Warhammer and his compatriot, Excalibur stood across from Macht as they questioned the villain. Their stare-down was tense to say the least. He had seen the hulking masses of muscle and raw power begin to tear into a pair of buildings close by, but opted to head for their puppeteer. The Impactful Hero could end the fight more quickly this way. MQSI had been a knock-down drag out fight between the first Noumu and himself, he dealt with the second in a much easier fashion when the controller had been apprehended.
And here he was about to face down two more abominations created by a man drunk with so much power that it took All-Might himself to end his terror. It would take some serious thought and concentration to bring this villain down. The possibility of having to fight both at once was not lost on him. There was no room for mistakes here, none.

The pair of beasts, after a few moments, landed on the roof next to Macht. It had taken little investigation to actually narrow down who had gotten the illegally smuggled creatures, the trail was obvious, the creatures were shipped in through New Orleans to St. Louis, and carted on a truck to a warehouse in Gary, Indiana. The evidence implicating this man had been too easy to follow. The chance someone else was involved in orchestrating these attacks well above Macht's head was inevitable. Whoever it was had set up Macht to take the fall

"I don't know who gave those creatures to you, or how, but- God forgive me- I don't really care right now. they are a danger to the public- and they need to be captured- if you refuse to turn them over we will have to arrest you." Warhammer was short in both phrase and patience. As the standoff continued for another moment, the villain's smug smile grew into a twisted grin.

"If you want the Noumu so badly, then take them. I'm not so sure that they'd come willingly though..." As the Noumu turned to face the top American Pro, his mind drifted. the civilian had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Warhammer had to protect him, at any cost.

"Excalibur, get him out of here."

"Are you sure, old friend?"

"I've handled a pair of these beasts before," Warhammer paused a moment, cracking his neck and his knuckles. He met the twisted grin of the puppeteer villain with a confident smile, "What's two more?"

Dylan found himself pulled away from Macht and the Noumu by a chain. but that was the least of his worries. Warhammer quickly clapped both his hands together, creating a shock-wave that sent the Noumu flying off the roof. Macht had been knocked off his feet and into the waist-high barrier around the edge of the roof- still quite conscious and only minutely injured- from the shock of suddenly having the wind knocked out of him.

Meterro's eyes widened as one of the Noumu that had risen to its feet down on the street below looked back towards him and the rooftop, while the other one knocked farther away looked as if he hadn't heard an order and remained motionless. Macht was definitely out of earshot of any whisper, and would have to yell to order these things about.

Excalibur quickly took advantage of the opening and hauled Dylan down the back side of the building. Both rescued and the rescuer could only barely hear conversation beginning again on the rooftop.

"Hunker down a couple buildings away and wait for police to arrive on scene, this could get hairy rather quickly." the Chivalrous Hero quickly used his chain finger to climb back up the side of the building.

All that running, making sure his friends took shelter, just to have a hero show up, Dylan almost resented it in a way, someone else stepping on what he wanted to be a noble and selfless deed. Truthfully, It was better than the self sacrifice plan that he had originally thought up.

It took most of Warhammer's focused strength to make any progress on subduing the first and closest Noumu. The strength the creature wielded was on par with the beast he had fought that year and a half ago at MQSI, of that there was no doubt. The dueling pair traded evermore destructive blows across the rooftops of western Chicago. Even this far out, the skyline in sight was a reminder to Warhammer why he had to beat this madman and his pet monstrosities.

Both he and the Noumu had traversed more than two blocks in the heat of battle, sometimes meeting and trading blows midair. As the Noumu attempted to land a hit to knock him down he braced himself. The hit landed home and sent him plummeting cracking the asphalt on impact.

It was getting close, but that wasn't the end of the fight. Warhammer had worked this out in their mid-air bouts, he just had to wait just a minute longer. Albeit, that was before he'd been knocked to the ground. Macht had been following, obviously exerting his will onto the creature. He took the opportunity to gloat, and gave Warhammer that minute, as he began to celebrate his victory.

"Oh come now, is the Top American Pro-hero really going to be downed so easily? I knew these creatures were powerful but this is just… So easy," the villain called out from the rooftop of another apartment building, equally taunting and gloating from- what would seem to some onlookers- a position of power, a position where he thought he controlled the situation. "Come on now Warhammer, I expected better of you. Get up, keep going, or else I'll have the Noumu finish you and then take down that would-be target of a boy."

At this, Warhammer began to push himself up off the ground. The pavement cracked further from the Noumu landing a few yards from him. With nothing but street behind it, he knew the time to end this one had arrived. Warhammer had let the creature push him to a place where he would have the advantage and more importantly wouldn't damage much. Small sparks began to emanate from his calves growing and arcing down his boots eventually starting to ripple across his chest and shoulders. Warhammer focused on clenching his right fist as he rose to his full stature. He stood only a foot shorter than the tower of muscle that was this genetically engineered horror. But his stature in comparison didn't betray the fact he had this creature and its puppeteer where he wanted them.

"You don't have to worry about me giving up," Warhammer bellowed. "People like you think you're above society- above reproach- because of your strength, and it's because villains like you would abuse your quirks and use others around you that I stand here!"

Warhammer reached within himself and grabbed onto the strength he'd taken from every blow that had landed on him then magnified and concentrated it all in his fist and arm. He had let the creature push him, if just a little. A low but constant ache began from his right shoulder as his muscles strained to hold back the full force of the impending swing. The energy he was calling upon was incredible in terms of sheer amount much less that he was focusing it into a single point. The lightning crackling over his skin began to arc back into is right fist as he assumed an offensive stance.

As the Noumu began to close the distance, Warhammer's eyes darted quickly to the puppeteer on the roof and, for the half second as he wound up the swing, he caught a glimpse of the villain's own hubris dawning on him.

Even at a shout, the words he spoke as he landed the blow would only barely be heard before the sheer force from a sonic boom and a titanic gust of wind drowned out the hero's voice.

"Terminal Impact!"

[EOC A/N]

God damn, if that wasn't fun to write... at midnight the morning before I have to be at work early. eh, oh well.

So, my story's first PLUS ULTRA moment, that's a thing. Leave any reviews you'd like, I'll keep any suggestions in mind as I continue on this journey, I'll try to get then next chapter out before the end of the month. However I've no idea with work schedules and the winter holidays slowly creeping up if I will be able to.

In other news and in a style true to the manga and anime I'm going to start offering the major characters and their quirks at the end of each chapter. We'll go with two this time around to jumpstart this

Dylan Meterro - Quirk : Overclock - Dylan can selectively heighten the speed at which his neurons fire off in any part of his nervous system, from his brain to the nerve endings in his toes. Though it can improve his reaction speed, it only has marginal effect on his running speed, having to be increased to at least a factor of 4 to make any marked improvements to general speed, but leading to exhaustion. . Overusing his quirk expends more energy than his body can make, often making his spurts using it at full blast few and far between to prevent fatigue.

Martin Fide aka the Chivalrous hero, Excalibur - Quirk: Metal-morphosis - He has the ability to morph any limbs or appendages into any metallic weapon or simple tools, he's even able to reinforce his skin and bone with metallic properties for a short time. However he can only select metals he's come into physical contact with within the last 24 hours, the amount of time he can use his quirk is proportional to the complexity of the alloy of metal he was last in contact with and how much iron is in his regular diet.