Good day again to all of you, hope the day finds you all well.

I know I said there would be a fight scene but I had more lead-up than originally planned. Anyway, HERE WE GO!

Dylan's voice faltered as he shot a glance down the block and forced himself to do a double-take. A man stood a ways down the street on top of one of the apartment buildings flanked by two monstrosities too alike to something he'd seen before. Natalie and Ben turned to face the scene when they saw Dylan's awestruck gaze. from that rooftop, a strange voice boomed, as if there were some sort of loudspeaker within their collective minds

"Ah, would you just look at this peaceful neighborhood-

It'd be a shame if it all came crashing down."

Chicago, since the advent of Quirks, had gone through two distinct trends concerning crime, an unprecedented uptick in criminal activity after Quirks started propogating in the majority population. Its violent streak lasted for years, even persisting under martial law, for a good five years, Chicago was a warzone, Quirked and Quirkless duking it out just to survive. What followed was a general downward trend coinciding with the rise of All-Might and his inspirations the West's great names such as the Chivalrous Hero, Excalibur in England, Iron Bear in Russia, and of course, The Impactful Hero, "Warhammer" in the U.S. Now, a new rise of major criminal activity following All-Mights retirement had slowly been working its way westward. The U.S. and Canada being the last to hear about and see what had transpired, but it was not the last to see major villain attacks, MQSI was the first ground zero in the United States akin to the events at Yuuei's USJ. The majority of the world recoiled at the story that All-Might had been pushed. The Symbol of Peace had been wounded, visibly, even if the footage never hit the public, People saw that as the beginning of the end of the All-Might.

With the ease in Warhammer's handling the Noumu that had somehow been brought to America- the import of a pair of them after their supposed confiscation by the Japanese government was a disturbing fact within its own right- even just 6 months afterwards, Americans still maintained that hope that heroes could still be the pillars that held up society. Common citizens relied on them, as much as the police, to keep them safe. Even and especially in the town Warhammer called home, people still trusted pro-heroes.

Chicago at its heart had, in the past, been a thriving hub of activity where the strongest, most cunning, and the wisest won out in the struggle that was intrinsic to human existence. In the present day, it was just a place for people to get complacent, to grow fat while they wasted their lives and the potential of their quirks.

In that moment in the windy city, the darkly dressed figure was pensive, even after his bold announcement. The thought of the pacification of what was once such a viscerally, naturally governed city disgusted him to no end. Isaiah Macht was thoroughly revolted by the state not only in Chicago, but anywhere so called Hero's meddled with the natural order, all for the sake of so called "ethics."

Human beings were flawed, and their choices and ethics even moreso, but those with strength and the brains to use it, those with power could create the lasing progress that would give the stronger their due. People like him would free the strong from their yoke of civic duty, unshackle those held back by the fear of using their powers and put them back where they belonged- at the top of the food chain.

"Ah yes, marvelous there will be someone to see this display," the seemed elated that there would be civilians who he knew would feel the sheer terror as his "Noumu-" that's what his handlers had called them- would wreck this block and allow Macht to pick through the remains. The fences he had set a low price for most of the stuff he brought in but Isaiah had managed to make a solid income, considering all of it was pure profit.

This had only been his M.O. for the past few weeks. When he was called from an unidentified number about housing some animals, he was admittedly curious to see what exactly these "animals" were. Isaiah was, at least when he opened the huge crates mysteriously left in the warehouse his uncle owned just across the state line, taken aback by their appearance- to say nothing of the amount of life support equipment involved.

The creatures were universally recognized after their appearance- and more importantly their destructive power- especially by any former victims.

"I sincerely hope you don't have anything important here. You see, I'm about to do some renovation."

"Oh shit!" Dylan's mind replayed the chase through the lab all over again. His mind replaying how the creature just tore through brick and cement like butter. It was MQSI all over again. Only this time, there would be no savior, no Hero to stop these absolute beasts from unleashing hell upon the city, much less the block.

"Natalie, get inside, head to the basement!" Ben demanded, hardly wanting to see his girlfriend of a year and a half killed.

"Ben, Dylan..." She started towards Dylan's apartment building trying to drag Ben and Dylan with her, but neither would budge.

"Ben, go with her, and call the cops." Dylan's stare hardened as he looked to the trio on the rooftop

"Dyl, don't even think about it." Dylan often would recount his experience in the attack to Natalie. How Warhammmer had commended him for quickly getting his classmates to safety, only to scold him meer moments later for making himself the creature's bait. Natalie knew exactly what was going through Dylan's mind.

"It's too late to not," To Natalie and Ben, he spat out the words.

The world began slowing to him as it always did when he would use Overclock. he could see the branches of the trees sway half the speed they normally would. He remembered the fight or flight choice he always had, and if these creatures had even half the strength of the ones at MQSI, Dylan wouldn't survive a single blow. Running, forcing them to give chase with something to draw them away, even if just his life, that was what Meterro planned to do. Maybe Ben saw his plan, maybe he just wanted to save his girlfriend, but all the same Ben drug Natalie to the door after Dylan had handed them his keys. If this didn't work, there would be worse things to deal with than his landlord being angry about off keys to a non resident.

The Noumu took off at their master's command, beginning to lay waste to the nearest two buildings, tearing holes in the outer walls and raging about like bulls in a china shop. Dylan knew it was now or never to get these creatures' and their master's attention. He bolted, quickly surpassing twice his normal speed and started into the building. He didn't know how, but he had to get a hit off on the figure, if just to get his attention off of whatever he had planned. He paused on the third floor a moment when he began to hear police sirens, but quickly picked his pace back up to try to get to the rooftop.

When Dylan burst onto the roof, the young man dressed in the dark grey hoodie and black jeans turned his attention onto Meterro.

"Ah one of my spectators, come to get a closer look. A pity, seeing as you won't be able to share in this." As he gestured off of the rooftop, the young man's sunken eyes and bedraggled hair betrayed weeks of either sleeplessness or of too little rest. This was someone determined to do this. And as far as Dylan could tell, he was as determined as Dylan was to keep him from it. However the air about him wasn't one of desperation, there was confidence, bordering arrogance, and a hint of fanaticism that Dylan hadn't really ever seen before. It was as if he expected someone to look up to him, just because he was abusing innocent people and their property.

"You see, people like you, people who want to fight back, all they can do when they are so outclassed is watch in despair as natural selection does its work. The stronger take what they need- no, what they deserve- from those who don't. Believe me friend, if I know anything, I know what you're feeling, being just slightly better than the rest of the mob of humanity, but held back because its the 'right' thing to do, because it levels the playing field. What I don't know is why you just tried to come in and bat out of your league. Ever since the Smiling Fool retired, those who aren't fit enough, mentally or physically, don't survive, and you've just revealed yourself as such."

As the police sirens blared ever closer, Dylan just stood, fists balled up. He was caught in a moment of hesitation. It had took him just as long to realize that he had stopped using his quirk somewhere on the way up.

"And what about you, using creatures like this, creatures created by experimenting on kidnapped people." Dylan shouted at him. His words came from a place of conviction, from the knowledge of a victim of things so similar to these "You know that's what they are!"

"You're going to try to rail on me for using tools to help me survive? What a joke! That said, you've seen these things before, and yet here you are trying to- do what, exactly?" brown haired villain posed the question. Dylan's rushed plan quickly crossing his mind as a sinister smile crossed his face.

"Oh, you wanted to save people, even if all you could be was an additional target. If I were anyone else I'd praise you for your self-sacrifice, but I think we both know how it plays out from here..."

"Do we now?!" A new voice and two new figures joined in the rooftop face-off. The accent to the voice clearly gave it's owner away as English.

Two men had just landed behind Meterro, and they quickly moved to flank him and then separate him from the villain. One man was dressed in what looked like streamlined half-plate armor with an armet-like helmet and mask, only made with a little more modern looking material, the other sported a navy blue jumpsuit, with a pair of lightning like pinstripes running up the front and crossing over his shoulders until meeting halfway down his back. The latter of them quickly spoke. His voice like gravel as he growled out the words.

"Where are the Noumu?!"

"Why, right here of course."

Alrighty Everyone, I think the tension is sufficiently built, get ready for the all out fight coming up between these two heroes and the puppet Noumu next chapter.

Please feel free to leave reviews, I'd like to continue to improve and refine my writing skill, and anyone's help is appreciated

Until then, PLUS ULTRA!