Chapter Twenty Two.

Dio liked his lips. The stench of fear-sweat on the air reminding him of when he had seen his father last. Shaking in his bed, froth and dirt spilling into the creases of his face. There had been but a few moments in his life that had made Dio feel true joy, that had been one of them.
This moment, however, did not bring him joy. Merely a calming amusement. All around him, Class 1-A were fighting dirt constructs. If not for the smell of animal feces mixed into the constructs, he might have just been happy.
'They are incredibly loud,' he said, slamming his fist into a construct. 'I must admit, the screams of those begging for mercy are pleasant, but what do they have to fear? It is not like the constructs will actually kill them.'
Dio walked on, grabbing a construct by its rock-horns 'Especially not me,' he said, twisting as it slammed into a tree. 'Though I will give them this. They make excellent weights.'
The rest of Class 1-A were closing in on him, he muttered once more to himself before they came close to him. 'Oh Midoriya, I can not wait until I hear your cries of desperation. "P-please, don't kill me… ahhhh".' He chucked at his high-whisper scream.
'So, it would appear they are sending these constructs against us.'
'I think if we stick together,' Midoriya said. 'That we can reach the camp faster.'
'I would disagree,' Dio interjected. 'If I am correct in my assumption they can only control or manifest a few constructs at a time. If we are all in one group, then it will be easier for them to corral us and stop us from moving. But if we seperate into a few groups, perhaps three or four people, then they will become more manageable.'

Flexing his talon-fingers, Maneater lumbered into view of the other League members. Of all of them, he was physically the strongest. His legs were those of a goat, while his face was that of a well-bred equine. Two great leather bat wings burst out from his back, all the while his skin was an almost translucent white.
In the country he had once called home, he had been called a demon. In those days, Quirks had been outlawed in his country. His kind had been ostracized, becoming citizens without nations.
As a boy, barely seven years old, he had been abandoned by both family and government. His orphanage had kicked him out, unwilling to keep him around. He had stood taller than the adults even then, easily a head-taller. He had scared the other children, each of them with their own Quirk. Sammael, who could shoot his nails like guns. Ezekiel, who had the wings of an angel.
He had been different. With his demonic visage came an insatiable appetite. He could only be satisfied after eating a cow, meat, bone, it mattered not.
He had been forced to travel his country, travelling to England in the end. In those days, Britain had been in a great upheaval. By then he had been over twenty years of age, and easily the size of a house. He had made a living there, in England, fighting.
When order had been returned, he had to flee again. Then he found Japan. Now, all he was good for was killing.
'Maneater,' said the hand-boy. With a nod, Maneater approached him slowly. 'Greetings,' his words were a growl. 'Who do you need dead?'
Hand-boy presented the picture of a young boy, 'Him. Izuku Midoriya.'

Dio sat down alone, none of the others had arrived yet. He had easily outrun them, kiting them and the constructs. He did not need distracting, not yet. He had felt off. He had sensed something in the forest.
It was a distant feeling, one he could not yet name. But for some reason, he felt happy about it. Like something that he bothered him was soon to be no more.
'Hi, Dio.'
His sense of happiness was ruined again. Midoriya filled his sight as he turned to face the voice. 'Oh, why hello, Midoriya.'
'You got here pretty fast.'
Dio nodded. 'It would appear so. I am going to go for a short walk. I'll be back soon.'
Frowning, Dio went fr a walk, the world hovering besides him. 'I need some new knives.'

Within half an hour, Dio had returned to see Midoriya being struck in the groin by a small child. Despite his dislike for the green-haired boy, there were some pains no man should ever experience, that was one of them.
'What evil lurks in your heart that you could do such a thing to another man. You disgusting insect.'

Short Chapter, I know. First of all, I have been having some trouble with google docs, sorry. But I don't really like this part of Academia so I just wanted to gloss over it, the next part will probably open on the groups going into the forest then stuff hits the fan. Anyway, I hope you all take care. Besides, things should get back to normal in the next chapter.