Diagonal to their zenith, Hinata Kuroyama was holding an unconscious Kirishima in her barbaric grip. She held him out and left him dangling fifty feet in the air like rag doll, the only thing keeping him from falling to his death or suffering a severe injury was her brutish fingers curled around his mandible. His skin, soft and deactivated from its quirk, was littered with cuts and bruises and his PE clothes were torn randomly.

In her other fist, Yaoyorozu and Uraraka, who were also unconscious, were being held up by the back of their collars of their windbreakers. Blood was dripping down Yaoyorozu's feet, her pant leg soaked with the crimson substance. Uraraka was wheezing loudly and with every labored exhale she gave, blood and bits of vomit dribbled down her chin.

"Three down," Kuroyama declared as she brought their heads under her arms and tucked them in like a footballs, "three to go."

Before anyone of the Big Three on the ground could retaliate, she floated up and shot through the air towards the direction of the holding cells in the training grounds. Mere seconds later, Principal Nezu's automated voice rang through the speakers in the fake city, "Three points for Kuroyama!"

Todoroki could feel his masseter begin to cramp from how hard he was gritting his teeth. His blood drummed in his ears, his vision throbbed in excitement, and he could feel his hands feeling hot or cold.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, "We were told she's inexperienced."

Midoriya squatted a fraction and allowed the hum of his quirk to increase. "That was our first mistake," he stated with a guttural tone, "and it better be our last."

"Hey!" The three whipped around to see the smug girl leaning against a light pole a block behind them.

She smirked and stood straight, "I thought you were supposed to be the best of the best. I managed to defeat half your team in under two minutes." She crossed her arms and pursed her lips into a fake pout, "It was sad. They were all alone, trying to fight me and waiting for you to show up."

"Shut up!" Bakugo bellowed. "Those three extras are as good as we are and they-"

Kuroyama barked a laugh and cut him off, "They could handle themselves? Boy, it sure looks like that to me."

Before she could say another word, something green and quick blasted through the small space in between and slugged her in the stomach. Pain shot up her spine and she nearly keeled over.

Instead, she chuckled and wiped the vomit that spewed up on impact from her bottom lip. "About time."

She tried to take off only to find layers of hardened ice crawled up her ankles and legs until it reached her thighs. Moments later, green and black tendrils were holding her feet against the ice and asphalt, effectively tying her down. The other two boys moved in, each angrier than the last.

Crap. She was stuck.

She boxed her shoulders, tucked her chin in, raised her fists a little over her head in lethwei stance and braced herself.

"God, help me", she prayed under her breath. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last one.

In the observation room, the rest of the class held their breath the moment Midoriya hit Kuroyama. Kaminari moved to the two teachers and Recovery Girl when the screen showed Midoriya and Todoroki working together to pin her down and keep her in place while the three of them launched their attacks.

"Um, Mr. Aizawa? Shouldn't you call off the fight?"

The boy glanced at his teacher and shuddered. Never had he seen such a caring individual look so hard and indifferent towards the action in front of him. Aizawa lifted his eye patch and scratched under the scar tissue, "If she can't fight them off long enough for a seasoned hero to arrive, she doesn't belong here."

All Might leaned over to look at Kaminari, "Its the Ten-Minute-Hold, remember? They're villains right now. She's already doing a great job holding up on her own. Besides, Mr. Aizawa is righ-."

A blood curdling scream broke out through the sounds of explosions, ice breaking, and flesh pounding flesh. Ashido gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth.

Somehow, in the flurry of things, Kuroyama managed to grab Bakugo's arm, held it close to her body, and elbowed the humerus at the center point. ***When the boy managed to break free, he held it gingerly, a large, deformed lump forming right where the elbow landed.*** She had broken it. He was nearly out of commission.

She might've broken his arm, but the three had done terrible damage to her.

***Every inhale and exhale cackled with a variety of things that got in the way of her lungs. Blood seeped from every orifice of her face, her face and neck and every other visible part of her skin began to swell and discolor. Her muscles were starting to break out of her skin the way slime does when pushed through mesh. She lurched forward and something almost as dark as the asphalt beneath them spewed out of her mouth. Wind breezed past her and the boys caught a whiff of rusted iron, sweat, and fresh vomit.***

She gasped out a laugh, "I'm not down yet, suckers."

Midoriya straightened, walked up to her, and landed a solid sucker punch to her jaw. She staggered out of her ice prison and the world went black before she hit the ground.