AN: I am going to be giving this chapter a try and hopefully I can overcome My writer's block before I head on to work and all that sweet jazz. I feel like I am physically dying and I'm hating my life with a small amount of rage and anger at my luck to be honest. I am going to be giving it a try and hopefully it turns out OK, I am unsure whether or not it's good but I'll try any damn way.

Emrys Akayuki: Whoops…. my bad. Welp, I just like having a technical answer instead of just being junk dna that was leftover.

Hardcasekara: thanks, I hope to not disappoint. I was definitely going for something like this for Saphira and Charlotta. I'm glad that it came across like this and I am looking forward to making more things and hopping others enjoy more of the story.

MIKE202303:I am pleased that you enjoy the story and I hope not to disappoint

Sinister10tails: no worries, I don't mind reading this. I actually don't go online much any more on PSN, due to work and all that fun stuff. I will be getting PSN plus soon, so maybe we can check out borderlands 3 for a while. I just have to get some stuff straightened out with the WiFi and all that. Cuz my connection is absolute trash!

The3rdReader: I fixed it in the later chapters I believe.

Hopefully I remember to insert my responses after I finish the chapter. Pentagon Runaway is pretty freaking good not gonna lie, as well as Monsta X's X-phenomenon!

—-QT—- (Saphira Brim)

Saphira sighed as she waited outside the train station, while patting her hands over her skirt. She decided to wear a more normal type of clothing, it felt strange not to wear the familiar cloth and leathers that her dad and mom used as their consistent look. It wasn't all that bad, there was a certain joy she felt as she put on the normal civilian type clothing. It helped her feel like she was normal and not some kind of creature that would rip out people's throats and drink the blood.

Civilians walked by her without giving her a second thought, all their different Quirks changing some of their appearances while others looked like a normal human being before Quirks came around. Saphira watched them pass her, while keeping an eye out for Charlotta. It annoyed her that she had to run an errand for Nezu, but at least she wouldn't be suffering alone.

"Oh, you're here early. I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon and certainly not wearing a skirt...". Charlotta said with a small smirk on her face.

Saphira jumped as her voice came from behind her. She whirled around to face her but froze as she took in her appearance.

Charlotta was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue v-neck shirt. Her hair was tied behind her head in a ponytail but her horns were still there as well as the necklace around her neck.

"I think you look nice, with normal clothes on. You certainly lose the whole 'Super intimidating' air around you. It feels like a normal person," Charlotta's smirk grew into a grin, "but if they look at your eyes that's a different story. The blue one is a calm ocean, that promises a swift reaction and the orange one speaks of a slow and torturous death." Charlotta stared into her eyes for a long moment, while Saphira felt herself growing a small bit embarrassed. She wasn't used to all the attention from another person, specifically someone who was the same age as her. It wasn't something that happened often for her, it felt good while she was nervous that she'd screw it up somehow.

"T-thanks..." Saphira said while her face started burning.

"Anyways," Charlotta turned and looked down the sidewalk, observing the people who walked down them. "Where are we going to pick up the stuff for principal Nezu?"

"We've got a bit of a walk, but it shouldn't take longer than twenty minutes to get there." Saphira said while taking a look at her phone. They had more than enough time to get back to the school and get ready for teaching class 1-B.

"How do you think All Might's doing without us?"

"I dunno? He may be doing all right but he could have gotten a couple of people injured. He did set Izuku against Bakugo but I don't know how that'll work out, except for a very injured Bakugo." Saphira shrugged as she placed her phone back in her bag.

"Speaking of Izuku, what caused you to start helping him?"

"His Quirk was the reason me and All Might singled him out. He has a very intriguing ability," Saphira bit her lip as she thought about wether or not to tell her the true scale of his abilities. She shook off the desire to not tell her, if Charlotta was going to be her co-teacher and minder then it would only be a matter of time before she was told about Izuku's abilities. It would be better to find out from the source rather than make uninformed decisions.

"He has the ability to steal and copy Quirks permanently, I gave him a copy of my Beast-blood allowing him to further increase the amount of combat training and his viciousness in battle. All Might was worried about him becoming a target for villains and took a personal interest in overseeing his trading."

"You gave him a Quirk that causes emotional and mental instability!? What were you thinking!?" Charlotta asked her eyes observing her with a furious curiosity burning in them.

"I..."

Saphria paused, she didn't exactly know why she did it or remember. She wasn't in her best state of mind for a long time, and even now she was barely hanging on. If she had to guess it was probably so that if she were to go off the deep end, then someone had a chance of killing her.

"I wanted him to be able to kill me," Saphira said as her mind whispered dangerously in the back of her head, but that's not all.

"He was weak and pathetic, he allowed a maggot to scare him. He could become a talented hunter with just the right amount of training. He could kill the beasts that wear human skin, he could flay their flesh and rip their souls asunder. His potential to become an apex predator was amazing, he could become a god among the Quirked community, but he has a fixation on being a hero. He wants to become something I could never truly believe in, heroes are overrated. They solve nothing and only cause more grief and paperwork, no one is allowed to use their Quirk without a license."

"So I gave him a copy of my Quirk, he accepted graciously. He even pointed out how even a dangerous Quirk like mine could be used for good, on a separate occasion. I grew to care for him and Mina was one of the ones who believed in him. Her belief is what grew on me causing me to care for her as well, but I still feel the gnawing from my Quirk. I still want to kill beasts, the need is there and I can't control it." Saphira said while she looked down the sidewalk, the people who crossed her path were starting to change into terrifying creatures. They were becoming beasts, monsters in human flesh, fur growing in and limbs elongating.

She took deep breaths and felt the urge die down, never gone but always present waiting for her to slip. The people turned back to normal and she felt a slight disgust at her own actions. Charlotta's hand brushed against her own for a fraction of a second, and Saphira became all too aware of how close they were in proximity to one another. Saphira found a calming prescience emanated from her as Charlotta looked at her with careful eyes. Saphira gave her a careful smile, while she tried to convey that she was fine with her eyes.

"So with Izuku exerting better control of my own Quirk than myself, I have struggled to follow his example in control. It has been difficult to say the least, with every transformation there is a slight twisting to my own thought process. The lives of others become secondary and if I broke a few bones here or if I viciously destroyed someone it didn't matter, because they were going to help with my motive or they'd die in the process."

"What motive?" Charlotta asked, her voice the essence of patience.

"If they weren't strong enough to kill me than they were beyond worthless and didn't deserve to breath." She barked a cruel laugh from her throat, "yet with each fight, I find my body growing stronger and resilient to trauma."

Saphira frowned as a thoughtful look crossed over her face, her own thoughts pointing at her previous experience.

"I got in a fight once, when I was only fifteen, with... someone who was immensely stronger than myself. She didn't hold back and tried to kill me with every fiber of her being. She disemboweled me, I remember the excruciating pain when she pulled everything out of my body. I thought I was dying," she gained a sad smile on her face, "and I was so relieved. I didn't have to worry about killing someone I cared for or attacking a friend for no reason, other than she looked like a monster."

"But as you can see, I am alive and well. I felt my own body twisting and pulling in on itself, I felt extreme burning in my stomach as everything that was once inside was regrown from scratch. I broke down during the whole process and tried to remove everything that it was putting back. I wanted to die, but nothing I did would help."

"Who were you fighting?" Charlotta asked, while keeping her face completely blank of any judgment or sympathy. Saphira figured she was waiting until I after the story to say something about all that.

"I was fighting a villain who went by the name, Slaughter." She snarled as she thought of that bitch, who refused to kill her. The monster who killed her family, one day she'd find that bitch and rip out her entrails. She felt her hackles rising and her body shifting into one made for violence, the amount of hatred she had for that WHORE, was burning in her blood. She would regret not killing her when she had the chance, and Saphira would capitalize on everything in their fight.

"What'd she do?" Charlotta asked in a quiet voice, bringing Saphira back to her senses as her body deflated and dropped the stance. Saphira glanced at her eyes, Charlotta seemed to already know the answer to her question but wanted to hear it from her own mouth.

Saphira felt her mouth go dry as she opened her mouth only to close it again, she felt the pain that gripped her heart whenever she thought about her family. Her mom's kind smile and her father's stern but loving gaze as they taught her the way of the world. The memory came flashing back unbidden to her mind.

The entire street was destroyed, the fight between them and Slaughter was destructive to the point of a bomb going off. The buildings on the street were evacuated while the family of monsters fought the villain. Saphira was beaten to the point of death, but Slaughter stopped just short of killing her. She left her bleeding on the ground as she walked away, having more than enough time to escape before any heroes arrived to help them.

She cried over her parents corpses as she crawled over the cracked pavement to their still warm bodies. She bit back a scream every time she moved across the ground, as her entrails were scraping against the concrete. Her nerves were on fire as pain was searing into her brain, but she couldn't help but laugh as she pulled her broken body towards them. Her own body was fighting to keep her alive against her will, she remembered the feeling of hope when she saw her parents stir for the longest moment. They were still alive and she grasped at them desperately.

"O-oh.. my little.. raven-" her mother coughed violently as blood was rising out of her lips. Saphira barely registered the blood moving towards her trying to repair her own grievous wounds. "I was wondering what happened, but I guess we lost..." she said with a sad smile on her face as she looked over her daughter. The hurt that was in her eyes, turned to fury as her mother snarled. Her body seemed to bloat and shift in places only to cave back in on itself, leaving her mother coughing and wheezing in pain.

"That vile creature harmed you!?" Her mother snarled, ignoring the blood that pooled in her mouth as she spoke.

Her father was roused by the yelling, his body was in a bad way. His entire rib cage was shattered and his breathing was like a rattling wheeze. His stomach was in the same state as her, but his limbs were completely destroyed. They were barely hanging on to a single strand of muscle and the blood that flowed out of him was flowing back, but it was too slow to completely heal the damage.

"*cough* it seems that we lost that fight." He said with a humorless smile, while gritting his teeth to such an extant so he could keep talking to her. "I-I don't think we are going to survive this, young raven." David smiled sadly while looking at his daughter with a pained smile.

"Your mother's Quirk is failing her and my own is not fast enough to repair the damage in time." He gained a pained smile, while looking at his wife. Her face twisted into a pained grimace, she knew what he was suggesting before Saphira could even understand it. "The only person who could survive all this damage is you."

Saphira felt her brain her fizzle at those damning words, she didn't want to lose her parents. She didn't want to keep on going while they died, there wasn't a point in her continued survival without her family. She shook her head and wheezed, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

"I am sorry, m-my little raven..." Mary smiled while coughing, her body was still growing and shrinking in places. Her Quirk was working in overtime trying to find something to settle on and keep her body alive. Her mother shuffled her broken body closer to dad, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Mary beckoned Saphira over to them, and she embraced her parents, not at all caring for the blood that flowed from their wounds. Saphira felt her body getting stronger with every passing second, while she was hugging her parents. Her intestines had fully grown again, the muscles regrown over them and finally the skin was the last touch. Her skin had healed over perfectly, not even leaving a scar to hint at the damage she suffered.

"We will always be with you, Saphira. You will always have us standing with you, in either your memories or your Qurik. You are the combination of our greatest strengths, you are kind like me and cunning like your father. I love you." Her mom said weakly, Saphira noted dully that there wasn't any blood leaving her wounds anymore. Her mom's breathing was getting weaker, her father shifted his head against her as he couldn't use his limbs any more.

"I hope that you can live your life without suffering too much from this, my daughter. I-I wish that I could still be here for you but I can feel my body failing and it hurts so much to force my Quirk to stay down. I know that I won't be able to survive this and I don't want you to suffer any longer than you should. I barely have enough blood to recover any of my wounds, my heart is beating so weakly it's barely making enough blood to keep me conscious." Her father said while his eyes slowly closed while he was talking and his voice was fading, as what little strength he had left faded from his body.

Saphira pulled at them urgently, desperately trying to keep them awake long enough for help to arrive. It couldn't be much longer before the heroes got here.

"MOM, DAD! YOU HAVE TO STAY AWAKE, PLEASE!" Saphira screamed as she shook them gently, her mind was getting foggy. "Y-you can't leave me here alone! Dad you still have to teach me how to be a hunter and mom you need to show me how to control my Quirk, I can't do it alone..." Saphria's voice weakened as she slowly felt her hope crash at her feet and the rage that twisted in her stomach.

Saphira's throat twisted and morphed, her body was changing as she couldn't control her anger.

"W-W-WHERE ARE THE HEROES!?" She howled at the air, her voice reverberating through the decimated street.

Saphira was roused from the aweful memory by a gentle shake on her shoulder. She looked at Charlotta, who was watching her carefully.

"Slaughter, she killed my parents but she failed to kill me. She didn't know what my full Quirk was and figured I took after my mom. I did try to maul her for her troubles, but she seemed to know everything I was going to do. It wasn't a fight for her, it was just a game." Saphira felt a dark smile grow on her face as she barked out a harsh laugh. "I looked back over every little piece of evidence I found relating to that fucking day!"

Saphira heard the inflection of sadness, anger, and... respect? She quickly shoved away at the feelings she didn't believe to be fully hers, but where did she begin and where did the Quirk end. How much of her emotions were real or twisted, but the Quirk was an extension of who she was. She shuddered in horror at the thought of respecting the beast that had stolen away her family.

"Slaughter was toying around with the city, only waiting for my parents to get called out. She was hiding her true capabilities and she still is, I couldn't find any information regarding her Quirk. No strengths, no weaknesses! Hell, not even a family I could use against her, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING!"

'That beast took away my family for no goddamn reason and I couldn't return the favor!' Saphira's thought as her face twisted into a snarl and anger churned her gut in an uncomfortable manor.

"Saphira..."

Charlotta began as she looked at her with calculating eyes, before they lit up with a smirk.

"I believe that you'll find her eventually, but for now you have to keep a lid on your vengeance. I know that'll be hard for you but if you can keep your plan a secret for now, then I can help you find her." Charlotta said calmly, her face betraying no more of her thoughts as she looked at Saphira.

Saphira took a good breath, letting go of her resentment. She was good at pushing away at the need for vengeance, while it was unhealthy she was able to keep this a secret from All Might and Nezu. Saphira knew they were pretending not to notice and would only mention it if she brought it up first. All Might would try and dissuade her from the idea of killing her, while Nezu would suggest imprisoning her. Saphira knew they meant well, but she knew that for a person like Slaughter imprisonment would only be a slap on the wrist for her. If heroes kept going at her with only a small percentage of their strength in order to avoid killing her then it would be a different story, her parents learned that lesson the hard way.

"I've kept my hatred from interfering with my purpose at the school rather well. I haven't snapped yet and killed anyone, hell I haven't even popped that annoying grape yet!" She finished with a harsh bark of laughter at the comical thought of beating that little freak.

"Yes, that creat- student," Charlotta interrupted with a knowing smirk. "I commend your patience with him, you've been doing better than I have at least. I notice his leering gazes during lunch periods and whenever he spots the two of us in the hallways in between hours. I have been grading his tests and homework with a very hard curriculum. If he doesn't give enough information about an answer or doesn't show his work, well then its out of my hand." She finished with a casual shrug of her shoulders, Saphira found her reasoning quite sound and agreed with her method.

"You are a rather soft spoken person aren't you?"

"Well, I tend to keep a firm hand on my emotions. I can't control my Quirk if my emotions run rampant, I could end up freezing the entire class or eviscerating them with wind. I could laugh and lose my cool for a second, then I'd probably explode or something considering my luck." She said with a bitter smile on her face.

"Well... you could express yourself more when it's just the two of us. I can't be killed easily, so I mean..." Saphira said with her voice choking up a little bit, and internally she was screaming at herself to keep talking.

"I want to help you because you help me!" She blurted out quickly feeling her face grow a bit hot at the way it sounded out loud.

"So you wish to help me for purely selfish reasons?" Charlotta's face became unreadable, she wiped all emotion off her face and looked at Saphira, who felt herself wilting under her gaze. "That's perfect!" Charlotta exclaimed excitedly, "you will have more of a motivation to help me and I don't have to worry too much about your safety. I can actually express things instead of writing about it and keeping my opinions to myself!" The air around Charlotta turned scorching hot for a brief moment, until it died down.

"Sorry."

Saphira blinked in surprise at her, "n-no problem! I am used to hot air!" She exclaimed outloud, sounding like a total doofus. She mentally groaned at her attitude towards this situation.

The two walked in silence to the front of the shop, the name was very American style. The name was Big Jim's supply shop, Saphira felt a sudden nostalgia looking at the sign.

"Shall we head in, or are you going to stand here like a bum?" Charlotta asked with a wicked smirk on her face as she pulled her by the hand towards the door.

"Yeah." Saphira said as she took the lead and pulled Charlotta behind her into the store.

"Welcome to my shop!" Greeted a large man, from behind the counter. He was bald but he wore a kind smile as he looked at the two women, his name tag read Big Jim. "How can I help you two today?"

"We are here to pick up an order for Nezu." Saphira stated in a business like tone, noticing that the man's eyes lit up in recognition at Nezu's name.

"Ah, I gotcha order right here!" He pulled a small box from underneath the counter and placed it down giving Charlotta and Saphira a good look at it.

"Is that the correct order?" Saphira said while looking at the small box in confusion, 'it's small enough to fit in my hand!?'

"Yeah, this is a new type of packaging we're using nowadays, they developed this box that is kinda a giant space inside while the outside isn't affected and..." Jim grabbed the box and tossed it at Saphrira who caught it without thinking.

"It doesn't change it's weight!" Jim announced with a huge smile, "that bit of technology has saved my back and my wallet when hiring help!" He exclaimed as he rubbed his head, it seemed to shine in the light.

Saphira looked at the small box, clearly unimpressed. The thing looked like an ordinary wooden box, there was no way in hell that all that could fit inside such a small box.

"What's the name of this packing technique?"

"Their calling it the Tiny Box Tim method. Apparently some big man baby made it up, he used it as a coping thing for a scary situation." Jim shrugged not really giving a shit at the idea of a man making something useful for something so stupid.

"That guy got a name?" Charlotta asked with interest.

"MArkIE-MOO!" The guy exclaimed with a hazed look in his eyes and he quickly shrugged it off. "What did you ask?" He asked looking confused for a long second.

"N-Nothing!" She said quickly while trying to not look at Big Jim, whoever this guy was he was able to control people from far away when asked about.

Saphira shook herself off and decided to push the conversation to an end. "How much do we owe you?"

"Nothing, Nezu already sent me the payment. He just wanted you to get it so I didn't charge him the delivery fee." Jim huffed in annoyance, clearly he wanted to get paid for doing nothing.

"Okay then..." Saphira gave Charlotta a look, she nodded eagerly, "I think it's time for us to go."

They quickly made a break for the door and kept walking at a brisk pace away from the shop. The two talked about non-consequential things as they walked back to the school. Their class with 1-B would start soon and they needed to get there in order to get their materials set up.

—-QT—- (Izuku Midoriya)

Izuku stood waiting for All Might's signal, Mina stood by his side with smile. She was looking forward to this exercise and he knew why, this was their time to put their training into practice. Mina could have easily done this by herself, taking out the supporting outer walls and if the enemy team was stupid the inside walls and columns. She could bring the whole building down in a matter of minutes or less, she could use acid to slowly eat away at the walls and support beams and they could be in and out in minutes. The entrance exam was nothing compared to fighting humans, robots were too easy. They were incapable of making conscious choices and irrational moves, they moved with their programming and never deviated in strategy.

Mina knew how to fight, in a way. She was never able to learn how to fight exactly like Saphira, and her training wasn't the kindest or the strictest. The only thing that was stressed was victory in anyway possible. Izuku took to it easily due to their regenerative factors, and the fact that the two of them had to be brutal in order to gain any amount of strength. He was able to wear her out while he was using his speed Quirk. It wasn't difficult for him use thief and avoid all her attacks only it tired him out way to quickly. The amount of pain was a deterrent for using a full body activation for long periods of time.

'I can do this! I can win against Kacchan!' His thoughts whirled in his head, thinking of countless ideas to attack him with. He could use a mixture of attacks and never keep using one attack, he had to think quick on his feet and attack with everything he has. If he lets Kacchan have a second to think or breath then the fight was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

He pulled up the Quirk that would let him attack within seconds. He paused as he grasped the quirk in his firmly in his mind, setting it on standby. He wondered at how he looked to others when he used this Quirk, did he just vanish from sight only to appear in a different location or was there a blur of motion. It was something to think about for later that was for sure. The signal went off and Izuku shot Mina a smile as he rushed off into the fray.

Time slowed to a crawl as he rushed into the building without wasting any movements. It felt as if seconds were passing to him while it couldn't have been any longer than a single second. He moved through the building, examining every floor as he searched for Bakugo.

He saw his target standing on the third floor, he was standing motionless. Izuku had more than enough time to strike him down in a quick manor, due to his liberated Quirk. He smiled viciously as he ran towards him at full speed, before he leapt into the air and gave him a devastating drop kick to the head. Time was still moving slowly as Bakugo moved through the air, his face was pushed in where the impact had landed. Izuku stood there observing, as a wicked smile grew on his face as he watched his childhood bully. He ignored the immense burning inside his lungs, as he felt them decaying from his overuse.

He didn't care in the slightest, as he grasped at beast blood. He willed it to fix his lungs as best as it could without any blood for it to use as fuel. He wanted to destroy him completely, even at the cost of his body. He wanted to relish the feeling of winning against him as much as he could.

He quickly got annoyed at how slowly he was moving and decided to get a little bit more violent, hoping that it would increase the speed at which he was moving into the air.

Izuku planted a fist into his stomach and put as much force as he dared into the blow. He wanted to incapacitate him, not kill him while the alternative did sound deceptively nice. He pushed aside his want to make him suffer, knowing that it wasn't actually what he really wanted to do. He released his Quirk and watched as Bakugo released a pained grunt as he was knocked off his feet and onto the floor.

He recovered quickly, using his explosion to propel himself off the floor and towards Izuku. His eyes were focused and face was contorted in rage, Izuku backed off as fast as he could. He still couldn't breathe correctly as his lungs were still fixing themselves.

Bakugo exploded in a burst of speed, allowing him to catch him by the front of his jacket. The palm that connected with his chest, exploded sending him flying backwards and towards the wall.

Izuku grit his teeth, taking the pain that was exploding in his chest. He desperately grasped at Thief before he could impact the wall, turning himself intangible and phasing through the wall. He fell back against the floor of the other room, his control of Thief leaving him the second he was through the wall. He didn't want to use it too much, otherwise he would be worthless in the plan to help Mina take down Kirishima. He could not fight what he could not touch, the best he could hope for was to be a useful distraction.

He pushed himself to his feet waiting for Bakugoto come rushing through the wall and attack him. He switched to acid as fast as he could, and prayed that it would be a useful distraction against him. He generated as much as he could in his hands, the acid was only strong enough to cause major itching but it would have to do and if he threw it in his eyes, then it would be an even greater opening.

The wall crumbled in seconds after he decided upon a course of action and Kacchan was through the wall in moments, resuming his frenzied rush towards Izuku.

"DIE!" Bakugo exclaimed as he outstretched his hand towards Izuku's face, willing to grasp his head in his hands.

Izuku threw the acid at his face, hoping that his anger would have distracted him at least for a moment.

What he did not account for was Bakugo's insane amount of battle awareness, he moved his head on instinct alone. He avoided the brunt of the attack while a small bit hit his right eye, causing it to burn and tear up.

Izuku grasped his arm that was outstretched and pulled him forward, while using his body positioning to raise his body into the air only to slam him down. He didn't let up for a moment in his assault, knowing that if he gave him the chance he would be back up and attacking him in seconds.

He raised his foot, bringing it down as hard as he could. The limb impacted the explosive boy's stomach with a vengeance, with an almost satisfying crack of his ribs that were hit in the assault.

Izuku stopped for a moment to look at Bakugo's still form. He looked away from him for a moment only for Bakugo to jump to life attacking him once his attention lapsed away from him.

"I'll kill you! You LEECH!" He cried while grasping at his gauntlet, getting ready to release a payload of explosive power capable of damaging his face. The only thing that would have been able to fix it would have been a trip to recovery girl, but he didn't even process that bit of information as he pulled the pin.

The explosive forced hit Izuku like a runaway train, it smashed directly into him. It blew him back and into a wall, smashing against like a fly on a windshield. Izuku felt like the impact alone would have left him unable to walk for a week if he was lucky.

"Was it funny!? Were you mocking me, while you pretended not to have a Quirk!" Bakugo raged at him, stalking forward his hands giving an ominous glow. Bakugo used his explosive force to blast him further in the room.

He knew that if he stayed still then he would not be able to survive any longer, a feeling of self-survival kicking in hyper-drive.

Izuku pulled Beastblood up, feeling it repair his back slowly. He definitely messed something up, he could feel his spine shifting around. He grasped at the pouch on his hip, pulling out a vial of blood.

He didn't have enough time to inject it, so he did the next best thing. He crushed the vial in his hands allowing the blood to seep through his skin upon contact. The blood gave him a rush of power, giving him the strength to raise himself off the floor.

"Yes it was!" Izuku howled while leaping towards Bakugo, his anger channeling through his quirk. It was an amazing rush as he grasped his hands around Bakugo's neck and, using his newly empowered body, he slammed him into the concrete floor. Izuku smelt the fresh blood that was filtering into his nose, the scent alone was making his moves more violent towards the young explosion quirk user. Izuku stomped his foot over his hand, feeling it crunch against the bottom of his shoe. He ground it into the ground while a smile rose on his face.

Was this how it felt for Kacchan to torture me while we were kids! He thought with a snarl on his face, while listening to the pained groans coming from his vic-Prey! His thoughts were starting to get disjointed in his head. He snarled trying to shake his head clear, he looked down at the thing that was squirming under his feet.

He raised his foot and slammed it down against his head, bringing the squirming to an end. He looked at the unmoving form of Bakugo, he lowered himself to one knee bringing his arms behind his back while tying them together. He moved to his feet while glancing at Bakugo for a long moment, Thief flickering to life. He lowered his hands towards his unmoving body, contemplating his actions before he grasped his hand in horror. He stood and moved himself out of the room and made his way deeper into the building. He needed to regroup with Mina as soon as possible. It was getting dangerous for him to operate by himself.