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Chapter 6: Oyecomova
Dust exploded everywhere as Bakugo unleashed a fiery barrage at the villains, sending them flying along with the dirty specks. Cracks formed into already ruined walls and crumbling support beams as the lowlifes were smashed against them. Some fell unconscious the moment they hit the hard concrete. Those who didn't tried to stand up, but soon found either a harden fist to the face, a Steel Ball to the gut, or a nail-bullet impeding itself in their limbs. Sometimes it would be all three for those very unlucky few who were too slow to react to the onslaught.
At first the villains had an air of true arrogant malice as they outnumbered the four youths. It had only taken a minute before they were doing everything they could to prevent getting curb-stomped. They had tried simply rushing the students, but Bakugo quickly taught them where they stood in terms of power. Those who were the first to suffer his wrath were still twitching on the ground, smelling of crispy smoke.
Some villains tried to flank them with long-ranged Quirks, but before they could take a shot, Gyro's Steel Ball would quickly collide with their skulls. Kirishima acted as the vanguard alongside Bakugo, protecting his classmates with his harden body before beating down anyone who dared got close to them.
More often than not, Johnny was the one who received most of Kirishima's protection. Much to his great annoyance and irritation. For once Johnny felt no anger at someone like the redhead covering him during most of the skirmish. In fact he couldn't really blame him since Kirishima was giving it his all to make sure no one died at the moment. Plus at the moment he had no time for wounded pride getting the better of him. One wrong move and his head would be missing from his shoulders or worst.
However, what truly made his blood boil was the villains.
Despite the fact that they were getting thrashed, they still tried to gain up on Johnny due to the fact that he was disabled. That he was most vulnerable. The most pathetic and weakest out of the four young students. From an objective stand point, it made sense to attack the one who was technically the weakest of a group in order to facture and disorganize the whole. But it still pissed him off!
Grinding his teeth in frustration and growing fury, Johnny let loose nail-bullets right and left, taking satisfaction with each downed villain.
The pile of unconscious villains at the students' feet soon piled up until finally there were none left standing. The four students panted and huffed as they stood amongst the defeated lowlifes, but in the end, they were the ones triumphant.
"Whew… That's all of 'em," Kirishima said as he let go of the shirt of a villain pipe-like extrusions coming out of his sides.
"Buncha mooks," commented Bakugo as he threw one unconscious villain onto the floor.
"Yeah… but there sure were a lot of them," said Gyro as he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, turning his gaze around to see just how many villains they had defeated.
"True, but if they are all this weak… why even attack U.A. at all?" Johnny panted as he pushed up against a broken slab. "If they guys lost to us, lost to kids, do they really think they could stand a chance against real heroes?"
"Don't know, but we should hurry and help the others!" Kirishima wiped his face as he turned to his classmates. "If we're here, I bet everyone else is also still in the USJ! I'm worried about the guys who don't really have ways to attack! Besides, while these guys might be weak, there still could be a lot of them around!"
"That sounds like a plan," agreed Gyro. "If we can get back to the entrance then we could deal with the rest of the villains and call for back up."
"Thirteen Sensei's probably got his hands full since we rushed ahead like that. Not to mention Mountain Tim Sensei was probably sent somewhere as well since we he also got up in that black mist. None of this would've happen if we'd let our Sensei deal with that mist guy by themselves. As men we've got to take responsibility…"
"If that's what you guys want, then go on ahead." Everyone blinked as Bakugo cracked his knuckles, his eyes burning with a passionate fire. "I'm gonna beat that warp gate guy to a pulp!"
"Huh?!"
"Bakugo, I know you think you're the most badass guy in the world, but you do realize that none of could touch that guy, right?" Gyro pointed out as he cracked his neck. "Nothing we did to him even scratched him!"
"Yeah, normal attacks don't work on him!" Kirishima agreed after recovering from his initial shock of Bakugo's sudden declaration. "I can't believe you're pulling that immature crap at a time like this…"
"No, we did get him," said Johnny, causing the rest of his classmates to blink before turning to face him. "Remember when I shot at him with my nail-bullets? All but one shot made holes in that mist."
"What's your point, Johnny?" asked Gyro. "The holes closed up almost immediately."
"If would let me finish, you would know that the last nail-bullet hit something other than the mist." Johnny snarked as his mentor stared at him for a moment before his eyes rounded like saucers.
"You don't mean…!"
"That misty bastard's real body is simply hiding in the mist," concluded Bakugo, looking surprisingly calm as he crossed his arms together. "Makes sense since if he truly was made out of mist, he wouldn't have dodged our attacks at all."
"Well that doesn't change the fact that we need to get back to the others right now."
"No, we need to go for that bastard. He's how these punks are getting around. Bring him down, and they'll have nowhere to run! And it's not like I don't have a way to beat him… Besides, if all they're sending us are these idiots," he pointed a thumb at the pile of villains, "we should be fine."
Johnny scratched the back of his neck before finally deciding to throw in his two cents. "I'm with Bakugo on this one." His three classmates all paused for a moment before Gyro and Kirishima gave him looks of disbelief.
"Eh? Did you actually agree with him?" asked Kirishima, tilting his head slightly as if his pupil had something taboo.
"No, I was simply muttering to myself out loud like a lunatic." Johnny rolled his eyes while the color of red-head's cheeks quickly matched his hair. "While Bakugo is a prideful loudmouth—"
"What was that, you—!
"However!" Johnny cut off the wild haired youth before he let loose another rant. "I do believe that he has the right idea. If we take down that mist guy, then everyone will have an easier time dealing with the villains."
The fury in Bakugo's eyes quickly dimmed, though not entirely gone, as he stared at the cripple who returned his gaze. For a moment none of them said anything as both Gyro and Kirishima watched the two from the sidelines. "Tch. Don't have to repeat my damn words. Whether you guys agreed with me or not, I'm still going after that warp gate bastard."
"…You two are sure calm all of a sudden." Kirishima said in an awed tone as he stared both Johnny and Bakugo.
"I'm always calm!" Bakugo snarled at the redhead, mini explosions popping to life in his hands.
"Ah, there it is."
"I'm really starting to think you're bipolar, Bakugo," Gyro grinned.
"Whatever!" Bakugo spun around and started to walk away. "I'm outta—"
A roaring explosion cut off whatever else the wild blonde had to say. He quickly turned around along with his classmates to see a fiery blast rising not too far away. Several chunks of rubble flew everywhere, crushing walls and shattering already broken glass. Along with it came a shower of dust and little pebbles that rained down on the four heroes-in-training, to which they held up their arms before their eyes get gouged out by a stray rock. Some of the already ruined buildings, started to collapse under the sheer force of the sudden blast, adding more dust and flying debris to the chaos.
Thankfully nothing too big was sent directly their way, but the mere shock of such a powerful blast was able to stun them for a moment or two. "W-What the hell?" thought Johnny as his mind started to catch up with what just happen. "Did a gas pipe ignite?! No… if that was the case, it would have been closer to us, what with Bakugo throwing explosions left and right."
Yet as the American's mind raced to find out what just happened, the dust started to settle and reveal something that caught his eye. Something familiar and drained the blood from his face till it was absolutely white as bone.
It was a severed arm. More importantly, it was the severed arm of Mountain Tim. Despite the clothing being torn apart and the pools of blood and bits of meat hanging from the arm, there was no denying that it was the cowboy's famous apparel.
"W-What?!" exclaimed Johnny, catching his classmates' attention as they turned to see what they saw. Gyro, who was the closest to the severed arm, stared at the limb in shock while Kirishima let out a horrified gasp. Even Bakugo's usual arrogance gave away to stunned shock.
Yet that wasn't all as Johnny noticed that a trail of blood led not too far away from the limb. Laying on the ground next to the entrance of a collapsed building was the scattered form of Mountain Tim. Blood pooled everywhere around his body and his clothes was smoking and burnt in several places. The most striking thing about him, however, besides most of his missing limbs, was that his lower jaw was missing from his mouth.
"Mountain Tim Sensei!" Kirishima exclaimed as he immediately started to run over to his fallen, possibly dead teacher.
"Kirishima, get back!" yelled Gyro as he took a step forward, but paused when something grabbed onto his ankle. Looking down he, and the rest of his classmates, even Kirishima who stopped in his tracks, saw that the severed arm now holding him in an iron grip, but that wasn't all as rope now stuck out of it. Blinking at the sight, all four students followed the rope back to the fallen teacher. Their eyes then went wide as the once scattered and bloody limbs now pulling themselves together by more rope until they connected back to the cowboy.
"He's alive!" All four students yelled out, relief filling them at seeing their teacher still alive.
"He must've scattered his body parts with his rope in order to survive the explosion!" Gyro deduced as he watched more of the cowboy's limbs merged back together.
Opening his eyes as he tried to push himself up, Mountain Tim tried to speak, but only garbled noises escaped his mouth. It wasn't until the lower half of his jaw came back to him was he able to speak somewhat clearly. "Stop… Gy… Gyro…" he said before spitting out a small slew of blood. "Don't… come…. This explosion…"
"Hang on, Sensei!" Kirishima said as he started to head towards the cowboy.
"Don't come any closer!" Kirishima froze before he, or anyone, could take a single step. "Get away from me! He's hiding somewhere close by!"
"Who?!" Johnny demanded as he whipped his head around frantically. If someone could do this to his teacher—a pro hero who has an impressive career fighting villains—then how were they supposed to deal with him?
"Another villain, but this one's different. He has a Stand!" This caused the blood in Johnny's veins to freeze.
"Another… Stand User? And this one's a villain?!" Those words buzzed around inside Johnny's head like an agitated bee hive. His stomach suddenly felt incredibly tight and a cold sweet trailed down his spine. "How the hell are we supposed to deal with a Stand User?! We haven't even took the self-defense lessons against them yet!"
Yet before his mind could fully go into panicked overdrive, something flickered from the corner of his eye. Turning his to the right, Johnny's eyes widen as he noticed a strange pale man with a red cap crouching down in a cloud of dust behind Gyro. He was also reaching towards the eccentric jockey's hand. It only took a split second for the young paraplegic to connect the dots before a spike a fear filled his entire body.
"He's right behind you Gyro!" he yelled out just as the villain's hands was about a foot away from his friend's.
As the others all whipped their heads around to pale man, Mountain Tim roared, "Don't let him touch you! Run away!"
Gyro didn't need any further encouragement as he jumped forward, a Steel Ball appearing in his right hand, just as the villain swiped at him.
"Man, that cowboy… What the hell is up with his body?" The pale man complained loudly before rolling away from an explosive fist aimed at his head.
"Hold still, damn you!" Bakugo roared as he smashed his fist into the floor, dirt and tiny pebbles of concrete flying everywhere. He took a step forward, but was halted when Mountain Tim's disembodied hand grab ahold of his leg in a firm grip.
"Stop Bakugo! If you take another step, he'll kill you!" Mountain Tim shouted as he tried to push himself off the blood smeared floor. The wild haired youth growled viciously as he ignored his teacher and tried to continue his assault, but he was held firmly in place by the cowboy. "Dammit, kid! This isn't the time for you to act like you're a one man army!"
As Mountain Tim tried to keep the willful boy under control, Gyro stared at the pale man, who merely smirked at the blonde jockey. Yet as the two glared at one another, Johnny noticed a flash of recognition appear in his mentor's eyes. "Does Gyro know this guy?" thought the American as the seconds started to drag on.
"You….!" said Gyro, confirming his pupil's suspicion as the pale man's smile grew devious.
"Long time no see, Gyro Zeppeli…" said the villain, placing a hand on his hip as he stood up to properly face the students of U.A.
"Dammit, Gyro! He touched you!" yelled Mountain Tim. "He brushed you with his finger!"
Johnny blinked at the cowboy's words before turning to see several tiny clocks covering the blonde jockey's hand. "What the hell…?"
"What did you to Gyro, ya jerk?!" demanded Kirishima as he glared holes in the villain.
"What are these things?" asked Gyro as he stared at the clocks warily.
"Gyro, he placed those pins on you!" Mountain Tim quickly explained quickly. Though he tried to keep a calm, reassuring tone as he spoke, there was no mistaking the growing fear starting to leak out of his voice. "That's his ability! You'll explode! Hold them down so they don't fly off!"
"Huh!? What?!"
"Just hurry and hold the pins down!" Gone was any sense calmness in the cowboy's voice as he growled at his student. "It was the same with me! When the pins flew off, I exploded!"
"Dude, you're telling him…" The grey skinned villain complained in annoyance.
For a moment the students stared at their teacher and then quickly shifted their eyes to Gyro's right hand. The Italian blinked when he saw one of the little pins starting to tremble, but before it could fly off, he slammed his left hand over his right, covering tiny clocks.
"Man, so close…" The pale man pouted as he scratched the back of his neck absently.
"Don't let go of your fingers, no matter what!" Mountain Tim told Gyro. "That's the rule! It's like a land mine! If you let the pins fly off, you'll explode!"
"Sensei… What's going on?!" Gyro demanded as held his Steel Ball up to his face. Sweat started to drip down his brow as he took in every detail of the strange little pins on his hand. "They look like real clocks! I see about four of them. These clock-like rings are embedded in my fingers!"
"Those are the result of his Stand…." Mountain Tim blinked before pointing at the villain. "There! Look behind him! That's his Stand!"
Whipping their heads around, all four students saw something standing behind the pale villain. It resembled a man with the head of a raven with a stitched-up beak and two round, yellow discs on the sides of its head. A large, tattered pink cloak hid the rest of his body except for two purple arms with claw hands that wrapped around its user's arm. Its beak curved into a cruel smile as it stared with beady red eyes at the four students in front of it.
While the rest of his classmates stared at the Stand in shock, Johnny eyed the spirit warily. He would have had the same expressions on their faces, except that he noticed something rather particular about the Stand's user. His eyes never left Gyro. It was like he didn't consider the rest of them a threat even with Bakugo being the closest to him. Others might have considered this overconfidence or arrogance, but Johnny knew that wasn't the case. He already knew exactly what arrogance looked and felt like. No, the look the pale man was giving his friend was something else. Something dangerous and evil. Just what kind of past did this man have with Gyro?
"That must be his Stand," said Mountain Tim, snapping Johnny back to the purple raven. "If I to have guess from what he told me earlier, all he needs is either he or his stand to touch something and it creates a pin. Once the pins fly off, they set off a switch to the bombs in the clocks! That's what land mines are like! During that time, he can freely move away from the explosion!"
"As expected from a pro," the pale man congratulated as he took a step back, tapping his feet with each step as if he was dancing to an unheard beat. He then raised a finger to his lips while placing his other hand to his hip. "You were able to deduce the true nature of my gift from god. It's no wonder you survived my first explosion, even after I warned you…"
Mountain Tim glared at the man, his body almost completely pulled back together as he tried to stand up, but stumbled back to the floor.
"Sensei!" yelled Kirishima, taking a step forward to help his teacher, but stopped when the cowboy waved him off.
"Don't take your eye off him, Kirishima! If any of you take your eyes off him for a second… then we're all dead!" The redhead stared wide at his teacher for a moment before quickly turning his focus back to the villain.
"Gyro… he said, 'Long time no see'! Do you know him?!" Johnny asked as he his curiosity overrode his fear and wariness for a split second. If he was going to face this guy, then he'll at least know everything that could give him an edge.
The young Spin master was silent for a moment as he stared at the villain with utter contempt. "…Yeah… His name is Oyecomova… He's a terrorist from my country of Italy. He blew up the Prime Minister's car with a bomb two years ago…! The Prime Minister wasn't in it, but five people, including two children, were killed. He was arrested and was waiting execution… But he managed to escape with the use of his Quirk, 'Shed', an ability that allowed him shed layers of his skin which he used to escape his cell…. Oddly enough, he had a bit of explosive powder with him in prison. Must have hid some in one of the layers of his skin. He was able to put it in the jail guard's ear and murder him! He then broke out… However, I do remember him not having a Stand before he was locked up!"
Johnny drew in sharp breath as soon as Gyro was finished talking. It was one thing taking on villains who were no more than thugs like the ones they had taken on moments ago, but this was different. This was a true killer, a terrorist. Someone who wouldn't hesitate killing people if it meant getting what he wanted. Not to mention Johnny finally realized what he saw in Oyecomova's eyes. It was fanatical fervor.
"How's your old man doing?" the terrorist asked as a devilish smile grew on his face. "I heard he retired from being the chief prison warden and executioner of Italy."
That immediately caught Johnny's attention as shifted his eyes over to mentor, who continued to glare venomously at Oyecomova. "His dad's the…" He tried to process the thought, but he couldn't believe it. Yet he didn't have time to think as the terrorist continue to speak.
"Taking responsibility for my jailbreak… That's understandable. He ought to feel responsible for his subordinate's death." Everyone gave the paled heated looks, but none more so than Gyro as he glared holes into him. "But hot damn! It was god work that I came to this country and to find that arrow. With it my explosives became a special ability! Or what did the cowboy call it? A Stand? Yes, such a grand name for a gift from god! In fact, I take this as a mission from god to kill you, Gyro Zeppeli!"
Johnny felt his entire body freeze. Not because the fact the terrorist was an absolute lunatic, but rather what he just said. "You found an arrowhead?!" he blurted out before he realized what he was saying, ignoring the gazes that Bakugo, Kirishima, and Mountain Tim were giving him. He pushed aside all other thoughts, even the dangerous aura the villain was giving off, as his mind was consumed by the golden arrow that gave him his Stand and made his legs twitch.
The villain smile grew more vicious as he leaned back before pointing at the students. "Yes, I did. God must have delivered it to me for my righteous mission when I arrived five days back…" His smile then disappeared as a frown took its place. "But I lost it during a storm when I was traveling on my way to Musutafu… I guess god only gave it to me after I obtained my gift. Once I got it, he decided to take it back. Shame really, but alas, I'm not one to go against the will of god."
"He doesn't have it any more…" Disappointment washed over Johnny as he registered Oyecomova's words. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect. If the terrorist still had the arrowhead, then it was less than likely he wasn't going to hand it over to him. Yet as his mind became bleak, a single thought sparked a tiny flame of hope in him. "Even if he doesn't have the arrowhead… it's still in Japan. That means… I can find it!"
However, reality soon came crashing back to Johnny when Mountain Tim suddenly started to shout, "Listen up! The quickest way to protect yourself from Stand abilities is to knock out the user! Their abilities will then disappear temporarily." He then turned his gaze towards, the American, catching his gaze with his own. "Johnny, you need to know that if a Stand dies… the user dies with them!"
"Wait, what?!" Kirishima exclaimed as he turned towards their teacher, staring at him in disbelief. Bakugo also shifted his eyes towards the cowboy and then to the American. Gyro was the only one who didn't take away his eyes from Oyecomova, knowing that it would mean death if he did.
"Stands represent the soul! If were to be killed, then so too shall its user! Even damage inflicted onto the Stand will cause similar wounds to appear on the owner!"
"Thank you for the information, Mr. Cowboy," said Oyecomova, causing Mountain Tim to curse under his breath. "I didn't know about that, so I too shall treat you all with a little bit of information… It's nice to politely explain all this, but I've already disabled Gyro's right hand… It's like a man deep in debt due to borrowing money from an underground loaner… totally helpless." He then glanced to the side where Bakugo and Kirishima still standing rigidly. He didn't give Johnny a single look. "As for the other two… I shall give you this one chance to walk away. My only quarrel is with Gyro Zeppeli… But if you wish to fight, know that I will not hold back even if you are still children…"
"Like hell I'm abandoning, Gyro! Especially after what you did to Mountain Tim Sensei!" exclaimed Kirishima, his body hardening as he smashed his fists together. "I'm a man! And I won't abandon my friends!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Bakugo demanded as he created small explosions in his hands. "Do you think that you think that just because you can now create bombs, you're some tough shit?! That you're better than me!? Well, here's a news flash. You're not the only one here who can that, dirt bag!"
Suddenly the air grew tense as the Oyecomova took a step back and Johnny felt cold sweat dripping down the sides of his head. He could practically taste the man's blood lust and it was almost suffocating to bear with, even as he sat twenty feet away from the man. The growing voice of instinct trying take control of him told Johnny that the terrorist had come a decision. To simply kill them all. He didn't even realize he was hold up a star-covered hand before he noticed the nail on his index finger already spinning intensely. Yet before he could let it loose, the pale villain already was making his move.
With a quick twist of his leg, Oyecomova kicked at the floor, causing a small dust cloud to appear. Yet Johnny something flickering through it and heading right for Gyro. "Gyro! The ground! He kicked something this way!"
The Italian whipped his head to the floor just as a small rock burst from the cloud. Yet his eyes widened when he saw several explosive pins attached to it. Without another second's delay, Gyro jumped to the side just as the little clocks from the rock fell off. A bright flash blinded everyone, burning heat soon following after the rock exploded. Covering his face with his arms, Johnny was barely able to see Gyro being thrown right beside him by the blast. Yet he wasn't the only one as Bakugo, Kirishima, and Mountain Tim too were flung back by the powerful force of the explosion.
"You bastard…!" growled Bakugo, jumping to his feet with surprising speed. He wasn't the only one back on his feet as Kirishima also quickly got up looking barely scathed at all. The redhead let a toothy smile grow on his lips as he cracked his neck casually before stepping forward to the villain. Even Johnny slowly pushed himself up and was already starting point a finger at the terrorist. Yet he paused when he saw Oyecomova smirking at them.
"Gyro! Don't let go of your hand!" Mountain Tim suddenly shouted, causing all three students to quickly turn around just in time to see a pin fall out of Gyro's hand.
"A-A pin fell out!" exclaimed Kirishima.
"No shit!" yelled Johnny as he eyed the now smoking clock-like pin with dread.
"Pick it up, Gyro!" ordered Mountain Tim. "Pick it up and put it back in. Hurry before it explodes!"
"B-But wasn't the pin in the… in the palm of his hand? Didn't it come from the inside of his hand from gripping the Steel Ball?!" If that was the case how was Gyro suppose get the pin back in without releasing the others? Johnny felt his mouth go dry as he tried to think of something, anything that could save his friend.
"Gyro, give me the pin!" Kirishima suddenly said, causing his classmates and teacher to blink at him. "I can take it. I can take the impact of the explosion!"
"Don't be foolish, Kirishima!" Mountain Tim chastised his student. "Even with your hardening Quirk, there is no chance you'll survive the blast. Let alone keep your limbs!"
Yet before anyone could move, Gyro swiped the smoking pin with his left hand before shoving into his right. Johnny gaped at the sight. His mentor's expression gave no indication of pain as the pin pierced through flesh with the Italian's thumb, though sweat started to seeped down the blonde's face as he took a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Kirishima and Mountain Tim could only stare mutely with their mouths hanging open as Gyro continued to push deeper into his flesh. Blood began to slip through his fingers, coating the green sphere crimson, but the American could see the pin was back where it once was as the Italian pulled his thumb out.
"Good!" Johnny said as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "It won't explode now!"
"That means this guy is toast!" Bakugo grinned as he charged forth like a wild animal, arms held out wide and two explosions already popping into his hands.
Oyecomova let out a sigh. With a simple kick, the terrorist sent another rock at his attacker. The boy didn't even hesitate before raising a hand before firing off a blast to his right. He was then propelled to the left before landing on his feet, rushing forward without wasting a second even as the rock exploded behind him. Combing the force of the blast with his own explosions, Bakugo launched himself at the terrorist, a wild grin on his face.
"You're dead!" he roared, raising a fist as he was a few feet away from his prey.
Yet the terrorist once again to prove to be quick on his feet. Jumping back, narrowly avoiding the fist as it landed where he once stood. A shower of pebbles and dust erupted from the ground as Bakugo rose from the ground. Growling, the impulsive boy started to take a step forward, but paused when he noticed something popping out of the ground.
It was one of the clock-like pins.
Eyes growing as large as saucers, Bakugo only had a moment to raise both of his arms to his face just as a mighty explosion engulfed him. He was hurled back before crashing into a wall, causing several large cracks in the already damaged structure. His skin was a bit pink and his clothes were more than a little burnt. Yet as he let out a ragged cough, Bakugo quickly started to stand up, looking more pissed off than actually hurt.
If it weren't for the fact that Johnny saw sweat and a bit of blood starting to roll down the explosive boy's head, he would have thought that Bakugo was made out of iron. Then again, he must be used to explosions since he was a child when his Quirk started to develop. Still it was rather impressive to see how much stamina and punishment his wild classmate could take.
Yet his attention was torn away from Bakugo when Oyecomova started to speak again. "I have to admit, you're pretty good, kid. A true master of explosives I dare say. Sadly for you, and more importantly Gyro Zeppeli, I'm better. I've only acquired my Stand five days ago, but I've already understand it completely." He then turned towards Gyro, raising his head and glaring down at him. "There's no weakness to my ability, to god's will… Well good luck trying to hold those pins down…" He then turned around and started to casually walk away, as if the heroes-in-training were not even there.
"You bastard! Don't you dare turn your back to me!" Bakugo roared as he started to chase after the man.
"Everyone! Don't let him get away!" Mountain Tim said he was able finally push himself off the ground.
Not that he needed any instruction, Johnny raised a finger towards the pale terrorist, a nail-bullet already spinning intensely. Yet he and Bakugo paused when Oyecomova turned his head before pointing at Gyro. "Whether I get away or not, it's all over… Gyro can't walk three steps… He'll sweat more!"
Blinking at the words, Johnny turned around to face Gyro. Yet as his eyes landed on the hands, he felt another jolt of fear shoot up his spine. As sweat from Gyro's palms covered the Steel Ball, the clock-like pins looked like they were melting. No, not just that. They were slipping through the Italian's fingers!
Gyro realized as well, pushing himself up with his legs before jumping away from his classmates and teacher. "Get back, Johnny!" he exclaimed. "Get back all of you! Get away from here! Away from me!"
"So you realized it…" said Oyecomova from his spot upon a small pile of debris, a smug grin taking form on his lips. "It doesn't matter if it's sweat or anything else, whatever separates from your hand, it will be the same as the pins coming off!"
Desperately Gyro tried to stop the sweat from leaking out, but it was useless. "Shit! The harder I press down, the more I sweat!"
"Give me the damn ball, Gyro!" demanded Kirishima, taking a step forward to try to grab Gyro's Steel Ball. Yet the Italian took several steps forward, distancing himself from the redhead.
"No! The pins already melted into the sweat! They're dripping out! Fuck! I have to get him! I have to throw this Steel Ball and crush him!"
"I see…!" Everyone blinked as they turned back to Oyecomova, who laced his fingers together and held them up vertically. "Not a bad idea, if your right hand is going to be blown off anyways, might as well take your chances and throw it… but as soon as it leaves your hand, you're screwed!"
"Shut the hell up!" Bakugo roared as he got ready to blast forward once more.
"Bakugo, get the hell down!" The wild haired boy blinked before turning back to see Gyro taking two steps forward, the arm gripping the Steel Ball pulled back. The clock-like pins slipped out between his fingers, but he didn't seem to care as his face became one of intense concentration.
"Gyrooooo!" Johnny screamed, watching helplessly as his mentor risking his life and preparing to lose his right hand.
Yet his eyes suddenly widened when he noticed some kind of yellow energy crackling around Gyro's right arm. "ORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he roared out as he threw the Steel Ball.
As soon the metallic sphere left his fingertips, the yellow aura grew and spread across his arm. It traveled down the right side of his body, creating lightning-like lines until it finally reached his leg. Suddenly Gyro's ankle burst apart, splattering blood and bit of flesh everywhere. The scent of burnt flesh and smoke filled the air as the jockey's face twisted in agony. Though he didn't cry out, gritting his teeth tightly and holding back any scream building up inside of him. His foot, though not entirely damaged, flew backwards as its owner fell to the floor with a thud.
For a moment no one moved as they all stared in mute shocked at what just happened. Even Bakugo couldn't tear his eyes away from the utter brutality that his classmate had to endure and the strange ability that somehow saved his arm.
Yet after a second or two, reality finally was able to catch back from them when the horse jockey's pupil suddenly screamed, "Gyro!" Johnny tried to crawl over to his friend, ignoring the scrapes he gained in the process as he tried to see if Gyro was still alive. Suddenly he felt himself being picked up off the ground. Blinking, he turned his head to see Kirishima swinging his arms over his shoulders, but the redhead barely paid him any heed. Instead all his focus was on his wounded classmate.
"Hang on Gyro!" he said as he placed Johnny down beside the mutilated boy. His eyes lingered on the missing the now footless right leg for a split second before trying to see if his classmate was hurt anywhere else.
"Gyro… what did you do?!" Johnny demanded as he prompted himself up beside his mentor. "Was that part of the Spin?! It has to be… but if the Spin could do that…"
"The final secret of the Spin of the Steel Ball…" Gyro explained through clenched teeth as he pushed himself up. "I moved the damage waves—the energy of the blast—through my body towards my leg till the explosion got my ankle…. God dammit, it hurts like hell! But… the destruction has shifted… It's better than losing my right hand… I'll get that creep!"
"You bastard…" The students paused before turning to see Oyecomova spitting up blood as Gyro's Steel Ball spun on his chest. All the calm smugness and arrogance was wiped away from his face as he glared hatefully at the one who brought him harm. "Damn you to hell and back, Gyro Zeppeli!"
With a jerk of his hand, he smacked the ball off his chest and onto the ground. It bounced down the mound of rubble for a moment before landing on the floor. Suddenly several pins jumped up from where the ball landed before exploding brightly. Chunks of concrete flew everywhere and a huge cloud of dust engulfed Oyecomova.
Kirishima stood jumped in front of Johnny and Gyro, letting his harden body block all the incoming debris. He grunted as rocks the size of his fists slammed at his head, but he held his ground. As for Bakugo, he merely raised his hands before exploding anything sent his way into dust. Yet as the dust started to settle, the terrorist was nowhere to be found.
"What the hell!?" roared Bakugo as he leaped forward, swinging his head around and peered intensely at all the debris around him. "Where did that bastard go?!"
"He couldn't gotten far…" said Gyro, panting heavily as he started to push himself up into an upright position. "You won't get away, Oyecomova! You hear me?!"
"Calm down, Gyro!" exclaimed Johnny as his eyes were on his friend's torn apart leg. "We need to stop your bleeding first!"
"No shit, Johnny!" The Italian then gripped his belt before unhooking it from his pants. Placing the buckle in his mouth, he then quickly wrapped the belt just above where his ankle was blown off. He let out muffle groans as he tighten it, but he managed to stop the bleeding.
"New plan! I'm going after the bastard!" announced Bakugo as he was already starting to climb over some rubble.
"Stay where you are, Bakugo!" Mountain Tim ordered as he limped over to Gyro, trembling and trailing a bit of blood with every step he took. It was amazing how much stamina the cowboy had. "We don't know where Oyecomova is and Gyro is no condition to fight. Hell, I'm in no condition to protect all of you! He could have already be halfway to the exit or that warp gate guy by now!"
"He won't leave this place…" grunted Gyro. "As long as I'm still alive, Oyecomova won't rest until he kills me. Especially with my leg all screwed up at the moment…. This is too much of a golden opportunity for him to miss…" He then breathed out a sigh as he turned to face his classmates and teacher. "Look, you guys get away from me… I'm the only one Oyecomova wants. He's my responsibility." They looked stunned by his declaration, but before they could say a thing, Johnny beat them to the punch.
"No, Gyro. I'm sticking with you."
"Listen, that terrorist is running for now, but he's still dangerous and he'll back soon. I'm sure Oyecomova is already thinking of a way to kill me as we speak."
"Then that all the more reason for us to stick together, Zeppeli," said Mountain Tim as he clasped a firm hand on his student's shoulder. "As your teacher, I'm not leaving you to face that lunatic."
"The same goes for me!" Kirishima agreed vigorously. "It would be so unmanly if I abandoned you and I don't think I could ever call myself your friend if I did!"
"And you're not the only who has a score to settle with that fucker!" Bakugo growled as he stomped over to stand over Gyro. "I don't care what your history with that guy is, but I'm going to pound his face till it resembles a grapefruit!"
"I don't listen to people's orders, and I haven't voluntarily received anybody's help…" began, Johnny, dark flames start to burn brightly in his eyes, "But since we met I've been involved with you! It's too late for me to abandon you."
Gyro stared at his classmates and teacher for a moment, but his gaze was mostly held by Johnny's. The silence between them seemed to last an eternity before he let out a sigh. "… Fine. But we got to deal with Oyecomova before he recovers from my Steel Ball."
"That's what I was going to do," Bakugo said in frustration, looking like he was about leave whether his teacher approved or not.
"Don't be stupid, Bakugo…" said Gyro, causing the wild haired boy to turn back and glare him, but he ignored it. "Besides a select few people and the mafia, Oyecomova is the most dangerous person in Italy. He's escaped arrest for a long time and has been known to kill people who came after him with ease. He may be wounded now, but if you go after him now… you're definitely going to die."
There was no doubt or exaggeration in the Gyro's words as he held Bakugo's gaze. For a moment Johnny watched in silence as the two stared at each other and privately thought the impulsive blonde was going to leave anyway. Yet he was surprised when Bakugo was the first to break his gaze away from the Italian. "…Fine…" he said reluctantly, though the cripple could still hear that primal anger in his classmate's tone.
"Finally you're listening to reason…" Gyro released a breath before shifting his gaze over to a collapsed building. "There… Let's go recover in there. We'll think of a way to deal with Oyecomova in there… Also don't forget to bring my foot!"
"Jeeze, can't he be any louder?" Shigaraki asked out loud as he watched Eraserhead continue to blow through his minions with relative ease. Though he was starting to see the first signs of fatigue coming from the man. As well as the tiny little hints of how the hero's Quirk worked. Yet his attention was distracted by the multiple thunderous explosions that came from the ruined section of the USJ.
"I thought it would only take one bomb to kill his target, not a dozen…" His fingers started to scratch his neck. "If he can't kill some brat quickly, then I don't know why we brought him…" He knew the reason, of course, but the results so far were less than impressive to say the least. And All Might was even here yet!
Suddenly a wannabe villain flew by, causing him to return his attention back to the hero at hand. Shigaraki watched as the hero continue to fling about his crew without pause or hesitation. He would be lying to say that he wasn't impressed by how good the shaggy-looking man was in a fight. Especially after the explosions went off. He was sure that the hero would go running off to save his precious students, but instead he didn't slow down or even flinch as he continue to beat the crap of any villain he could get his hands on. The man was a true pro.
Seeing Eraserhead fight cause Shigaraki's fingers to twitch, though not of anger this time. A cruel smile cracked across his lips underneath his father and he started to take a step towards the hero. "Well then… it's time I join the fight…"
"Line up my foot just like that and… hold it steady," Gyro said as he carefully set his right leg flatly on the ground as Johnny held his foot up to his messed ankle.
The hideout they had chosen wasn't perfect, merely a collapsed building with a modestly sized hole sticking out of its side. The roof wasn't collapsed and there weren't too many openings to boot. Still, it didn't take a genius for anyone to spot the hideout if they were paying attention.
"Gyro… I don't know what you're thinking, but your foot isn't going to get better if you tie it together," said Johnny, but never the less did as he was instruction.
"He's right, Gyro…" Mountain Tim said gently as he sat next to his student, bandaging up his own limbs with some gauze he had on his belt. "Maybe Recovery Girl can help you, but we need to deal with Oyecomova first and the other villains before we can get you to her." Kirishima nodded in agreement with his teacher as stood next to his foreign classmates. Bakugo merely remained silent as he kept watch from their little hiding spot within the collapsed zone.
Gyro ignored them as he started to rummage through the pouches on his belt before pulling out a needle attached to a long dirty-looking string. Johnny's raised an eyebrow at the string, but before he say anything, the long haired blonde started to sew his foot back to his leg.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Johnny demanded as he stared in shock as Gyro's hand moved with incredible speed and precision despite the tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't the only shocked as both Mountain Tim and Kirishima gaped at how casual the Italian was treating himself. Even Bakugo turned to stare with wide eyes.
"Gwah…! This string is called Zombie Horse…" explained Gyro through clenched teeth, though his eyes never left his work. "It was created by a Quirk several generations ago and given to my family… It has really powerful healing properties. Able to heal up wounds to a certain degree… at least to the point of fixing flesh and bones that been blown off… God dammit, I'd forgotten how much it stings!"
"Wait… that actually works?" Johnny couldn't believe what he just heard. Sure he knew some Quirks were better than others, but he couldn't believe such a miraculous power existed. Then again he didn't know that Stands existed until a year ago. Suddenly a thought occurred to him and spark of hope start to grow within his breast. "Gyro… could that string fix heal wounds that have caused nerve damage or even spinal damage?"
The Italian paused for a moment before turning to face him. He wasn't the only one as the rest of their classmates and teacher all snapped out of their shock to stare at the paraplegic. Johnny ignored them as he held Gyro's gaze for a moment before his friend let out a sigh. "No. The Zombie Horse may be good, Johnny, but can't heal something that. Besides, it can only heal wounds that are fresh…"
Johnny's felt his hope be instantly crushed at that. He knew he shouldn't have gotten it up in the first place. If Gyro could healed him all those months back, he would've done it by now instead of jerking him around like an asshole. Still, he couldn't deny that it still hurt a bit.
Giving his friend one last sympathic look, Gyro returned his attention back to sewing up his leg. With one last tug, he cut the string with his teeth before tying what remained into a tiny knot. "There… that should do it…"
"So… how long it take before your leg is all better?" Kirishima asked uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the stitched up leg.
"…Not for some time."
"Great…" said Johnny, pushing up to lay against a slab of rubble. "That means we're still in a screwed position."
"Maybe, Johnny." The American blinked before turning to see Mountain Tim finishing bandaging himself up. "There is no denying that we're in a difficult situation, but don't forget you're heroes-in-training. You need to keep a… well, maybe not positive attitude, but rather a determined one. Just keep your mind focus on not just surviving, but winning against Oyecomova."
Johnny let out a mirthless snort at that. "Well, I would, but currently you're too injured to effectively fight, Gyro has a screwed up leg at the moment, and I'm practically useless. I can't even stand up for god's sake!" Kirishima flinched noticeably at his words, but the American didn't care. "Only Kirishima and Bakugo are able to truly fight against that mad bomber… As it stands we're screwed."
Johnny then blinked as his vision became blurry for a moment. A hot, stinging sensation start to encompass his right cheek and it took him a whole second to realize he been slapped. He turned to his right to see Gyro flicking his hand to the side. "W-What the hell, Gyro!?"
"Oh? You finally done panicking? Good." He then shifted into a semi-sitting position, wincing slightly as he repositioned his stitched up leg. "Now listen up, Johnny. We aren't dead yet. If we're really screwed, Oyecomova would found us by now and brought down the whole building upon our heads. As long as we are still alive, there is always a chance." He then gave his pupil his signature grin. "Besides, you already risked yourself plenty times trying to ride Slow Dancer and facing that fat bastard a year back, so this isn't nothing new."
Johnny rubbed the side of his face and grumbled under his breath, but he had to admit, it was well needed. The fear and panic that tried to take hold of him a moment ago was starting to subside. "…Thanks, Gyro…" The green eyed youth grinned.
"But Johnny still has a point, Gyro…" said Kirishima. "Bakugo and I could probably take down that pale jerk, but we can't do that and protect all three of you at the same time."
"True, but that means we need to get creative."
"Creative, huh?" thought Johnny as he withdrew his hand from his cheek. "Easier said done when you're facing a Stand that can…" His eyes suddenly widened as a thought struck him. Turning to face his teacher, he said, "Mountain Tim, what can you tell us about Oyecomova's Stand? I'm not talking about its power, but what can we do to defeat it or defend ourselves from it."
The cowboy teacher paused for a moment as he cocked his head thoughtfully. "I can't say for certain, since all Stands are completely different for each individual… but his Stand appears to be a close-range power type. It might only be able to move a few meters away from Oyecomova, but no less. Which explains why either it or Oyecomova need to touch something in order to plant a bomb. Depending on how durable it is, we can probably take it out with a powerful and precise strike. That is if the Stand isn't tough as reinforced Steel. After all, it all depends on the individual and their personality that make their Stands. Speaking of the bombs, due to their nature they aren't precise with their targets. If that is the case then I can think of only two options to defeat Oyecomova. The first is using range attacks and keeping far away from him…"
"And the second?" asked Bakugo, listening intensely to every word his teacher said.
"We get up close and knock him out." The cowboy then let out a snort. "Obviously this option is only a last resort due to how that bastard's power works, but if we can grab his Stand, we could immobilize him."
"What do you mean?" asked Johnny, furrowing his brow as Tusk appeared over his shoulder, chiming softly in his ear.
"To put it simply, Stand's represent one's soul or fighting spirit. If they are hurt, then you are hurt. So it's only natural if you tie them up, then you'll also be immobilized… Oddly enough the process doesn't work the other way around, if you're the one tied up or hurt."
"I see…" Gyro said suddenly, a hand on his chin as his brow furrowed. He was silent for a moment before a grin started to take hold on lips. "Alright… I think I have an idea on how to—"
"Die you bastards!" Everyone whipped their heads around to see a villain with a bull-like head and hooves rushing towards the entrance of their hideout, his hands are already formed into fists. Bakugo let out a curse as he got ready to duke it out, but Johnny beat him to the punch.
"Dammit, Bakugo! You had one job!" He yelled out as he raised a star-covered hand before letting loose two nail-bullets. They flew across the room until they pierced through the bull man's left leg and side. The man let out a pained grunt as he stumbled, but he surprised Johnny when he started to continue run towards them. Raising another finger to let fire off another shot, he paused when he saw something odd. While the villain's expression was one of pain, there also a growing sense of fear and desperation.
Suddenly the bull man tripped and if his face wasn't scared before, it was now ashen white with terror. He screamed out as he fell, his fists involuntarily opening up as he hit the ground. Jumping out of his hands were two clock-like pins. The unfortunate villain didn't have a second to flee before he was engulfed in a fiery explosion.
"What… the… hell?!" Gaping with wide eyes at burning corpse of the bull-like villain, Johnny couldn't believe what just happen. Sure the bull man was a lowlife who was trying to kill him and his classmates, but even he didn't deserve such a gruesome way to go.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that he wasn't the only who felt utter revulsion. Kirishima looked both horrified and outraged by bull villain's death while Gyro's mouth twisted into a snarl. Even Bakugo held a look absolute shock on his face for a few seconds before morphing into one of pure rage. While his was a lot more subdued and calm compared to the others, Mountain Tim glared with wide eyes at the smoking and scattered body.
"That… that monster!" Kirishima roared out in fury. "What kind of man uses his teammates like suicide bombers?!"
"That's one of Oyecomova's extreme methods…" said Gyro, his hat shadowing the ever growing dark look growing in his eyes. "He convinces some poor fool into taking one of his explosives, either by blackmail or intimidation, and then send them on suicide runs, giving them false hope that they'll be let go if they performed their tasks well..." He then turned towards Johnny. "If you haven't shot at him first, we would've been dead…"
Johnny didn't say anything as he couldn't looked away from the burning pile. He could practically smell the sickening, smoky smell of burnt flesh from where he sat, causing his stomach to churn nauseously.
Suddenly a scraping sound echoed throughout the back end of the hideout. Turning sharply around, Johnny saw another villain, this one having insect-like wings, pushing through a small opening of a crumbling wall. His hands were all formed into fists and tears were flowing down his cheeks. "P-Please… Just let me win… I don't want to die!" he said as his wings fluttered wildly, causing him to leap forward till he was only fifteen feet away from Gyro.
Cursing to himself, Johnny raised a hand, a nail-bullet already starting to spin on his middle finger. Yet before he could fire, something flew past his head.
Mountain Tim's lasso wrapped around the villain's arms before bloody hands appeared from the rope. The villain came to a halt as he stared at the hands in shock, watching as they took his fists into their own.
"Grab him, Kirishima!" ordered the cowboy, dark crimson spots starting to form on his bandages as he held the stunned villain.
The redhead was already running before his teacher could finish his sentence. With two mighty strides, Kirishima grabbed the man's wrists with a hardened hand before smacking the villain's face with an equally hard elbow, causing a loud crunch to be heard. Blood started to drip out of the man's broken nose as his legs now trembled violently, causing him to sway where he stood. Not wasting another second, Kirishima then smashed another fist into the man's gut, causing the villain to slump against him.
"Quickly! Use my rope to tie his fists up so they don't let go of the bombs!" As Mountain Tim let go of the villain, Kirishima immediately got to work with tying the villain up. After making sure the knots he made were tight, the spiky haired redhead the dragged the unconscious bug man over to where his teacher sat.
"That was too close…" he said, letting out a huge breath as he dropped the villain unceremoniously on the ground.
"Yeah, but we got to move now…" said Gyro as he tried to push himself off the ground, only to stumble as his healing leg started to bleed.
"H-Hey, stop moving around, Gyro!" Johnny said as he tried to stop his mentor from falling. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"Woah, hold on, Gyro." Kirishima caught his classmate's arm before he could fall to the floor. "Don't push yourself, man. Why do we need to go right now? You're too injured to even stand!"
"Because that terrorist bastard probably heard the explosion from the first guy!" Bakugo explained angrily before the Italian could open his mouth. "Whether they succeed on blowing us up with them or not, they already revealed our location to that damn copy cat!"
Johnny blinked at the wild haired youth for a moment, but before he could even twitch, an explosion went off. Whipping his head around, he saw nothing in the ruined room was blown apart or a smoking pile of rubble. So where did the explosion come from?
Suddenly a loud screeching noise roared outside. Johnny's eyes narrowed as he saw several pieces of rubble falling onto the ground, before they went absolutely went wide as he realized what was going on. "Get out now! That bastard is dropping a building on us!"
Instantly Kirishima was on his feet, picking up Johnny and Gyro and slinging them over his shoulders with relative ease while Bakugo rushed over to do the same with their teacher and the unconscious bug man. Not wasting a second, they started to sprint towards the exit. The scraping sound grew louder with every step they took and rubble the size of tables rained outside.
With one last heave, both Kirishima and Bakugo leaped out of the hideout just as crumbling building crushed it. A huge wave of dust and air burst out, sending the two boys flying along with their charges. Johnny let out a grunt as he hit the ground, but before he could blink he saw Kirishima hovering over him and Gyro as more debris fell from the sky. Despite his efforts, however, a jagged piece of rock smashed into Johnny's left shoulder, causing him to grit his teeth to hold back an agonized scream. He couldn't tell if his shoulder was broken or not, but one thing was for sure, it hurt like hell.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Bakugo jumping to his feet and looked ready to blast away anything sent their way.
"No, Bakugo!" said Gyro, pushing himself up as the explosive boy turned to face him. "Don't use your explosives just yet!"
"Huh?! Why the hell not?!" Bakugo demanded as he turned to glare at the horse jockey, ignoring rubble and pebbles falling all around him. Johnny too wanted to know what was his mentor was thinking as one particularly large rock slammed into Kirishima's back, causing the redhead to let out a grunt, but refuse to budge and let any more debris hit his classmates.
"This is the perfect opportunity for us to take down that bomb happy lunatic," explained Gyro as a vicious smile grew upon his lips. "And with this dust, I don't want Oyecomova to know where we are after so kindly gift wrapping the key to our victory for us!"
"Hmm… doesn't seem like I got him," observed Oyecomova as he walked through the remains of his handy work. The air was completely thick was dust, but it didn't stop him from thoroughly searching the where he skillfully dropped the ruin building. Yet there was no sign of any body of the students or their teacher. He did find the bug man he planted with a bomb, unconscious and all tied up, but he paid him little heed. They once more had escaped his grasp. "This is what I get for using useless minions instead of doing the job myself…"
Grimacing, he kicked a piece of crumbling concrete, sending pebbles flying everywhere before placing a hand over his mouth to cover a hoarse cough. His lungs felt like they were on fire as he lifted up the appendage, blood splattered over his pale-grey palm. "Breathing isn't too hard... a lung must be bruised instead of punctured…" he concluded silently, but he couldn't deny that it still hurt like hell. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever, but he'll be damned if let Gyro Zeppeli lived another second longer.
With one last sweep of the area, Oyecomova turned and left the collapsed buildings. His eyes tried to peer past the dust clouds, but they proved to be too thick. Letting out a sigh, he started to head into them but paused when he saw something a few feet away from him.
It was blood and it was leading away from the ruined hideout.
A cruel smile curved across his lips before he set off to hunt his prey. Following the trail, Oyecomova kept a wary eye for any traps the students of U.A. may have left behind. They may be heroes-in-training, but when face with death, they will try anything to survive.
Heading deeper into the collapsed zone, the pale terrorist noticed that the dusk cloud he created had traveled farther than he initially suspected. It was difficult to make out anything that was further than fifteen feet and more often not, he had to stop himself from stumbling over some rebar sticking out of the ground. Yet as the seconds dragged on, something flickered from within the murky cloud.
Two figures started to take shape within the dust, moving slowly and judging from their silhouettes, one was being held aloft by the other. What stood out, however, was the wide brim hat that was on the one being carried. He finally found his prey. Grinning from ear to ear, Oyecomova carefully climbed over piles of debris as he made a beeline for his target. "You won't escape this time, Gyro Zeppeli!"
Jumping over another hill of garbage, the anarchist finally got a clear view of Gyro being carried by the redhead boy from earlier. The other students and teacher were nowhere to be found. A few flags went off inside Oyecomova's head, but he ignored them as his eagerness to kill his mortal enemy took hold of him.
"I see you decided to leave behind the cowboy and the rest of your classmates, Gyro Zeppeli," he said, causing both the Italian and the redhead to whip around to face him. "That's really cold, you know? The cowboy I can understand—after all he would've slowed you two down with his wounds—but leaving your friends behind just so you can escape? The Zeppeli family is truly disgusting."
"Come over here and say that, Oyecomova!" snarled Gyro, one hand grasped around the redhead's shoulder while another grabbed a Steel Ball.
"Oh I intend to, Zeppeli… but I know far too well now that your Steel Balls are dangerous. If I had to guess… at top performance, you can hit someone from about a hundred meters away, maybe more. But with your current state, you probably can only manage to reach twenty meters. I don't know the abilities of your friend, but I can tell he's good at close range combat…"
"What's your point?" Gyro eyed him warily, a Steel Ball already spinning in his hand.
Oyecomova grinned viciously as his eyes flickered over to a collapsed building behind the duo. As quick as a flash, he bent down and grabbed a piece of rubble. Raising it high for the boys to see as the terrorist felt his Stand materialize behind him. "Let's play a game then, Gyro. Who throws the best shot wins our little duel. Though I think whether you manage to hit me or not, I'll still win in the end. For there is no weakness to my Stand!" He let out a triumphant laugh as he got ready to place a bomb on the rock.
Yet he paused when he noticed Gyro and the redhead starting to smile at him. "Are you sure about that?" asked the blonde haired jockey as he pulled back his arm.
Seeing this, Oyecomova leapt backwards without hesitation, his Stand phasing back into his body as he prepared for the Steel Ball. Yet it never came. Blinking, he raised an eyebrow as the seconds dragged on. "What are you up to?"
Suddenly a flicker from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, Oyecomova only had a moment to notice the nail-bullets heading straight for his head. Letting out a curse, he crouched down just as the little nails flew over him, yet he saw more emerging from the dust cloud surrounding him. He rolled forward just as they smashed into the floor, causing broken pieces of concrete to explode into tiny fragments, before getting up to glare hatefully at Gyro. "Is this your plan, Zeppeli?! To let others fight your battles for you? Pathetic!"
The horse jockey merely gave him a grin that showed off his grins. Did this kid really think he was better than him? That he could beat god's will?! Growling, Oyecomova planted a bomb with the rock that was still in his hand and prepared to throw it.
"He's merely the bait for us, jackass!" roared an incredibly angry voiced from Oyecomova's side. Feeling a spike of fear running up his spine, he turned to his right just as a gauntlet covered fist was inches away from his nose. Pain exploded across his face along with an actual fiery burst from the wild haired child. He didn't know when his feet left the ground, but it only lasted a few seconds as he was hurled several feet away. As he hit the ground with a thud, the rock that he held was flung from his grasp, landing near an entrance of a ruined building.
Raising a hand to his now ruined face, Oyecomova leaned his head up as felt blood gush out of his ruined, crooked nose. The explosive boy let a menacing, if not animalistic, smile to split his face before charging right at him. Yet before he could take another step, the bomb from the rock finally exploded, sending a shower of debris everywhere.
The kid jumped back as the building behind Oyecomova groaned from the fiery blast and leaned forward. Broken glass fell from open windows and the terrorist cried out as many tiny pieces pierced his flesh even as he raised his arms to protect his already ruined face. Yet surprisingly, the building didn't fall over.
Seeing his chance, Oyecomova jumped to his feet before spiriting towards Gyro. His vision was a little blurry as pain screamed from every nerve along with his instincts yelling at him to run, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to lose! He was Oyecomova, the most feared terrorist of all of Italy and chosen by god! He would not be beaten! "Die, Gyro Zeppeli!"
Suddenly he felt something wrap along his right arm, halting him before he could take his eighth step.
Blinking, Oyecomova turned to see a lasso wrapped tightly around his wrist. "That damn cowboy!" he roared as he prepared to use his Quirk to shed his skin. Yet as the skin started to peel away, something pierced his left leg, causing him to tumble to till he was on one knee.
Spinning his head around, he saw that it was the light-brown haired boy from earlier, a star-covered hand raised and pointing directly at his leg. Feeling his eyes twitch in uncontrollable anger, the terrorist tried to reach for a rock, but stopped when he saw one last thing heading for him.
It was a Steel Ball.
Oyecomova, could only blink before the metallic sphere smashed into his broken face.
Johnny let out a huge breath as he watched the insane killer fall to the floor with a thud. The Steel Ball spun onto the floor with a little hop, kicking up more dust in its wake. Pushing the small pieces of debris away from his body, he was a little amazed that their plan worked in the end. Especially if the dust that was aiding them had dissipated at the most crucial moment. It was risky, but in the end they won.
"You did it, Gyro!" exclaimed Kirishima as he continued to hold Gyro up. "You got that jerk!"
"Heh, it didn't end exactly like For a Few Dollars More, but I'll take it…" Gyro chuckled before grimacing slightly as he put some pressure on his healing leg.
"Not bad, Gold Tooth," Bakugo compliment as he walked over with Mountain Tim, the teacher leaning heavily over his student's shoulder. Johnny stared at the youth as if grown a second head. He wasn't the only one as Gyro and Kirishima were practically gaping.
"Did… Did you actually compliment someone?" Gyro asked in disbelief before turning to his pupil. "Johnny, tell me I'm not hearing things from blood loss."
"I think he just did…" said Johnny. "Are you feeling alright, Bakugo? You didn't smash your head against some rebar when you were hiding, right?"
"Shut it you two or I'll kill you!" Bakugo exploded as he placed Mountain Tim on the ground next to Gyro.
Johnny shook his head. "Well that didn't last long." He then started to crawl out of his little hiding spot which was nothing more than a small hole within a collapsed building.
"Nyo Ho Ho, it's too late to take it back, Bakugo," Gyro laughed as Kirishima put him down. Dust danced in front of his face, but he ignored as he continued to grin openly. "What will the others think when they learn that you're—"
Suddenly Gyro's left cheek exploded. Bits of flesh flew everywhere as smoke blew out two new gory holes. Johnny stared in shock as the Italian fell backwards. At first he thought Bakugo had finally lost what little patience he had, but the spikey haired blonde's own expression mirrored his own. "Gyrooooo!"
"W-What the hell?!" Kirishima yelled out before immediately placing a hand on Gyro's injured cheek to keep the blood from escaping.
"What happened?!" demanded Mountain Tim, his hands slipping into his utility belt before pulling out some leftover bandages and gauze.
"I don't know! One second he was fine and then his face exploded!" Mountain Tim turned to stare intensely at Bakugo.
"Don't pin this on me!" The blonde scowled indigently, but his eyes never left the blood seeping out of Kirishima's fingers.
"If it wasn't you, then who was…" Johnny started to say as he finished crawling over to them, but paused when a thought occurred to him. Suddenly his eyes went absolutely wide and a spike of fear shot up spine.
Whirling his head around, Johnny saw none other than Oyecomova shakily standing atop some rubble.
Blood seeped out of the terrorist's lips as his left eye bulged unnaturally out of its socket. Cheekbones stuck out at odd angles and the insect screen he wore now dug lines into his face. Trails of crimson leaked down his limbs and his left leg trembled violently, but he didn't fall. Lastly, huge pieces of pale skin was torn off his face, revealing blue fleshy layers underneath. It was a miracle the man was even conscious after everything that happened to him.
"I… have to… thank you, Gyro Zeppeli…" said Oyecomova, more blood spilling out of his mouth along with several broken teeth. "If you haven't punished me for my arrogance… I wouldn't never pushed myself to learn a new ability for my Stand just now."
Johnny tensed as the man's Stand materialize behind him. The purple raven reached up with a claw hand to touch a dust cloud next to its master. Little clock-like pins started form within the little puff.
"So that how you got me, you bastard…" Johnny blinked, turning to see Gyro pushing Kirishima and Mountain Tim out of the way before glaring at his hated enemy.
The cruel villain gave him a jagged smile, adding to his already menacing appearance. "As you can see that first bomb was a test… It took a while for the dust to reach you, but now that I seen its results, I can now safely declare that my victory is assured!" Raising both hands, Oyecomova stuck them in several clouds of dust around him. "Just try to beat me now, Zeppeli! With an entire cloud of bombs protecting me, there is nothing but defeat for you!"
Licking his lips, Johnny watched as the dust cloud started to encroach on their position. Bakugo and Kirishima tensed beside him, but he knew that they couldn't do a thing against something that would kill them the moment they touched it. No. The only way to stop the bombs now was to defeat the one who controlled them. However, he knew that the pale terrorist wouldn't stay down for long. The man had an iron will that made him endure the worst sent at him.
In the moment, the paraplegic knew what he had do.
Raising a star-covered hand, Johnny aimed for Oyecomova's head, intending to put him down for good.
Yet as the nail-bullet started to spin on his finger, a mighty scraping hiss echoed throughout the area. Blinking in surprise, Johnny turned his head upward to see the building that was damaged earlier from Oyecomova's bombs was starting to tremble violently. It groaned as if it was near death and chunks of concrete started to fall down from its sides. Right next to Oyecomova.
The terrorist seemed to notice this as well as his eyes went absolute wide. Limping backwards, the pale man tried desperately to escape impending doom, but his injured leg gave out, causing him to tumble to the ground.
As the building gave one last shudder, Oyecomova let out one last furious, indignant howl. It was soon cut off by the first huge chunk of concrete crushing him where he stood.
Oyecomova, the most infamous terrorist in Italy, was no more.
Johnny winced as the building fully collapsed on top of the villain, before covering his mouth as another huge dust cloud was sent everywhere. Yet he paused when he didn't hear a single explosion go off. Cocking his head to the side as the dust started to somewhat settle down. "Why didn't the bombs go off?" he asked out loud.
"When a Stand or user die, so to shall the effects of its powers disappear," explained Mountain Tim as he slumped back onto some rubble. "The bombs were all part of Oyecomova's Stand and with him dead, they are no more…. You ok, boys?"
Turning his head to the side, Johnny saw that Kirishima looked rather sick while Bakugo merely looked a little stunned. "Right… besides that one other villain, this must the first time they saw someone get killed…" Surprisingly Gyro was the only one who wasn't effected by Oyecomova's death. Which was understandable since the man was bane of the Italian's existence.
"I…I… I don't know, Sensei…" Kirishima admitted as he looked away from where Oyecomova died. "Oyecomova may have been a villain… but he didn't deserve that…"
"He was going to kill us…" Bakugo said stiffly, apparently getting over his shock.
"I know that, man, but…"
"He got what he deserved…" Johnny cut the redhead off before could finish his sentence. "Better him than us…"
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "That's harsh, don't you think…?"
"It doesn't matter now, Kirishima," said Gyro before his pupil could retort. "He's dead… but we still have a job to do. There are other villains still left in the USJ."
"Gyro's right," agreed Mountain Tim. "We need to get to the rest of the class and escape."
"Screw that! I'm going to take down that wrap gate guy!" Bakugo asserted before cracking his knuckles with a loud pop.
"Right, that was our plan," admitted Kirishima, looking a bit better now that his mind was focused on something else. "Guess we should go find and take him down along with his boss."
"Hey, aren't you guys listening to me?!" demanded the cowboy. "I'm your teacher and I'm not allowing my students to endanger themselves any further!"
"If you don't want to join us, then we'll leave you here," Johnny said indifferently. "But no matter what you say, we're going."
"Sorry, teach," said Gyro, his cheeks now stitched up with the Zombie Horse. "As you can see, these guys are dead set on trying to get themselves killed. Now I don't know about you, but I wouldn't be a good student if I left my classmates to such a fate, would I?"
Mountain Tim stared Gyro for a moment before sweeping his gaze to the rest of his students. A sigh escaped his lips as his shoulders slumped. A small grin started to form on his lips. "All right, you win. I'll let you go on this little adventure, but on one condition… You live through this ordeal, alright?"
"You don't need to tell us something so obvious," Johnny snarked with a roll of his eyes. The cowboy's grin grew at that.
"True, but I do like to be reassured when it comes to my students…" Mountain Tim then cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. "That brings up a point… how are we going to move around effectively? With two of us injured… and I'm starting to feel the adrenaline dying down..." He grimaced at the admission but carried on with what he had to say. "Plus with all the blood I loss… I don't know how much longer I can stay awake. It's almost impossible to—"
"So this is where you guys were sent to." Johnny blinked before whipping around, a hand raised as Tusk materialized on his shoulder. Shoto Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the spinning nail, but said nothing as he stared blankly at his sweaty and injured classmates and teacher.
Yet Johnny didn't give him a glance as he noticed Slow Dancer and Valkyrie standing right behind the white and red haired youth, their reins in his hands. "After I dealt with the weaklings in the area I was sent to, I came to investigate the explosions coming from here…" explained Todoroki. "On my way here, I ran into these two wandering around. I couldn't leave them behind so I brought them with me…" He then peered over to the destroyed building and smoky landscape behind his classmates and teacher. "…I'm assuming that you guys handled your villains."
"Damn right we did!" Bakugo said heatedly before carefully picking up his teacher.
"You're a few minutes late to the party," commented Gyro, a wry grin on his lips. "Though I have to say you sure know what kind of gifts to bring us." He then pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle. Valkyrie nickered loudly as she stepped forward, causing Todoroki to blink before letting go of her reins. The young horse trotted over her master, who pushed Kirishima out of the way, startling the boy. Gyro then turned his back as his horse lowered her head before casually using the Spin to seat himself into the saddle.
"H-Hey, that's the move that Johnny used during the entrance exam," said Kirishima.
"Of course it is. After all, he's the one who taught me it." Johnny dryly stated before mimicking his mentor and whistled to his horse. The old appaloosa trotted over to her owner as soon as Todoroki let go of her reins. Within a few seconds, Johnny was on his saddle and tying his feet to the special harnesses.
"Get our Sensei onto my horse," Gyro told Bakugo as he turned Valkyrie around and walked her over to him. "It'll be easier for him if he starts to lose consciousness."
"Don't order me around, Gold Tooth!" said Bakugo, but complied none the less. With great care he helped the cowboy teacher onto the horse.
"Good to go, Gyro…" Mountain Tim grunted painfully, as he held an arm around the bandages across his chest while the other was wrapped around his student for support.
The Italian gave his teacher a nod before turning to face Todoroki. "We're going to deal with the warp gate guy and the other villains. You can either come with us or—"
"I'm going to take down the rest of the villains," said Todoroki, turning around without another word and started to walk out of the collapsed zone.
"H-Hey, we we're supposed to do the classic back and forth to convince you to come with us!"
"Give it a rest, Gyro," said Johnny, his horse was already following after the white and red haired boy. He could practically hear Gyro spluttering behind him, but he didn't care. Right now, he needed to end this invasion. Yet he slowed Slow Dancer to a halt when he came near Kirishima, holding out a hand to him. "Get on. It's faster than walking."
The redhead blinked for a moment, before allowing a grin to bloom across his lips as he took the American's hand. With a heave, he was lifted off the ground before landing with a soft thump behind the saddle.
"This is so cool! I'm really like a cowboy now!" he said with a toothy grin. Johnny rolled his eyes at his classmate's excitement, but kept silent as he nudged Slow Dancer into a trot.
It didn't take long for the rest of his classmates to follow after him, Bakugo taking the lead after leaping forward with a mighty burst from his hands. Johnny let out a snort at that.
Yet just as they exited the collapsed zone, a loud bang echoed throughout the USJ. Looking up and towards the entrance, Johnny and his classmates saw that the massive doors were kicked open, dust thrown everywhere as soon as they hit the ground. Walking calmly through the opening was none other than All Might. Wearing nothing more than a professional suit, with his yellow coat taking off, the great hero's presence filled the entire USJ as he stood on top of the stairs leading down in the facility.
While Johnny was relieved to see the Symbol of Peace, he noticed something rather shocking on the man's face. Even from far away, it was plain for all to see that All Might was not smiling. Instead he looked absolutely angry. Something that the American has never seen before. And it honestly unnerved him right down to his core.
"Fear not," All Might said loudly for all to hear. "I… am here!"
Author's Note: Finally done with this one. Just one more chapter before the end of the USJ arc and onto the new content, AKA the arc where one new Stand User will appear alongside another familiar Stand User (you'll know who that one is when you see them). Anyway, this chapter was fun since I liked how Oyecomova was in his element with the environment, but screwed up due how cocky he got with flaunting his powers around and wanting to personally kill Gyro. If he was smart, he would've destroyed the collapsed zone entirely, but instead his hubris was his own downfall. But yeah, next chapter will be very straight forward with some original content. I mean, this were we get to see All Might teach us, and Johnny, just what "PLUS ULTRA" really means.
The reference for the title is obviously the name of our main villain for this chapter, Oyecomova. I couldn't think of a better title than that honestly as it fits so well.
Now onto stats for Oyecomova, (since this was his only appearance. Gyro will get his soon enough, I promise). Also I should make a note and say that while a Stand User might have superior stats compared to their Stands, they are completely different in terms of power and abilities. Like for example with Oyecomova, his personaly speed stat is higher than his Stand. This is due to his Stand focusing more on planting bombs and having more destructive power while its user has trained to be more agile.
Oyecomova
Quirk: Shed - This Quirk causes Oyecomova to shed his skin like layers from an Onion. While not exactly durable, they are able to soften blows from powerful attacks, to a degree anyway. If the portion of skin that was shed was small, it will regenerate quickly, but if it's large it will take some time. Also depends on how much food he has eaten per day.
Power: 2/5
Speed: 4/5
Technique: 3/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 2/5
Stand: Boku no Rhythm wo Kiitekure (Literally translate to "Oye Co Mova" in English). - This Stand is very dangerous as Oyecomova can plant bombs on anything he, or his Stand, can touch. Once touched, a pin is planted like a land mine and if said pin is removed from where it is planted, it will explode after springing into the air. There is no real defense against this Stand other than avoiding the bombs and not getting touched by it.
Destructive Power: B
Speed: C
Range: C
Durability: B
Precision: E
Development Potential: C
Now for some review responses!
Guest #1: Thank you for your kind comment and support! I'm glad you liked this chapter!
gold crown dragon: Indeed. The bomber stand has made his appearance. Unfortunately he didn't last long.
TheLunaticChild: Thanks again for your support, my friend, and I'm happy you liked this chapter! As for Oyecomova, in the end he was defeated, but he was proved to be quite the danger for our 4 heroes-in-training. Mainly having the enviromental advantage for his Stand and using unorthodox methods for fighting. Only his hubris and arrogance brought him down. And irony with that building. :P
Jajo Camello: Thank you for liking my chapter! As for your questions, unfortunately no, other stand users from different parts won't be showing up and certainly not Diavolo. Except for those who survived the universal remake from part 6, no one from the first 6 parts will be showing up in this story. But don't worry, the one who was in charge of the fat bastard who had the arrowhead is just as bad, if not more dangerous than Diavolo. And no, I'm not spoiling who it is! :P
Guest #2: As I have just explained, no one from Stardust Crusaders will be showing up. Sorry about that, but I don't want to confuse the timelines or what makes sense for story like this.
SilentXD7: Thanks for liking my story! I hope to continue to impress you and everyone else!
Guest #3: So thou has asked for it, so thou shall ye receive it! :3
And that's just about it! Thanks once again for reading this story! I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you all have a nice day!
Sincerely, Count Chaos.
