull this same bullshit again, that'd be 'great'." All three of them turn to watch as the glaive-wielding Huntress walked back toward them all; a couple goons were being bodily dragged in one of her hands while she kept her glaive at the ready in the other, the rest of the Goons, bleeding from various spots, just stumbling along as they seemed to have been thoroughly broken in by the woman. Izuku and Weiss just nodded as the two Hunters got down to business.
Again, the pair seemed quite adept at their craft, easily running the rope around all of them and hog-tying them to make sure they all stay in place. As this went on, Izuku stepped forward, a worried look on your face.
"By the way, sir, if you're injured... well, if you don't have supplies, my teammate and I here have some and we're both relatively trained in first aid. If you need-"
"Don't worry about it youngster. We've got some emergency kits around here somewhere; good to have when you're working around machinery, you know." The man chuckled as he finished a knot. "And I'm pretty good at patching myself up after all these years. Prefer it too; not that I doubt your education boyo, but I just prefer to look after myself if I can."
"He's a stubborn old bastard like that, so don't take it too personally." Izuku and Weiss nod again as Weiss looked over the goons.
"Listen, we were in Chamber 16 earlier and we saw that guys like these were trying to set a bomb up on a generator. Were these guys up to anything similar?" Weiss asked, crossing her arms, as they all heard a short 'gasp' from the side. Izuku and Weiss turned their heads to see one of the civilians run up to them, gasping for breath slightly before giving they both a polite nod.
"Ah, yes they were Hunters." Both he and Weiss blushed slightly at being referred to as such, the obvious deference offered to them by the civilian engineer clear in his tone of voice. "Excuse me, I'm Engineer First Class Clarke, I'm supposed to oversee the operations here in Chamber 17. While they didn't bring a 'bomb', per say, they seemed intent on smashing up a lot of the equipment to make sure it'd stop working... I believe their intention was to break the machine so that it wouldn't purify the water going into Mountain Glenn... or worse, so that they could easily poison it with something..."
That snapped all four of them to attention as they immediately set about searching through the goons and their pockets. While most of them had the standard stuff, no new weapons but Lien cards forwarded to them, Izuku did find something slightly unsettling on a handful of the Faunus: poison, and a lot of it.
"I suppose this time The Grimm acted as an almost saving grace." Clarke spoke up as he wiped his brow. "While they did do some damage to the filters bringing water in from the outside, they didn't quite do enough that this sort of material would've gotten in easily. The Grimm stopped them from accomplishing their work."
"What a time to be alive..." The older Huntsman said with a grimace as he stood up, kicking said goon in the gut. Aside from that reveal, there was no new information to have been gotten from the goons other than what he surmised.
"Hey listen, we got here form Chamber 16 and managed to help them secure their own problem before moving on this way. It's probably safer there for you all; there'll be two more Hunters there waiting and if you all continue to gather up, you'll have at least some safety in numbers. I've also sent off an emergency signal earlier before all this fully went down, so all we need to do is just wait it out." Izuku quickly filled the others in. The Hunters seemed to nod slightly, taking careful interest in the suggested plan, though Clarke shook his head.
"Though they managed to only slightly damage some of the filters, that could still present a problem for the machinery and for Mountain Glenn's water supply. As... bad as the situation is right now, it'd be a dereliction of our duty to just leave it." The younger Huntress and older Huntsman just nodded, the young woman resting her glaive on her shoulders.
"Well, the civvies are the bosses in this case, so it sounds like we'll be sticking around here for a bit." The young woman said as the older Hunter turned his gaze onto Izuku and Weiss.
"What about you two?" Izuku frown as he looked off to the other tunnel exits.
"Our friends are still probably scattered around. We really need to find them and then get back to the entrance." The older Huntsman nodded as he stroked at his beard slightly.
"As soon as Clarke and his men and women are done making some quick repairs, we'll probably fall back to Chamber 16. It isn't much, but getting ourselves further away from The Pit should keep us out of the worst of it should the Grimm take to roaming again." The man offered a quick bow of his head. "Good luck to the both of you, I hope you all find your companions. Gods' speed." The older Huntsmen returned to the goons, carrying some of them over to the civvies so they could keep a close eye on a number of them.
Plans made and everything secured in Chamber 17, Izuku and Weiss gave their well wishes to their senior Hunters and the civilians they're charged to look after and soon were on their way down the tunnel to Chamber 12. On their way down there Izuku swapped out his Fire Dust Ammo for Gravity Dust once again, all the while focusing on doing his best to heal himself up. It took a while into the tunnel but, soon enough, he felt the telltale warmth building up in one of his fingers and, within seconds and with a 'loud' snap, the bones in his finger all pop back into their place, his skin returned to a far more healthy color and the pain numbed in one of them.
"I still find that pretty unsettling. It can't feel pleasant either." Weiss commented as she crossed her arms, while Izuku just nodded in agreement as he flexed his hand a few times, wincing as he flexed his other, still broken finger.
"It isn't... but doing this gave us a pretty big advantage back there in taking out all those Nevermore. Without it, the fight would've gone on longer and everyone would've probably gotten badly injured. It was more than a fair trade off, I think." Weiss nodded slowly, though the young woman did sigh as she ran a hand through her hair.
"Just... don't make a habit out of it, okay? Pointless to ask I know, you're going to use it if you feel like you have to, but... well, it's not exactly fun for the rest of us to see you break yourself over and over again." She was quite serious about that and... yeah, she was right, if he needed to use his most powerful Smashes to save people, he would. However, it wouldn't hurt to promise that he wouldn't just use it without cause.
"I know Weiss." Izuku said with a firm nod as he clenched his fist again, Weiss just sighing as she accepted that answer while the two continued to move along. Eventually the tunnel they had been traveling through opened up into Chamber 12, both of them wincing as the much brighter lights hit them both at once. Once they blinked the spots out of their eyes, it was easy to notice a few things different about that chamber than the others. First and foremost, the chamber was 'relatively' more empty than the others, without big, huge machines operating in some corner of it or another like the generator or water purification device. Instead, a large chunk of the room was taken up by many, many, 'many' tables, with bird cages of varying sizes sat at one end of them. Knives, pins, shackles and restraining devices were on top of the tables and, scattered about them, errant notebooks and pens were on the floor, presumably with notes taken. A few odd substances were also on the table, though he couldn't exactly tell what they were from a distance.
Mostly because of the battle going on at the center. Throughout the chamber, dissolving corpses of various Grimm were scattered about, all in some state of destruction or decay as a fight went on. His eyes caught on to seven people in the room: five of them were Hunters he didn't recognize, the only 'personnel' he thought were in the room at the time. If other Hunters he'd come across looked 'beaten up', then three of them looked like they'd been knocked down for the count; heavy wounds on them, not even the shine of their Aura remotely covering them and it seemed like they were another few knocks away from being sent under. The two others weren't much better, though they still had the grit to stand up and take the fight to the various Grimm.
Of which, while they weren't as numerous, were still causing some havoc. Three Murders of Adult Nevermore cawed and shrieked as they flew through the sky, many of their brethren laying dead on the floor as they continued their assault... on one target in particular, obscured by the cloud of vulture-sized birds. A pack of six Beowolves, four Larval and two Young, were running about the arena, the Larval Beowolves having jumped up to distract the hunters from the front while the two young adults circled in from behind to cut deeply into their backs. There was a Larval Ursa running around too, doing what it could here and there and, with a heavy swing, managing to land a blow. It was clear that there had been 'a lot more' here at one point in time, but that their numbers had been whittled down.
However, that wasn't the last thing that seriously caught your eye. For the Grimm hadn't been huddled around the deeply injured Hunters trying to finish them off. Instead, the deeply injured Hunters... well, they almost seemed lacking in color. In addition, they had someone treating to their wounds with a First Aid Kit.
Someone with a very familiar pink stripe in his hair.
Ren.
Then there was the 'bang' of Fire Dust exploding amidst the Murders of Nevermore, the birds having ducked out of the way of the attempted blast as you heard shotguns being cocked from within the cloud. It hadn't taken long after the birds momentarily flew away from their target that he spotted a young women inside the crowd, an all-too familiar battle cry reaching his ears after that. However, distantly, he caught something else; the glow of the figure's Aura hadn't seemed particularly strong at that moment, and what's more, scratches had appeared on her skin. The last thing he caught before the Murders of Nevermores closed back in around the young woman was a mane of golden hair.
Yang.
Immediately Izuku and Weiss tensed up, realizing they'd come across the first of their friends.
As his mind tried its best to come up with a plan... something happened. A 'huge' banging and crashing sound echoes from down the tunnels, something that momentarily drew his attention.
'What was that?'
Hmmm...
First it was 23 Seconds.
Then it was 24 Seconds...
Yes.
Tomura Shigaraki had just about gotten a handle on Shota Aizawa's Semblance, he thought. It was interesting; while a great deal of Semblances were born outside of physical limitations, based more on one's Aura, there were some that were built directly into physical aspects of the body. Shigaraki's, for example, depended on his hands; while he had little doubt that he could perhaps evolve his Semblance one day so that the limitation was no longer necessary, for now, he absolutely needed to get his hands on someone in order to activate his own Semblance. It seemed that Aizawa had a similar problem; however powerful his Semblance was that it allowed him to nullify the Semblances of people he looked at... he still needed to look at them.
Shigaraki had been watching him fight and, slowly but surely, formed a picture in his mind of an opening... the tell was his hair. Whenever he used that Semblance of his, the force of his Aura pushed his hair up out of his face. Whenever it was down, the man was probably blinking to give his eyes a rest. That's additionally why he wore those goggles; to obscure that fact.
Tomura couldn't help but grin wickedly from underneath the hand that covered his face, tensing his body. Now that he had that information, now that he knew for certain, he could get up there and 'ruin' that man. From there, it'd be all too easy to accomplish the rest of his goals; if Toshinori Yagi didn't see fit to come to the place and die... then he could go right ahead and kill the city that loved him so dearly, right from underneath it.
The despair of the people locked inside these Tunnels... it wouldn't be contained to them for long.
As Shigaraki prepared for a charge however, something happened, something no one had expected.
First, a loud crashing sound 'roared' from behind the gates up towards the Entrance. For a moment, all the fighting stopped as everyone turned their gaze to the Entrance. Silence reigned for but a few seconds.
And then the metal doors that had locked the training facility away from the Surface had been blown right off their hinges, the huge chunks of metal soaring through the air before crashing into the ground. Shigaraki watched as Kurogiri disappeared from his spot by the entrance and, soon, reformed right beside him, having retreated... it didn't take long to see why.
Everyone, the students, the Monochrome League, Aizawa and Ju, all watched as, through the smoke, a figure slowly strode through.
"Have no fear, students..." Through the smoke and the dust, a giant of a man stepped through, dressed in a dress-shirt, pants and a tie. An all too familiar set of antennae-like blond hair crowned his head, as the legendary figure finally stepped fully into the light. The Symbol of Peace and Hope, The All Mighty Huntsman.
Toshinori Yagi.
"I AM HERE!"
Aizawa sighed as his hair dropped back down into his face, the professor reaching into his pocket to produce a vial of medicine. "About time..." As the goons and criminals, for the moment, took their focus off of Aizawa and to Toshinori, attempting to figure whether they should run or fight him, Aizawa dropped his goggles and revealed a pair of bloodshot, red eyes. He heard the brief 'flicker' of sound as Toshinori disappeared from sight behind him and, as he dropped his medicine into his eyes, Toshinori reappeared at his side... and several dozen criminals and crooks were soon left unconscious on the ground around them. "Took you long enough Toshinori. Need to give an interview on the way or something?" Aizawa remarked dryly, though the relief had been evident enough in his voice.
"I came as soon as I got the signal, apologies that I was so far away." Toshinori remarked as he cracked his knuckles.
"The rest of the cavalry?" The Eraser Huntsman blinked as he finished applying the medicine, Toshinori just staring on ahead at the remaining villains.
"An emergency signal being sent off in the middle of Mountain Glenn, in the Training Facility no less, has a lot of reinforcements tied down with the city's usual operations. As soon as Glynda and the others finish making sure the rest of the students are ready to evacuate if things do get that bad, they'll be here." Aizawa watched as Toshinori's eyes scanned about. "Midoriya was the one who sent the signal... where is he and the rest of the students?" Shota sighed as he brought his goggles back over his eyes, pointing out Kurogiri with a somewhat lazy gesture.
"I do believe that's the man you'll want to speak with... he sent them off somewhere. Who knows really." A great deal of tension suddenly entered Toshinori's posture and, if the lack of a smile on Toshinori's face had been disquieting before, then the new flow of anger that appeared as he reached a hand up for his tie had been almost frightening.
"Is that so?" With that, Toshinori easily tore his tie off from around his neck, the garment shredding into dozens of pieces. "Then let's have words."
