TEST
Power Loader gawked as his prized zero-pointer got a new thermal exhaust port seared through its chest. "That color," he said, "Boric acid. Inko always added it to whatever plasma emissions she made for that striking green color. She called it her signature." Maijima snorted. "A waste of boron if you ask me."
"A student brought in an outside weapon?" Aizawa asked.
"That student is the outside weapon! Some techno-Quirk merging mechanical components. Figures she had a kid like that." Maijima scowled down at the student standing amidst his fallen robots. "Inko thinks she can still mock me, does she? Well, I'll show her!" As he went to turn on more robots, Aizawa stopped him with a band of capture scarf.
"You're not activating more robots."
"But why not? They already destroyed them all. Clearly we need to amp up the exam."
"As much as I am inclined to agree," Nezu said, "That wouldn't be fair to the other examinees."
Maijima had a crazed grin on his face. "Come on, Nezu. Don't you want to… test them out?"
Every teacher in the room flinched at the mention of the forbidden word. Aizawa's scarf wrapped around Maijima's mouth a second too late. Nezu's head swiveled in Maijima's direction, and his eyes grew wide and vacant. He twitched and muttered excitedly to himself as he hit the intercom button and sent out a fateful announcement. Another few keystrokes brought out the private projects Maijima had laying around in storage.
"Those better not kill our students Maijima," Aizawa hissed as he stared down at the battle droids marching against the fleeing teenagers.
"Relax," he said once Aizawa removed the gag. "They're all programmed with the same combat protocols as the standard bots. I think."
Aizawa left Maijima tied up while he ran over to an emergency box and broke the glass with his elbow. He took out the electric tea kettle and a bag of Gold Tips Imperial.
"Remind me again why this stuff takes twenty-five minutes to brew?" Aizawa asked as he read the instructions.
"If you have any better ideas, I'm all ears," Midnight said as she tried to pull Nezu away from the panel. The principal flung her over his head and hog-tied her with her own whip. As she writhed on the floor, a ball gag inexplicably appeared in her mouth, and half her clothes fell off. The remaining teachers more sensibly cowered in the corner of the room and prayed to whatever deity they thought might hear them.
Aizawa gave a long-suffering sigh and turned on the kettle.
