Doctor-bald very busy.
Make many Nomu, use dead bodies. Gross. Work on new color nomu, one green, one yellow. Make me fight. Not like fight.
Try run. Door stuck.
Doctor-bald say fight, body turn.
Not like.
Doctor-bald say, I do. Not like. Doctor-bald bad . Need escape. Make me bad.
Fight first. Win.
Need win then need escape.
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Boy-many-hands back.
Want fight, need help. I remember !
Many kids. Portal.
I follow, want to go. Me! Pick me!
Doctor-bald mutters. Always mutters. Not nice, bad doctor. Tells boy-many-hands I strong, but stupid. Rude . Not stupid, just slow brain. Need more hair, brown hair nice. Long hair good. Once, put mop on head, make hair. Doctor-bald not like, yell.
No more mops.
Maybe mad cause want hair too?
Hair so good. Soft.
Boy-many-hands has hair. Looks crusty. Need… wet? Smooth, oily… word . Lost word. Too many hands, dead people, gross. Not touch.
Boy-many-hands scratches neck. Says I look strong.
Am strong!
Muscles big, pick-up big things! Open many doors! I nod, flex arms make big muscles bigger. Doctor-bald rubs forehead, sigh. Why? I great.
" Fine , take her."
I smile, but beak face not right, boy-many-hands steps back
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Boy-many-hands take to warehouse.
Good! Escape!
Move to walk away, but boy-many-hands tells me to stay.
Body no good. Body stay.
Fine.
Rude .
Wait, people come. Itchy nose, still wait. People stare. People little ! Come to hip. Like man plant head. Chomp chomp. Also green man horn head. Nose have red lights. Many people, want to leave, stuck. Ugh.
Boy-many-hands speaks.
"League of Villains."
Lame name. Wait, listen to plan. Kill All Might. Kill heroes. Very bad plan, makes itchy nose worse. No backup. Just go, fight? Ugh.
"Nomu come with me and wait."
Body moves without permission.
Stupid purple body.
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Aizawa Shouta breathes heavily, hair in his face as he snaps around, legs coming up to kick out at the villains stupid enough to get too close. At least a quarter of them groans from the ground, catching their breath. Maybe a third watches warily, unwilling to try. And the others?
He dodges and throws a punch, capture weapon whipping around to collect one more, and sling them away.
Were this any other time, he'd retreat and call for backup.
Unfortunately, it's not.
Damn it.
He jumps, eyes burning fiercely, as he throws out the capture weapon again, focusing on the two figures charging his back.
He'll have to rely on the children and hope that one can escape and run for help.
The children…
Damn it...
He heard screams. He knows they've already been attacked by the shadow, more than likely separated somewhere, though where he can't stop to consider. He can hear a few of them still above though, and the suspicious lack of Black Hole means that Hero Thirteen is either transported with them or unconscious or dead. He hopes it's the first. Sliding across the cement, hand already rising to his face, his fingers press high against his cheek in a moment of weakness. The agony of blinking is outmatched only by the furious ache of opening them again.
He needs to finish this soon.
"Eraserhead!"
The villain with the hands shouts his name while rushing forward—a rookie move if any, one he often has to train out of his students.
Aizawa moves to meet him, the hair on his neck lifting automatically as his quirk cancels out the villain's quirk.
Except the villain laughs.
Shit.
"10 seconds!"
He gets one good hit, bowing the boy in half—really, the kid can't be much older than his students—close enough to catch the manic gleam on his face. Aizawa's eyes strain, throbbing behind the reflective gold glasses and he—he blinks.
Agony, sheer, unrivaled agony cracks across his elbow.
Something is peeling back his skin, raking through the muscle and exposing him all the way to the bone. He can barely open his eyes, hot liquid flooding his vision as he ignites his quirk again through sheer will. He gasps, making space.
"Don't push yourself Eraser."
The villain laughs, and Aizawa pulls away, retreating quickly to reassess and cradle his arm. Even with the quirk stopped, the wound throbs in the exposed air.
Disintegration? Five-point touch?
Damn it.
He should have focused on him first .
"Oh, and hero? I'm not the final boss. Nomu!"