The robots surrounded the huddled up students, who all took up fighting stances and readied their Quirks in anticipation of a fight. "Max level combat protocols engaged. Releasing safety limiters." the machines droned in unison.

"Max level?! I thought this was an introductory class!" yelled Lucas.

"It is. What better introduction for a combat course, then a test of strength against our top-model training droids?" replied Whiteout as he pressed another button on his remote. On cue, all of the droids began to rush the students. "Have fun, kids!"

"SCATTER!" yelled Westley as the group split up, everyone rushing in different directions, the droids all splitting up to pursue them. Izuku quickly charged up One For All in his arm, using the Full Cowling technique he'd learned in training with All Might. He jumped at one of the droids, readying a smash.

Unfortunately, the robot quickly analyzed the manuver, and raised its arm to grab Midoriya's punch, barely being fazed by the shockwaves. Suddenly, the hand holding the fist began to shift and expand, much to the shock of Izuku. In a matter of mere seconds, the droid's hand had transformed into a cage completely secured around the young hero's fist.

Izuku tried to use One For All to break free, but it was a wasted effort, as his arm refused to budge even an inch. Suddenly, the droid used its free arm to grab hold of Izuku's captive arm, and began to apply immense amounts of pressure. He could feel the metallic claws forcing themselves into a tighter and tighter grip against his arm. Then, a sickening crunch as Izuku's bones finally caved under the pressure, the young student letting out a pained scream.

The machine then tossed Izuku over his shoulder, freeing his arm mid-swing to send him flying across the gym, landing on the floor with a pained thud. Nearby, Krystal was dealing with her own group, using her Quirk to forge a pair of crystal warhammers. She swung down on one droid, crushing its head and taking it offline, before crashing through the torso of another.

As she took a third one, the droids finished analyzing the structure of her creations. They raised their arms, and their hands transformed into sonic speakers. They began blasting high-frequency soundwaves at Krystal, forcing her to drop her hammers to cover her ears as she screamed in pain. Her hammers eventually shattered into dust from the sonic waves, but the robots to blast Krystal as blood began to pour from her ears.

Dom managed to use his brute strength to take down a few droids of his own, using a combination of powerful punches, and tail swipes to take out groups. Unfortunately, they quickly analyzed his fighting style as well, and transformed their arms into grapple launchers, launching lines at Dom to secure him in place, with electric shocks for good measure. Once he was subdued, a droid behind him changed its arm into a blade, and sliced clean through his tail, eliciting a loud scream from the heteromorph.

While all of this was going on, Whiteout and the woman in the doctor's outfit simply stood by watching. "You know, these things are based on old military designs." said Whiteout. "Back when Quirks first started appearing across the world, all the governments started scrambling around, trying to figure out what to do about these 'Meta-Abilities'."

"Like anything humans don't understand, the powers that be started to get a little afraid of these new superpowered humans. So, they did what governments do best. They built weapons, tools to wipe out any Meta-Human threat, and protect their own interests. These droids were America's answer to the 'problem'. The ultimate anti-Meta weapon." he continued to explain.

"Of course, as time went on, and Quirks started to become more accepted as a whole, these anti-Meta projects were pushed under the rug, locked up and left to collect dust."

"Until Fawkes set them free, I presume?" asked the nurse.

"That's right. Ol' Fawkes is just obsessed with these old government projects. He busted them out of prison and put them to work training students here. Of course, he and the Crossbow students have made a few improvements to the design over the years, but the basic design concept is still there: counter any Quirk, no matter how powerful."

The pair continued to watch the students try and fail to counter the droids, gaining more and more serious injuries in the process. After what felt like a year, Whiteout let out a bored sigh. "Alright, that's enough." He said as he pulled out his remote, and pressed another button. All of a sudden, the droids stopped in their tracks.

They all walked away from the students, returning to the ports they first stepped out of. The students took a moment to recover from the massacre, before they collected themselves, and hobbled over to Whiteout and the doctor, their bodies bruised, broken, and bloodied. Krystal had tears in eyes from the pain in her ears. Dom carried his severed tail under his arm. Izuku was barely standing, his other arm and one of his legs having been broken by the machines.

"Now, you know what you're in for here. This class isn't gonna be your dream come true. It's your worst nightmare made manifest. I want you to remember what happened here tonight. Your job is to make sure that by the time you leave here, you can stick it right back to those soup cans. If you can't, then you have no business in heroism." Whiteout explained to his students, who all silently nodded in understanding.

"Alright, let Mia heal you up, then you're free to head back to your dorms." The doctor woman stood up, and walked over to Izuku, raising up one of his broken arms, earning a pained squeak from the greenette. A clear watery liquid began to secrete from her palm, which she proceeded to rub all over his arm.

Suddenly, the liquid began to glow, and Izuku's arm morphed and twisted, until it was back in its normal shape. Izuku flexed his fingers in astonishment, still feeling a bit sore, but otherwise in perfect shape. Mia then repeated the process with his other arm and his broken leg. Once he was done, she went on to work her magic on the other students, even reattaching Dom's tail. Once everyone had been healed, they all began to make their way out of the gym. "One more thing." Whiteout called, catching their attention. "I want codenames by the end of the month."

Acknowledging his words, the students left, with Westley in the back of the pack. Just as he was about to walk out the door, a massive ice wall suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Just a minute, Smith." Whiteout strutted over to him, the student hesitating a moment before turning to face his teacher.

"I'm gonna make one thing perfectly clear: I think it was a mistake to let you into this class. You've got no real means of fighting, no way to protect yourself, except for that." Whiteout continued, tapping his cane against Westley's gun. "An archaic tool, from a primitive age. If it was up to me, you never would have set foot on this campus."

"But it's not up to you. Is it?"

Whiteout scoffed. "No. It isn't. And for some reason, Fawkes seems to think you're worth the time of the day. Lucky for you, his judgement hasn't failed me yet, so I'm at least willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But make no mistake, Smith." He bent down closer to Westley's face.

"If I feel that you're not performing up to our school's standards, I don't care what that little birdie tells me, I WILL ship your ass home. Got it?"

Westley took a deep breath. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now get your ass outta here." The ice wall shattered, and Westley immediately left to go join his classmates. Mia stood beside Whiteout, taking a massive swig from her water bottle.

"You wouldn't know subtlety if it chopped off your other leg, would you?"

"Subtlety doesn't get results. I do. And Fawkes likes those results. That's all that matters." was all Whiteout replied before he left. Mia let out a dejected sigh.

"I'm gonna drink the oceans dry before this year's over. I can already tell."