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Himiko Toga knelt in the middle of the carnage, staring at an arm that was twitching every now and again showing that the person still had some life flowing through them. Well, however much life a person that had been crushed by falling debris could have left in them.

Were she a good person she could very well have been inclined to attempt to save their life. It would probably have been a futile attempt but given her very nature, she had no inclination to try and save this person in the first place. Instead she simply watched as the teenager's life slowly but surely dripped away.

Toga had to admit that she was somewhat lucky to have not been too badly caught up in the devastation that had injured so many. She could very well have ended up like this person and so many others.

Knowing that she had to keep moving, she struggled to her one good foot and ignored the severe amount of pain that surged through her body when she placed any sort of pressure on her other foot. Calling it a foot was, by and large, an overstatement at this point. She may have lucked out in the fact that she was still alive; it didn't mean that she had come out of this unscathed.

Of the five toes which should have been located on her left foot, only the two on the outside remained. If that had been all that she had lost it would have been somewhat alright but given the fact that she had also found herself lacking half her foot it was more than a little painful. It was hard to remember just which explosion it had happened in or what exactly had sliced clean through muscle and bone but the fact still remained that she was injured.

She hobbled forward, lightly biting on the inside of her lip in an attempt to ignore the agony caused by each step. She could see Twice, her fellow villain and friend utilizing his quirk to the fullest as hundreds of versions of himself spilled onto the battleground from every entrance. The issue however was that the students who could still fight were still doing their best to impede Twice's advance.

Still, it was merely a stalemate at this point.

The number of clones Twice could create was limitless and where one would vanish, another would swiftly take its place. The stamina of those fighting would not last forever and eventually they would be overrun.

"You!"

Toga turned her head to look at one of the few people in the world she called 'friend' and allowed a smile to cross her lips.

"Hello Ochaco."

If it was just Ochaco, Toga likely would have been in much higher spirits. The two of them had had such fun in the forest when they had intruded upon the training camp. She, Tsuyu and Ochaco had tussled amongst the foliage and Toga had to admit that they were strong for mere students.

Again, had it been Tsuyu who had appeared with Ochaco then she would have been far happier. The three people by her side were unknown to Toga and they didn't look like they would be fun to play with.

Several tense seconds passed as those with Ochaco looked to the woman as if trying to work out what the relationship was between the two of them. "Leave her to me," she finally said. The other three nodded in understanding before running off, likely to try and find others who needed assistance.

"You think you can take me?" asked Toga, bracing herself for whatever was to come next. To be fair, she was not looking forward to any kind of conflict that would end up with her having to move about. If the tiniest of steps was this painful, she could only imagine the suffering she would go through if she were to move at a faster pace.

"I'm going to give you a choice," said Ochaco slowly.

"A choice?" repeated Toga.

"You can come with me, without conflict, to where my friends are," said Ochaco slowly. "We're finding and protecting as many people as we can until the heroes arrive."

"And my other choice?"

"Is that I leave you here to painfully make your way wherever," said Ochaco.

"That doesn't really sound like much of a choice," said Toga with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, it isn't," said Ochaco, sharpening her gaze ever so slightly.

Toga couldn't help but smile at that. It seemed Ochaco had been growing since last they met.

...

Spinner watched as the wave of black progressed steadily into the stadium grounds, the man known as Twice utilizing his quirk to surround those who were putting up something of a fight. To be fair though, even though they were teenagers they were managing to hold their own to a certain degree. Torrents of fire, explosions, earthquakes, any and all abilities to be used to reduce the number of villains marching forward were being done to the fullest effect.

Regardless, the numbers game would eventually overwhelm them.

"Look at their little stronghold in the centre there!"

"What the hell does that girl have?"

"Is that a minigun?"

Spinner adjusted his view to where the nearby crooks were looking and sure enough a single student was currently pumping bullet after bullet into the crowd. She seemed to be the one acting as the stronghold's leader, ensuring no copy of Twice got close enough to those who were receiving treatment for their injuries or were simply too weak to fight.

Even if she was preventing the wave from progressing, Spinner felt that Twice had the ability to create more copies of himself than she had bullets readily available. Hence, in time, she too would be swamped like the rest of them.

He wouldn't kill her though, that was not his job.

It was theirs.

Their initiation into the League of Villains was to murder defenceless heroes in training once they were bruised, bloody and beaten. It was something which he felt uncomfortable with but he knew that he was caught in it all now. Were he to try and back out then chances were that they would turn on him and end his life along with the teenagers.

Had he been fighting them to the death, he would have felt so much more relaxed with the idea. There was no greater honour than to die in combat. To execute them once their fire had burnt out, that was an idea he just couldn't get behind.

"Oh shit, would you look at that kid down there!"

"Which one?"

"The one holding Twice off with...what are those?"

"Pipes?"

"Where the hell would the kid have gotten pipes around here?"

Spinner zoned out of the conversation as he watched the tennager they were talking about in action. While those who were able to defeat clone after clone were mostly using large flashy quirks with a wide range of destructive capabilities, this teenager was up close and personal. With a makeshift weapon in each hand he was holding the clones at bay, at least for now.

Each strike perfectly flowed into the next and he was continuously striking with enough force to destroy a clone with a single hit. Not a single move was wasted and Spinner couldn't help but feel as if the weapons that the teenager was wielding wasn't what he was meant to have.

"Wait, isn't that the guy from that video?"

"Oh shit, you might be right!"

"Damn, looks like he doesn't have his..."

"Swords," finished Spinner, speaking up for the first time. A swordsman who was missing his weapons, resorting to using whatever would substitute. If he could be dealing this much damage with mere items he'd found, how powerful would he be if he were wielding his proper weapons. If he were to fall here, it would almost be a shame to watch him be defeated when he was unable to fight at his highest potential.

Stain would want him to fight to the end with everything he had at his disposal.

Spinner started walking across the stadium roof, away from the criminals who had been with him. "Oi, where you going?"

"Getting a closer look," responded Spinner, not even bothering to look at them.

"You better not chicken out now!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," said Spinner, knowing full well what he needed to do. What Stain would want him to do.

...

Bakugo panted heavily as he took a moment to compose himself, sweat pouring from his brow. With a guttural roar he thrust his palm out at the nearby enemies coming towards him and removed them off the face of the planet. Spinning on the spot, he clasped his hands together before forming a small hole and blasting forward a precise beam that shot through a line of enemies.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he could feel the exertion using his quirk for so long was doing to his hands. He knew that if he continued the damage he could potentially do to himself could ruin his entire chance at becoming a hero. The drawback for overusing his quirk was incredibly severe.

If he stopped using it however he would die.

It was a given at this point. The fact that no nearby heroes had arrived at the scene meant that communications were likely jammed again and chances were that another event was happening nearby to draw them away. Those that could stand and fight had to for as long as they could, regardless of the consequences.

As he prepared to launch another attack, he watched as the men began to float off of the ground, unable to control their actions as they cried out in shock. They continued to rise before the gust carrying them into the air vanished and they began to plummet towards the ground before destroying on impact.

"You there, student of U.A!"

Bakugo turned to look at the person who had come to his aid finding it to be the student from Shiketsu High who had given Todoroki the evil eye at the entrance. "What do you want?" shouted Bakugo as he braced himself for the next wave of enemies.

"These villains are assaulting us from all sides but they must have a weakness, do you have as to what it might be?"

"These are all clones," stated Bakugo as the man used another burst of his wind to fling a number of the identical villains into the air. "I reckon if you kill the original, the rest will vanish."

"Kill? Do you not mean apprehend?"

"Right now, they're trying to kill us with everything they've got," growled Bakugo. "I intend to return it in kind."

"Truly you cannot believe that you can become a hero with the blood of an enemy on your hands?"

"Survive the day and then we can blab about ethics and shit you wind bastard! Live now, talk when we're not dead!" shouted Bakugo.

"Very well, I will handle these enemies," declared the Shiketsu student. "I will defeat as many clones as necessary but I will not kill the original."

"Fucking fine by me!" shouted Bakugo as he ran off, leaving the student behind. If he felt like he could hold them all off then let him. There were other students who weren't as strong and could very well not live through to see tomorrow. What they needed as a hero.

What they needed was him.

...

Shirou continued his assault, keeping the enemies at bay with precision strikes which took them out one after the other. The issue with that however was that he was making no progress in pushing them back as with every enemy he took out another took its place. It was a stalemate but that wasn't good in the slightest. For every second he spent taking out the enemies here, more were spreading over the rest of the field.

The other students may have been strong in their own rights but this was an enemy that was never ending and never tiring. Once their strength and stamina had left them they would be overrun.

"Hey kid!"

Shirou paid minimal attention to the words but did pay serious attention to the sound of metal landing behind him. He glanced up for the barest of moments to see somebody wielding...an absolute abomination of a weapon. It looked as if he had combined every bladed weapon he could come across into a single obscure weapon.

Shirou leapt backwards, avoiding the leaping clone that had threatened to grab hold of him. Shirou launched his weapons forward as hard as he could and watched as they crashed into the closest enemies before he reached down and grabbed hold of the weapons that had been provided for him.

They were ordinary swords, both different in length and weight but most importantly, they had an edge that he could use. The clones seemed to hesitate momentarily at the sight of Shirou standing there with twin swords but charged forward regardless. Instead of being on the backfoot now, Shirou charged forward to meet them head on.

He slashed and pierced through body after body, plowing his way straight into the heart of the numbers who wished him dead. The numbers clearly thought that they now had the advantage with Shirou having shown them his back but each and every one that tried to assault him from behind were dealt with without hesitation.

Still though it wasn't enough and Shirou knew this, he knew it all too well.

Which was why he was about to do what he had to do. He just hoped that if any Servant came forth it was Assassin. He could probably handle Assassin.

Wave after wave of blades burst into existence, driving through enemy after enemy that got too close to him. He could hear their cries of shock and horror but paid it no attention as he began to concentrate.

"I Am The Bone Of My Sword."

...

The wave of pure power washed over every person in and around the stadium. For the students and representatives from U.A had felt this energy only once before, they still couldn't help but tense at the feeling it created. Those who were unaccustomed to the sensation found themselves stilling in shock and fearing just what it was that was going to happen.

"Holy crap!"

"What's happening?"

"Is this another villain!"

For those that had been in combat with the endless number of enemies that had been throwing themselves at them, many did their best not to falter under the circumstances. Some however were unable to prevent themselves and swiftly found themselves viciously swamped, fists and feet pounding away at their bodies as they desperately tried to protect themselves.

Blockades were broken, teams overwhelmed and individuals found themselves on the back foot as their concentration wavered for mere moments. The power however began to build and those that had been holed up and unable to combat the innumerable force found themselves fearing more than ever for their lives.

All except those from U.A.

They found themselves feeling a different sensation, one which they were unable to properly comprehend. If they could describe it however, there was only one word which truly be close enough.

Hope.

As Shirou continued chanting, the power swirling throughout the arena began to build and many of the clones realized that whatever it was that was coming, they needed to stop it now. They began to clamber away from whatever conflict they were in the middle of and charged as one to where Shirou stood. More numbers began to swell from the stands, charging out from the inside levels showing that the number that had been fighting to this point had been a mere fraction of the total force.

Still, they, along with everybody else in the stadium, had no idea what was about to come as Shirou spoke his final line.

"Unlimited Blade Works!"

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