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As emergency services arrived, Aizawa looked at the students who were all the worse for wear. It was to be expected, they had thought they were safe and for good reason. Not a single student had been told of the location where they were heading and still they had found themselves at the mercy of the League of Villains.
Unlike the previous encounter however, this didn't end as well.
There were injuries sure, in any battle one should expect to not walk away unscathed. The extent of the damage however was far greater than the attack earlier in the year. Many of them had been rendered unconscious before the fighting had ever truly began so it was difficult to judge whether the outcome was better or worse as a result.
The people tonight had been more than willing to kill if the need arose. Happily by the description given of the man that Midoriya had fought (though he would have to reprimand him at a later time about how removing a man's sight was not an appropriate way to secure victory unless under the most dire of circumstances). At the end of the day, they weren't trained heroes and even the strongest amongst them could fall.
Case in point, the fact that Shirou had had to be airlifted to the nearest medical facility. He along with the Wild, Wild Pussycats had done as much as they could to try and stabilize the boy but given the amount of damage that he had sustained there was only so much they could do. While realistically the chance of survival was minimal, he somehow had a feeling that he would fight through this. He was too stubborn to die.
A swords woman wearing black and purple armour. Ragdoll had already given her description to the police who would search through their database for the dangerous woman and try to find some sort of background for her. From Ragdoll's depiction of the events she had been saved from being captured by the showman known as Mr Compress and then saved once more from what she described as certain death at the hands of the person Shirou referred to as 'Saber.'
This brought about several important pieces of information which Aizawa knew he had to bring up with the rest of the faculty once he returned to the academy. The first and foremost regarding this Saber character was that since Shirou knew them by name (or what they would likely assume was her villain name) made it obvious that the two of them knew each other. Shirou had never mentioned much of his powers except that they weren't
Putting those theories to the side, Aizawa knew that he had to safely escort the rest of the students back to civilization. While a number of villains had been captured, some far more easier than others, a good number of them had escaped through a portal. Saber, however, had not been captured nor had she escaped with the rest of the villains. That meant that the incredibly dangerous character was still somewhere in these woods...maybe?
He had enough trouble trying to figure out the capabilities of the villain that he had been fighting, let alone one who could slice open the kid who had fought against All Might. It was purely possible that she had come here solely for Shirou, some sort of vendetta from a time long ago and after having nearly killed the kid chose to wander off into the darkness of night. He could create theories all day and night and be nowhere near the truth. He needed to focus on the important pieces of information that were not based on wild theories.
First, one of his students had been taken away, stolen from the campgrounds and was now being held captive by the League of Villains. Given his explosive personality, chances were that they wanted to recruit him to their side. He could theorize that they would wait for the heroes to make some sort of move in order to show that their way was better and that it would be better for him to join them. Given the severity of what had happened here, they would have to face the media within a few days. Bakugo would likely be safe until then.
He hoped.
Secondly, he needed to post as much security around whatever hospital ward Shirou would be allocated to after he went through surgery. If this Saber character was after him, then he needed to make sure of two things. First being that nobody could get into Shirou's room. Secondly, that nobody could get out.
He did not put it past Shirou to leave as soon as he regained consciousness, even despite the fact that there was no chance he would be medically cleared. Frankly, chances were that it would be what he would do if he found himself in a similar situation.
Yeah, he definitely needed all of the security he could muster making sure that Shirou didn't leave.
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Her body ached something fierce. Never before had she felt such pain course through every corner of her body.
Pushing herself to a seated position, she absentmindedly reached for the desk by her bedside where her phone was located. Only for her hand to miss, grabbing a handful of grass instead.
It was at this moment she became far more aware of her surroundings and how she most definitely was not in her bedroom because last she checked, her bedroom was safely between the walls of a house. Most definitely was her bedroom not located out in the middle of the woods!
If this was a prank done by her colleagues because of how she had behaved at the office party, this was most definitely NOT FUNNY!
Standing up and ignoring the pain surging through her being, she began to walk with the hope that she was just in some isolated park somewhere and that she would stumble across a road within mere moments.
It was not to be.
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Bakugo growled out various obscurities as he wrestled with the metal blocks surrounding his hands. To try and use his quirk would only cause a solid deal of self harm, rendering his hands practically useless. Could he fight his way out of here with only his feet? Well if he could get these damn things off his hands he would find out one way or another!
Bakugo hated the fact that he had been captured, not even having been able to put up a fight against the bastard who had snuck up behind him. One moment he had been celebrating after having defeated the freaking beaver teeth prick alongside two tone and then the next he had found himself being dragged through a portal, being surrounded by darkness as the campsite vanished from view.
Quitting his struggles momentarily, he took a calming breath as he contemplated what was likely to come. The bastards had captured him, relatively unharmed given the circumstances, and other than locking these shitty contraptions on his hands, had effectively left him alone. If they were going to kill him, why go through all this trouble? No, they had to have something else up their sleeve.
If they were going to keep him captive, then at some stage somebody would come along to give him some food, or at least he hoped so. Instead of trying to rip their head off, he needed to get as much information as he could. It wasn't likely that they were going to tell him the location of their hideout, surely they weren't that stupid. If he could get little tidbits about their overall plan however, he could be a help to the heroes once he escaped from this shithole.
Slumping against the wall, he realized that this was going to be a mission where he needed to take things slowly, one step at a time. As he was now, there was nothing he could do. What he could do when they brought him out to chat however, that was a different story all together.
If they expected him to unleash the moment that they laid eyes on him, they had another thing coming. Hot tempered Bakugo was what everyone expected out of him, to try and unleash hell the moment he was able. When he calmly accepted what they were saying, bantering back and forth amongst one another giving out little tidbits of information it would be something they never saw coming.
It was a plan. A plan that he already hated with every fibre of his being, but a plan nonetheless.
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Re-Destro checked his pocket watch, the brass device showing the time to be nine thirteen. The entire town was on high alert with thousands of people lying in wait ready to ambush Rin when given the chance. They had been forewarned that the bitch had Curious hostage and to proceed with caution. They were being filmed and to save the damsel in distress would be far more advantageous for their cause then for her to accidentally be killed by friendly fire. They could edit it all out afterwards but it wouldn't make as great a story.
"The train is pulling into the station," announced Skeptic, leaning over his computer.
"Wonderful," said Re-Destro as he pocketed the small device that he held. Silently he prayed for the well being of those devoted followers of his. There would be bloodshed and the loss of life, that was almost a guarantee. He merely hoped not too many had to suffer for the greater good.
"The doors are opening and...my god..."
"Hmm, what is it?" asked Re-Destro as he strolled around to have a look at what it was that Skeptic had bore witness to. The train had stopped it's forward motion for no more than ten seconds. What could possibly have happened in that time?
Turns out, Rin Tohsaka had wished to make an entrance and had the brass pocket watch still been within his grasp it would have shattered into countless pieces.
Rin herself was not out of the ordinary, wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing when she had been first caught by heroes and paraded about the social media world. She likely had chosen the same outfit under the pretence that it was part of the attire she was most well known in, much like a hero being completely recognizable by their costume alone.
The man beside her however, was most definitely not the man that they had spotted coming in and out of her lodgings with groceries and the like. Armed to the teeth with weapons of all kind, the man well and truly looked like an assassin or mercenary. How Rin had managed to strong arm someone like that into working alongside her was unknown but the more important piece of intel was just how long had this person been working with her? He was nothing like the casual fellow they had been tracking!
Then, there was the truly outrageous part. The part which nearly set Re-Destro off without him having even left the comfort of his office.
Rin held in her hand a bright red leash. At the end of said leash was a bright red collar. The collar was wrapped around the neck of Curious who was walking along on all fours.
The collar, as disturbing as it sounded, was all that Curious was wearing.
The woman who had worked for him loyally for so long should have felt absolute disgust at just the thought of being nude in front of the population that worshipped her as one of their leaders. Instead of making a nauseating face however, she seemed in a state of elation. She looked as if she was having the absolute time of her life, twisting her head left and right and even going as far as to sniff at the ground as if she was an actual dog.
What in the absolute hell had happened to her!
How could they use any of this footage?
How were the people going to react...
No, he knew how the civilians laying in wait would react at the sight of Curious like this.
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"How dare you do that to Miss Curious!"
Stain could very well have laughed at how obvious the response was. This, along with what seemed like a dozen sentences of similar scorn and hate rang forth, as people burst from their hiding holes, charging forward and putting themselves out into the open. The closest man to him had needle-like hair and tried to ram Stain with the top of his cranium.
The body skidding across the ground, bleeding heavily from the neck did little to slow down the people behind him. "Fanatics," grumbled Stain as he set to work, striking at all those who attacked without hesitation. He knew that their response was almost automated. When they had heard that they would be bringing Curious with them as a hostage, they likely imagined that she would be bound and used as a meat shield of sorts. This degreading site however was far more than what the average person could take, especially when seeing someone they regarded so highly having fallen so far.
Them watching Curious growl at a woman whose arm had been removed from her body was likely to only make them more riled up. In all fairness it was a brilliant tactical decision by Rin who seemed well aware that they weren't fighting hardened war veterans. The people charging towards utter destruction may have had some form of training, but training could only go so far regarding how well they responded when put to the test.
They may have had some sort of battleplan all set up and dozens of theoretical ideas on how best to successfully save their comrade but a miscalculation had thrown them completely off their game. Arguably it was a miscalculation that nobody could really have planned for but the point was still there.
Taking a breather to wipe the blood off of his katanas, Stain took a quick look over the shoulder at the people lying on the ground. Some had died swiftly while others clung at wounds in dire pain and in desperate need of medical assistance. Between all of them Rin walked casually through it all as if it were a stroll in the park, Curious walking faithfully by her side seemingly completely ignorant of the death and desolation around her.
"Initial thoughts?" she asked of the serial killer.
"There is training, minimal, but enough to pose a challenge in greater numbers against lesser foes," answered Stain as he glared down the road where the next batch of ambushers were waiting. At least this group seemed somewhat restrained in their initial response after having watched him butcher their friends so casually. "Chances are they're sending the cannon fodder at us to measure our skills."
"Your skills perhaps, you were the unknown factor after all," said Rin coyly.
"Oh, I find it so difficult to believe that they know everything that you're capable of," said Stain sarcastically, knowing that he was unaware of what Rin could do if she went all out.
"Well then, maybe I should show them something they're not prepared for," said Rin, handing Curious' lead to Stain. "Hold Tiddles for me for just a moment will you."
Stain knew better than to question the name that Rin had given Curious.
Rin stepped forward purposefully before coming to a stop in the middle of the road, hands on her hips. It seemed as if the people of this town had learnt their lesson regarding whether or not they should charge in without thinking. No matter where they were hiding though, it didn't matter.
"Beuge dich nach meiner Laune," she said casually, channeling her mana as she targeted the building on the corner of the street where she knew people were more than likely hiding behind. Of course, that was for only the moment.
The building began to disintegrate, brick by brick turned into small particles that began to circle Rin, a tornado bending to her will. The people who had been standing behind the building in wait simply stood there in shock as the last of their blockade joined the ever growing maelstrom surrounding Rin.
At least it had been surrounding Rin before she had unleashed it, the particles shooting out at blistering speeds. Those who had been standing in the open had to flee for any kind of cover, the powerful winds threatening to tear at their skin.
This of course, was merely the opening act.
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"This...is...a minor setback..." said Skeptic as he typed furiously on his laptop.
Re-Destro meanwhile was grinding his teeth together, trying desperately to keep his cool. He couldn't allow himself to become more aggravated than he already was.
That being said, it was difficult to do so when he was LITERALLY WATCHING various buildings get erased off the street to join the walking typhoon that was casually strolling towards him. Their data regarding her limited her quirk to being able to shoot out a ball of energy that caused fatigue and/or nausea. It was a little difficult to comprehend how such a small scale quirk had manifested into something like what it was that he was seeing right now.
Even from his location, he could see that it no longer was restricted to inanimate objects. Humans were getting dragged in as well, their bodies evaporating into nothing as they screamed in agony for the final few moments of their existence.
Surely there was somebody on the streets capable of taking down this monster.
Anybody!
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She cried, desperately clinging to the stump where her left arm once existed. The limb lay scattered amongst the bodies surrounding her but she dared not move after the slaughter she had narrowly avoided. Even from where she sat, she knew that she had no chance of competing against a quirk like that!
But she had to do something though. She had to rescue Miss Curious somehow!
It was at that moment she heard a voice speaking directly into her mind. The language however was something unfamiliar and almost otherworldly in tone. As the whirlwind of destruction grew in size, so too did the voice inside her head get louder and louder. While she couldn't understand the words being said, she could understand one thing very, very clearly.
Whoever was speaking to her wanted that bitch removed from this world.
She was willing to help in any way she could.
And help she would in ways that she could not have possibly imagined.
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Rin felt it all too suddenly, the desolation surrounding her coming to an abrupt halt creating a cone of blood and debris around her. The chaos dropped to the street, painting a circle around Rin as she tried to figure out what it was that she was feeling right now.
It was familiar, a sensation which never boded well to begin with.
"Done already?" asked Stain, oblivious to the danger that he was in.
Rin turned around and Stain thought for a moment that her gaze had locked on him. It was then that he realized that she was looking past him, back towards where they had first gotten off the train.
"Stain, keep Tiddles safe. I'm going to need her as leverage to get some much needed answers shortly," instructed Rin, her calm composure cracking ever so slightly. While very few would have been able to notice the small twinge in her voice, Stain had been able to pick it up instantly and knew that he should be concerned in regards to the person Rin was looking at.
He had paid a good deal of attention regarding all of those he had injured and slain but none of them looked like the woman who was currently standing behind them. This woman was not one of those that he had previously dealt with.
Long purple hair stretched to her ankles and her garb consisted of only two colours, black and purple. Across her eyes was a visor of sorts, completely sealing her sense of sight. In her hand she held what he could only describe as a large nail which was connected to a great length of steel chain.
He was confident though that he could take her.
However, orders were orders and if Rin wanted her pet out of the way then so be it. He'd let the women fight it out.
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