Shrewdly, Sayako smirk as she sits down on the railing before the building, waving her legs up and down, a sly smirk on her lips. Bored, she hums, now then how should I go about this? Humming, Sayako furrows her brow at the thought only then to hear All Might's boisterous bellow echo making her flinch back, scowling, cursing under her breath, rubbing, cradling her sore ears from his declaration of starting the match.
Window? Window, Sayako nods her head to herself deciding her path. She flicks her wrist, a small thread spewing out from the window on the top floor, the place where the other tagged teams were protecting the bomb, I mean come on U.A wouldn't switch floors, they would barely have enough time unless they had a certain quirk for it I suppose, either way doing some scouting would be useful. Rei concludes to herself as she places her palm flat on the building wall, steadying herself.
"I can't believe she's doing this all on her own I mean she's outnumbered for one!" Stunned, Ochako exclaims to herself watching on through the monitor as on top in the missile room. Momo calmly begins making metal slabs creating a pile just as Mina giggles slamming some acid down on the floor her to skid out of the room, heading down to face Sayako.
"Yeah, but remember but Aizawa sensei said, she was a part of the recommendation." Tsuyu points out.
"Still can't believe she rejected the recommendation to want to get into U.A using her own skill how manly!" Gushing, Kirishima goes starry eyed at the thought.
"Let's see what she brings to the plate first." A few of the student's eyes widen when glancing over at Todoroki, furrowing his brow watching the monitor on display.
"Hey Sero her quirks like yours isn't it?" Denki lightly elbows Sero.
"No…" Sero frowns.
"Hm?" Denki hums slightly surprised by his words.
"It's different, I mean its like a different level." Shaken Sero furrows his brow.
"You serious?" Stunned, Denki exclaims.
"My cello tape can't break through metal hers can." Grimly, Sero exclaims.
"You serious?!" Denki shouts shocked.
"How scary…" Tsuyu blurts out, everyone's focusing back on the monitors on display. They watch Sayako kneel down crouched on the windowsill, her palm flat against the outside wall of the building, peering in. Her other free gloved hand ginger brush against her thigh holster. Carefully, she drops down, furrowing her brow.
"GOTCHA NOW SAYAKO SAN!" Startled, Sayako blinks taken aback by Mina pouncing upon her, spewing acid for her to skid upon, throwing splashes at Sayako, who darts to the corner, her blues expanding to see the walls withering away from her acid.
"You can't hide Sayako!" Giggling, Mina proclaims dashing towards her as Sayako sighs, charging at Mina surprising the others when watching her dash forward, flipping high into the air, her fingertips touching the ceiling in a few spaces, where one of Mina's acid blasts splashes upon her back, making her hiss, her back being exposed to the open air as she feels the cool chill but swiftly lands, kneeling down, sliding upon the acidic path.
"Guess you're running out of cloth fast." Smugly, Mina points out as Sayako glances down at the steam spewing out from the heel of her shoes making her bow her head, a sly smirk crossing his features confusing Mina who only gasps. Suddenly, thin metal like fibres spew out from the ceiling and wall, connecting to her outfit making her gasp when she is hung above, tied up.
"Wha…what!?" Mina gasps only making Sayako smirk smugly ignoring the faint hiss of her heels as she tosses her heels to the side revealing her blue socks as she returns to coruch before the windowsill of the window, winking cheekily at the stunned Mina before pulling herself upwards, towards the missile.
"She's so fast!" Stunned, Ochako gasps at the sight.
"I must admit that agility is almost second nature to her," Tokoyami notes.
"It's like she's dancing almost." Toru giggles giddily.
"Yeah, it's quite pretty." Happily, Ochako notes.
Such control and precision…Todoroki's eyes narrow, the group unaware of Bakugo's ruby reds gaping at the fight before them only then for their eyes to widen when just as she leaves Mina to her devices. Mina's eyes expand in shock, when hearing the faint hiss of her acid, making her gasp seeing the threads slowly snapping from the acidic nature causing her to come crashing down, dropping down.
"Huh, I guess Sayako's threads aren't as tough as we thought." Sero notes.
"Well they it can't be. Think about it who knows how many civilians could be injured if she used those metal fibres on them? Its good to see her care towards her fellow classmates." Proudly All Might bellows.
"Still that move was impressive." Tsuyu notes watching her climb upwards towards the missile room where smiling, Momo places her hands on her hips before dusting them off to see the steel slabs confidently trap herself within the room, unaware of the open windowsill where a certain thread user sits, curiously peering in, her brow raised, a sly smirk on her lips, a part of her tempted to go up and surprise her.
"Why is she just waiting?" Perplexed, Tsuyu furrows her brow when seeing Sayako calmly watching on, observing as Momo is oblivious of her presence.
"She's playing around." Todoroki furrows his brow in disapproval.
"Wait she isn't taking any of this serious?!" Horrified, Tenya gasps dramatically exclaiming at the news.
"You just realized that?" Giggling, Ochako smiles shyly placing her hand over her mouth at her friend's dramatic tendencies.
"Doesn't seem so." Bluntly, Tsuyu confirms, placing her forefinger on her lips.
"I…I thought we were all giving it our all. To see her take this so lightly, how shameful." Tutting, Tenya shakes his head at the furrowing his brow.
"Ashino calm down what's wrong? What do you mean…we got a problem!?" Perplexed, Momo's eyes narrow from Mina's shocked outburst making her hiss, cradling her earpiece puzzled by Mina's frantic words.
"I think she means me." Smoothly, Sayako's voice rings out jolting Momo, who turns sharply on her heel, her eyes expanding in panic at the sheer sight of the slyly smirking Sayako, swiftly drawing out from her thigh holder…a blade.