"Villains?!" Kirishima shouted questioningly, shock deep in his voice.
"That's crazy! How could villains even invade this place? Kaminari asked, his eyes wide due to the quantity of villains pouring out of the purple portal on the plaza.
The other students talked among themselves, trying to accept the fact that villains had truly invaded the USJ. Yaoyorozu asked Thirteen about security measures, but before the teacher could explain, Todoroki explained his perspective on this sudden invasion.
"It seems like this is a planned-out attack. If the school alarms haven't activated, it means they have a villain with a quirk to jam communications. Their numbers also are quite big, a true all-out invasion." Todoroki's cold and calculative voice made many of the teens have grim thoughts. A villain attack, something that advanced was not what the first-years were expecting for the current lesson.
Aizawa had left clear instructions on what to do before he flew down the stairs, heading straight to the plaza like a heat-seeking missile. Try to settle back the comms and evacuate the premises of the USJ. It sounded simple enough, even if a sudden cold feeling began gnawing at the hearts and minds of the present hero-trainees.
Izuku took the chance, seeing his fellow classmates busy either being shocked still or slowly coming back to their senses. He focused his all into memorizing the moves of his teacher, as Aizawa barreled into a line of long-range fighters.
The villains seemed to not be aware of who the teacher was, lining up to seemingly shoot the teacher down. Their efforts failed as the hero's quirk took effect, stopping the activation of theemitter-types.
"Eh? I can't shoot?"
"It won't come out!"
"What's going on?"
No doubt they never deal with a quirk like [Erasure]. Sensei will make short work of them. The thoughts run on the vampire's accelerated mind, his eyes widening as he drank in the sight of the pro-hero's fighting style.
Eraserhead and Aizawa seemed to be one in the same, yet the vampire spotted the difference right on this moment. Aizawa Shota, the UA teacher, was a logical and seemingly apathetical person. AsEraserhead, it seemed as if there would be no differences in behavior; the truth could not be more different. Those attributes – the logical mind mostly – were cranked to eleven as the man turned into a well-oiled machine. Each move, each punch. It seemed as if the man was constantly calculating what his next move would be, where he should tie his capture weapon or when to dodge.
From his first move into the fight, capturing three villains at once and knocking them into each other, Aizawa truly lived to his live as both a teacher and Pro-Hero. Dodging the attack of a villain from behind and locking the offending limb with his capture tape, only to then mule kick the villain unconscious. More and more villains tried to jump into the fray to stop the hero with their numbers. They failed hard.
Izuku had his breath taken away by the sight of the fight, almost letting his guard down. Thankfully, [Hunter Instincts] picked up for his slack in caution, triggering a warning as his ears caught the sound of a semi-corporeal being rushed to their position.
"Children! Evacuate, now!" Thirteen's worried voice made the hero trainees snap out of their funk and make their way to the enormous doors of the USJ. Yet, Izuku did not move, merely flexing his right, gauntlet-equipped hand as the pseudo-metal that made his gauntlet became soft and turned into a spear on his hand.
Once more, as if tearing holes on physics was child's play, the mist-like villain that brought the mob on campus appeared right in front of the class. His gaseous body was spread out, making the villain seem much more frightening as his acrid-mustard yellow eyes settled on the teens, sending chills down their spines.
"Your evacuating is something I believe cannot happen at this moment. Forgive us for our rudeness and sudden appearance, but the Villain Alliance has come here to take All Might's head. Might have there been any changes to schedule? He should be here already." The gaseous had a male, baritone-esque voice, but the contents of his message were less than pleasant.
They are going to kill All Might, The Pillar of Justice in Japan? That's not possible, much more powerful villains have tried.
[The Justice-Symbol is confirmed to be weak, your teachers said so. Information must have leaked out.]
[True Ancestor] whispered into the vampire's ear, spreading the seed of doubt inside Izuku's mind. Yet, the vampire held into his convictions.
All Might may be weakening, but that's not information that is easily available to the public. These villains don't seem much, but some of them are really worrisome. Still, with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei here, we have a fighting chance to wait until reinforcements come or we flee by ourselves.
"Those words of yours, villain; they are quite presumptions." Thirteen answered the villain, one of his hands moving discreetly behind his back, allowing one of the finger pads of his suit to pop open. "Might you have the resolve to back them up?"
All the students were still shocked still by the declaration of the purple villain, or so Izuku hoped that that was what the villain was believing. The vampire tightened his right arm, the muscles underneath coiling and springing, and prepared to throw his projectile, his aim to distract the enemy further and aid the teacher in his work. [Black Hole] seemed to be quite appropriate to deal with this particular case, meaning that luck had not abandoned class 1-A or Thirteen.
"Indeed, rescue hero! As I stated, you all cannot leave this place. Such is my job." The baritone villain sounded professional and nonchalant about his proposition, expanding his body to try and encompass all the students. Izuku took that as his sign to act, blurring into a throwing stance and releasing his [Blood Spear Burst]. A simple modification to the original skill, focusing more into scattering the bloody weaponry to attack a wide space, sacrificing range and accuracy for more power.
A shame that his efforts were thwarted as Bakugou and Kirishima jumped into the fray and rushed to attack, effectively exposing their backs to the equivalent of a shotgun shell shot. It took all the concentration the vampire had to make the blood unharden and merely splatter uselessly on their backs, a concerned shout of Thirteen as the two teens passed the gas-like purple-black body of the villain, seemingly not doing any damage (in the vampire's enhanced sight) even with the explosion or the slash of a knife-hand chop.
"Got you now, fucker! What does your ass think of that!?" The ash-blonde asked rudely, another hand primed for a second explosion if need be.
"You can monologue all day, none of your plans matter if we strike first!" Kirishima matched Katsuki in tone, confidence oozing from his frame.
There was but a moment of silence before the baritone voice of the villain resounded, a pep of amusement being detectable as the acrid yellow eyes shone behind the smokescreen caused by Bakugou's explosion. "Oh, quick actions. Nothing less should be expected from the golden eggs of U.A, that could have ended up badly. Yet, your work was meaningless." The underlying threat was all to easy to get, which showed on the duo's faces as they realized how close they were to danger.
"Get away from him, quick!" Thirteen could not attack until the teens were out of his strike zone, otherwise the rescue hero could run the risk of vaporizing his students by mistake. Lucky for him, Izuku was the man (vampire) with a plan.
Once more, the teen let his blood shift from the hardened state to a more malleable form, turning his left gauntlet into a thick tendril of blood. The rope-like construct lashed out like a whip, wrapping around the waists of the teens as Izuku [Flash-step]'ed right behind Thirteen, using the bulky body of the hero as a weight-point to stabilize his form as the vampire pulled the teens far from the villain.
Yet, it wasn't enough.
Before Bakugou and Kirishima could get pulled away from the purple mist, it expanded and engulfed a great deal of the teens (the attacking duo included).
"My name is Kurogiri. Remember it as the last thing you heroes heard before being plunged into darkness." The line was indeed the last thing Izuku heard, his blood tendril holding his classmates being separated from him as the mist engulfed many teens. He managed to hear the movement of some of his classmates, which meant that at least a few had managed to probably escape whatever was about to happen. Izuku hoped everyone would be fine, but considering the situation, his hopes seemed to be foolish.
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The first Izuku noticed was that he was falling. The dark mist was quick to eject him somewhere still inside the USJ facility, if his ears were still picking the sound of Aizawa-sensei's constant brawl correctly, and he released a quick sigh of relieve. Soon followed by a grunt of pain as Izuku slammed into the side of a mountain.
His claws became his saving grace as they sank into the stone and dirt, breaking the fall that he was about to continue on. Of course, suddenly stopping all the momentum meant that his shoulder joints screamed under the abuse as Izuku tried to get his bearings. A quick glance revealed that he was on the Land Slide/Mountainous zone of the USJ, the disappearing mist atop the mountain confirmed that the villain's, Kurogiri's, quirk was some type of [Warp]-quirk. A powerful one at that.
The vampire let [High-speed Regeneration] take care of his abused joints, his arms once more being covered with blood gauntlets. No longer than a few seconds and Izuku was climbing the mountain side, soon reaching the summit and steping on the plateau. He stretched his arms a bit before taking a big and deep breathe.
A couple of such breathes and the vampire had a more elaborate idea of the happening inside the school's facility. Close to his area he could smell at least four of his classmates, and five more on the near blackout/City zone. Along with their smells, however, there were many other unknown scents.
The enemy must have brought more than one hundred villains with them, seeing as their invasion was a truly organized event. The opportunity to attack one of the greatest hero schools and easily be able to get away must have enticed the small-timers. My priority right now will be reuniting with those close by and advance until we can reach the entrance once more.
By that time, I should be able to workout something to deal with that [Warp]-quirk user. He most likely is one of the bigger villains and one essential into making sure this plan works, as he seems to have some crazy range.
Izuku busied his mind as he analyzed every minutia possible in efforts to come out on top. That made the teen turn his back to the cliffside he had climbed out, seemingly not noticing the two villains that made to attack him.
Bulky hands came close to grab his legs and from the air, someone also flew in a rush to get closer to him. Their efforts backfired.
Izuku immediately snapped a mule kick backwards, not unlike Aizawa's previous one, his blood greaves adding to the impact as his boots found the chest of a rather big villain. That done, the vampire correctly timed his vision with the villainess' that was swooping down; the eye-contact established successfully, [Mesmerize] almost instantly took root inside the woman's head as the mental command from the vampire settled.
"[Attack thy villainous comrade]!" Izuku shouted at the villainess, parrying a blow from the man's cleaver using his gauntlets. It would be his luck to meet one of the dangerous attacks today; not that he wished harm upon his classmates, but it was his wish that the man would have tried to attack Eraserhead or that he met no one.
Butcherer. Classified as mildly dangerous. His quirk, [Bulk-up], allowed him to boost himself with an explosive mix of testosterone and adrenaline, giving him enhanced strength and a fit of aggressive behavior on par with Bakugou on a bad day. Crimes include theft, cold blooded murder, inappropriate and illegal use of his quirk, and money laundering. This guy is bad news for anyone else that would have met him. I guess I'm thankful I was the one to find him.
The villainess is a small-timer. Harpy, petty robberies and assault. Makes use of her [Avian]-quirk to swoop down on people and steal things quicker than most civilians can react to. Lucky me her mind is so weak-willed, otherwise she would make quite the pair with Butcherer.
"Come on, you bird bitch! What the fuck do you think that you are doing?" The villain, dressed in something that should belong on a S&M party, shouted at his fellow villain. The man swung his cleaver about blindly, clearly trying to hack off something from the woman. "This is why I don't make sudden partnership- Ack!" Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a kick to the face, courtesy of Harpy after she dodged one of the wide swings from the weapon.
Izuku took the chance, seeing the villain stagger and clutch at his nose with his free hand, and rushed to attack too. As he mentally ordered the villainess to continue pestering the man, he snuck behind the bulky villain in a marvelous use of [Flash-step]. Just as he was about to punch the man out cold, [Hunter Instincts] warned that danger was abound, yet he had already committed to the blow.
Harpy's pestering became an annoyance that Butcherer wasn't willing to put up for long. His body seemed to literally bulk in size. Hormone levels through the roof, the villain shot out his free hand to grab the attacking villainess by her foot and slam her back on the ground once before spinning in place and using the woman's body as an impromptu baseball bat. The vampire felt the impact, his own body being smacked away together with Harpy a few meters away from butcherer.
Quickly moving out from under the woman, Izuku jumped up into a fighting stance, only to be gifted another impact as the metal cleaver that Butcherer carried made violent contact with his protected chest, the Kevlar sewn in his costume saving the vampire from having the weapon stuck to his chest.
"Haah! Gottcha! I love to see the way they fall after getting a quick one thrown at them!" The villain laughed to himself, slowly approaching the downed teen. Seeing that the child was not moving, the villain snorted and kicked the body. "Worthless little shit! Should not have resisted! After I had wrung your neck real quick, there would be no pain. But no! Had to play hero, huh?!" Each sentence the villain finished was accompanied by a punting kick.
After the villain glanced at the boy's body, his gaze turned back to his fellow lawbreaker, who was out cold. The woman had probably broken a few bones, being a bird lady and whatnot, but that was not his concern. He just wanted some violence, blood, and the promise that he might be able to work under the legend of the underworld. If society had the shining beacon of hope that was All Might, them the criminals and crooks had that man to look up to. He who was said to be immortal, the crime boss that had more than 100 quirks...Why was he monologuing?
"Damn, the effect was quick to fade away." Izuku's annoyed voice sounded right behind butcherer, but the man turned and found nothing. Turning around once more, he found the teen whom he had supposedly killed to be right in front of him, staring straight into his eyes as if capable of analyzing his soul. The red shining orbs of the teen made butcherer feel something that he had almost forgotten existed.
FEAR.
Red eyes and a fierce expression settled on the upper face of the teen, as the lower part of it was covered in a horrifying mask of a jagged draconic maw. Crimson colored gauntlets grabbed the villain's face and brought him closer to the vampire's, the oh-so-powerful man from before reduced into an obedient puppet as he stared at the true alien concept for his mind that stood in front of him.
The kid was dead! I saw it! How?
Blood tendrils began extending from the gauntlets, swaying about as if boneless snakes that were ready to bind and crush his worthless existence. Butcherer had never felt so small as his black eyes drank in the glimmering shine of the emerald rubies that belonged to Izuku.
Dread and horror began painting the villain's face as all prospects left his mind, the only thing left was the fear that he had challenged something greater than himself and thus, had guaranteed a one-way ticket to the depths of a crimson colored abyss. He felt like claws were sinking into his flesh, gripping him into a death embrace that he had no possibility of escaping. The eldritch horror right in front of him was no hero trainee. It was an untamable beast. Something to be feared.
"[Tell me, oh little one. What is it that scares you? Spill the contents of your mind; should I decide they are worthy of my time, you shall live to see another day. Disappoint me, butcherer, and thy life shall be forfeited.]" Deep and commanding, the voice of the monster sank everything around them into an abyss of pulsating red and black colors, where only he could exist. Butcherer could only spill the information that was given to him before this operation.
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Izuku rapidly rushed to the location of the next fight. After a rather exhausting use of [Mesmerize]to probe deep inside the mind of the fanatical and psychotic villain, the vampire gained much important knowledge about the attack. Hence his rush into reaching the person whose scent he had locked into.
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Yaoyorozu Momo was no doubt a rich girl. Everything about her just short of screamed money. From the way she talked, walked and did anything, it was clear that she belonged to a higher layer of society. She could have become many things, her parents certainly could afford to pay any tuition or private school should she merely ask.
Momo was certain that she would make much more difference into this world if she were to follow the path of the hero. Other professions could make her much more money and fame, yet she had chosen to walk this path. Sometimes she wondered the if the real reason was something else.
It seemed weird that her mind picked on this thought right now, considering she was currently surrounded by villains. Her recently made friend Kyouka Jirou was covering her back, the duo's weaponry being the factor that had halted the villains from their previously reckless attempts, three bodies already out for the count, a gift from her combat staff as it became acquainted with their chins.
"You are really something else with that, huh?" Jirou tried to break the ice with a joke, but the tension lining her voice did little do dissuade any of them about their situation. The punk girl had been given a bladeless machete, per her request, and was making use of her special equipment on her boots to blast sound waves with enough power to disorientate anyone foolish enough to try to approach.
"Trained with it since I was little, so it was to be expected." Momo realized that sometimes she spoke out more than necessary, a habit she had developed to weed out unnecessary flatterers who wished to tie relationships with her solely due to her family name. Sensing she had done that, she apologized. "Sorry about that. I-I'm just..."
"Nervous? Worried? Badly in need of help? I feel you, sister." Jirou's tone this time was less filled with anxiety as she took another shot at breaking the tension.
The villains around them seemed to sense their tension, as a couple of them broke out in laughter.
"Well now, would you look at that! The heroines are scared! How cute!" It was hard to ascertain who had said the words, but at this point it did not matter. Still, it was enough to piss off the punk girl guarding Momo's back.
"Yeah? Then, get a load of this, prick!" Kyouka's shout was followed a raging blast of sound waves exiting her boom-boots, her earjacks inserted in the device and blasting the villains with debilitating force.
"Kyouka, don't!" Momo shouted to her fellow classmate. Jirou had an amazing power and was smart enough to figure out how to fight with her quirk. The only problem currently was their location. The Land Slide/Mountainous zone was one of the more troublesome parts of the USJ, considering the instability of the place. Now adding the blasting sound waves on top of that was just asking for trouble, since resonance drilling could happen and weakening their already instable grounds was not something high in order.
"It's okay! We can take them!" Luckily, Jirou stopped her sound attack in favor of whacking a close villain with the flat side of her "bladed" weapon. Yaoyorozu's heart was beating wildly in her chest, but it seemed that luck was on their side as the grounds did not crumble. The villains that hadn't passed out due to pressure were closing in on them. The class president would not allow that.
Focusing on her power, as well as her reserves of lipids, Momo began creating a certain item.
"Kyouka-san! Please buy me 20 seconds!" Momo asked, a look of concentration appearing on her face. The punk-rocker showed a thumbs-up, her jacks extending to pierce another approaching villain on the ribs, pushing the man back.
"Let's stop wasting time and grab her already!" One of the few female villainess amidst the group shouted, making a dash to the duo, her nails increasing in size to become long claws.
"Yaomomo, I think it's time you showed your surprise already!" Jirou shouted, her voice loud and sharp. Momo heard the message alright, her back shining as shifting as something exited her skin.
"PUT THEM ON, KYOUKA-SAN!" The womanly teen shouted even louder, eyes gesturing to the items that exited her back. Without time to ponder or question, Kyouka grabbed what she realized were protective earbuds, both for her ears and her jacks. "CLOSE YOUR EYES TOO!"
No second passed after Momo's second shout, three other items popping out of her body, this time in random directions. The villains ignored the girl's shouts as mere weak attempts at appearing strong. They were not ready for the blinding lights as the three flashbangs that had jumped away from the girl caused, together with the absurd ringing that assaulted their ears.
The duo of girls took the chance, knocking out the villains that were disturbed and senseless with harsh blows. More than thrice Kyoka heard Momo's staff loudly crack against the villains in places like the ribs.
A few minutes of mopping up the mostly finished villains, the two girls then began cuffing them, Momo's [Creation]-quirk working quickly to produce the necessary items.
"You know, I don't believe there is a situation where you won't be prepared for, Yaomomo!" Kyouka commented, finally cuffing the last unconscious villain. Her eyes wandered over Momo's frame, noticing that her breasts seemed to have decreased in size.
"Thank you, Kyouka-san. Your quirk also is rather versatile, although the terrain this time did refrain you from becoming our strongest potential. Also, what is with that nickname?" The [Creation]-quirk user asked the punk-rocker, her hands assuming a pensive position.
"What? You don't like it? It's kind of a bother to say your family name, and being overly chummy isn't exactly my suit, so I just shortened your family name into your actual name. I can stop if you want." Kyouka declared without much worry, but the Yaoyorozu girl rushed and held the hands of her friend.
"No! It's fine! Friends give each other cute nicknames, right! It's fine!" The intensity of the answer made Kyouka be stunned for a second, but the rocker-girl then smiled.
"Yaomomo it is then!" The air of tension left the duo of girls as they smiled at each other, the various villains knocked out around them not being a bother. Maybe their minds were simply looking for a distraction from the stressful situation.
That was their mistake.
Kyouka's advanced hearing allowed the girl to pick the sound of the crumbing spot under them. Too small to be a consequence of her sound attack, too big to be a simple coincidence. The rocker girl quickly shoved her friend away from her, feeling a hand grasp at her ankle before she screamed in pain, electricity arching all over her body for a few instants before she fell over.
Momo's eyes widened in surprise as a hand stuck out of the ground, the area around it crumbling to reveal a villain exiting from his improvised hideout. He was tall and wore a facemask, his body having a few arcs of energy. He was also holding Jirou by her ankle as if the girl was a mere doll.
"That was rather troublesome. I was almost buried alive here when you did that attack, you know." He said to the mostly unconscious girl, never minding the smoke that emerged from her body. He turned around to look at Yaoyorozu, his glance sending shivers down the girl's spine. "Well, what eye-candy you are! I guess that the boss man won't mind if I break you in before we sell you out."
Momo's face paled at the insinuation, but soon her face frowned in concentration. She was about to take out another of her creations, but the noise of crackling static called her attention.
"Nah ah, can't have you doing that now, can we? Unless you want your pretty friend here to become a vegetable." The villain accentuated his point by bringing his crackling hand close to Kyouka's head, his fingers into the shape of a handgun. That stopped Momo on her tracks. Any action that she were to take would be too slow and she could not risk the life of her friend. The tall girl surrendered, her hands up. "That's a good girl! Now walk over here slowly! And do not try anything funny, I have quick reflexes." The villain taunted, lightning crackling on his hand.
Momo approached the villain slowly, her mind trying to come up with something to help her get out of the situation. Nothing came to mind, the image of her friend being electrocuted still vivid on her mind. Had she paid more attention, she would not be on this situation. Had she been more careful, they could be evacuating or reuniting with the other classmates. Right now, Yaoyorozu felt like a failure for dropping her guard.
She stopped three paces away from the villain, his hungry gaze making her feel disgusted. His gaze eyed her not like she was an object, they eyed her as if she was a prize, a piñata to be broken for the goods it had inside. It was what made the girl feel even worse.
"The boss man said that asking for a ransom for you would be best, but I think I have a better plan. Those fools did not check your files, but I managed to catch glimpses. Yaoyorozu Momo, heiress to the Yaoyorozu Interprizes and with an awesome quirk to boot. Maybe the black market would pay much more than your dad dearest. What do you think?" The villain asked his current charge, Kyouka merely moaning in pain at his rough ministrations.
"Y-you won't get away with this!" Momo managed to work some courage and talk to the man. His masked gaze returned to her, a snort being her response.
"How cute that you think I'll be intimidated by your threats. Maybe I have not been clear on where things stand between us." The girl tried to defuse the situation, but her eyes watered when Kyouka was once more subjected to the zapping electricity, shutting down any response she might have as her rocker friend cried under the strain. "Think she has had enough? I don't know, let's try again!"
"Stop! Please!" Momo shouted. She tried her best to hold in the tears prickling her eyes, but her efforts failed her. "I'll obey, please. Just stop hurting her."
"That wasn't so hard, right?!" The villain asked, his gaze fully focused on the tall heiress. Momo did not trust her voice to not sound pathetic were she to speak, so she merely nodded to the villain. "Now that that is out of the way, I'd rather escort you out of the premises. Just in case I need a hostage, your pretty friend here is coming with us. You disobey, she gets punished." The electric man rose Kyouka's body high into Momo's eyesight, dangling her as if to taunt even more the tall heiress.
That split second was all that Izuku needed.
Pushing his legs to their absolute limits, he abused of [Flash-step] to close the gap between himself and the villain. His movements were synchronized to perfection, each having a purpose. First, he sank the claws of his right gauntlet into the arm holding Jirou, his other hand closed into a hulking fist that shot a devastating blow into the man's kidney. The gauntlet holding the arm was in direct contact with the man's bloodstream, and the effects of [Coagulation] were instant. Izuku wasted no time as he rose one knee to smash against the villain's pelvis, folding the villain and having an easy access spot to the man's neck.
His facemask opened mechanically, like the rusted jaws of a bear trap, as the vampire took a quick bite at the exposed neck, before he cocked his left fist once more and delivered another blow, this time aimed at the liver. Releasing his bloody hold on the man's neck and arm allowed the vampire to grab Kyouka midfall and back off with the girl.
Momo could barely follow the entrance of her fellow classmate, but once she understood that reinforcement had arrived, her morale rose through the roof. The half-finished construct she been working on was rapidly finished and it burst out of her back, destroying her hero outfit. A modern crossbow with a special loaded bolt, the heiress could not shoot the bolt fast enough.
The villain tried to move, yet his body was on full lockdown, his muscles refusing to even twitch. He barely felt the sting of the bolt as it pierced his skin and delivered the payload. Just as fast as it emptied its contents, the villain felt a cold feeling spread all over his body as the tranquilizing agent inside the bolt took effect.
Izuku calmed his raging heart, the sight of the downed villains around him being enough to strongly entice his [Thirst]. Defenseless prey that had wandered into his layer. Yet, he forcefully calmed his mind, focusing even more his mind into strengthening the cage of his [Inner Beast]. He would not concede control that easily, he still needed his rationality. He looked at his tired classmates, the girls looking as if they fought a war.
Might as well have fought one, considering the number of goons that lay defeated around. They held out for long.
Izuku found a sliver of guilt worming its way inside his heart. If he had arrived just a few moments earlier, or if he had jumped sooner to stop Kyouka from being attacked. Yet he had decided to lay an ambush when he caught sight of the captured girl. His mind told him that his actions were the correct set of actions, that anything else might have resulted in worse injuries. His heart, however, told him that his foolish hesitations were responsible for the rocker's current state.
You don't have time for self-pity, Izuku. Get up, keep fighting. There are others that need help.
He buried his emotions together inside the cage of the [Inner Beast]. Cold rationality washed his mind clean and reset his state into objectives that needed to be completed.
"Yaoyozoru-san, I require a full explanation of your situation and a rapid acknowledgment." Izuku's deep voice snapped Momo out of her furious gaze at the downed villain. "I understand your need to release your anger, yet this is not the time for meaningless use of our allotted time. Please, report your situation and condition." Once more, his deep and calculative voice rang on her ears, this time the girl's wet and anger-filled eyes settled firmly into his frame.
"Meaningless? Do you even know what happened here!?" Momo's voice cracked as she shouted at the vampire holding her friend.
"I completely understand it, hence the reason I wish for you to calm down and explain things as rationally as possible. Doing that will enable us the opportunity to avoid further incidents like this and provide aid for our classmates in danger. Class President, calm down and recompose yourself." The vampire's voice became deeper and deeper and he spoke to the tall girl, making her eyes widen as she realized that he was also full of rage, yet he had dawned the mask of cold rationality to help.
Momo bit her lips in frustration at now being better. She took a deep breath and slapped her cheeks before following Izuku. The vampire placed Kyouka on the ground and did a quick check-up on her, listening to the heiress as she finally gave the rundown of what had happened to them.
Izuku asked for a strap-vest to be made, concluding that Jirou would be out of commission for the rest of the fight. She wasn't in danger, but would most likely be out cold for the while. Momo finished making his vest in under a minute, as well as making a rescue body bag the size of her friend. As the vampire finished wearing his vest, he turned his back to Momo as she helped place Jirou on his back with the aid of the magnetic clamps of the vest and the body bag. Securing the last of his straps in place, Izuku turned to Momo.
"There are more of our classmates around the area. Regrouping is our priority, thus engaging in combat is forbidden unless extremely necessary. Keep your crossbow loaded with those sleeping darts and try to keep pace with me. Also, make amends to your outfit, you're currently overly exposed." The vampire pointed out, and Momo noticed that after her last creations emerged from her body, her hero outfit had torn on the back, currently exposing her naked breasts. She had been feeling breezy, but the previous worries had prevented her from noticing it.
With a yelp and a quick turn, she blushed as Izuku had probably seen them. Not trusting herself to act dignified, she crouched on the spot and began working on creating a new outfit over her skin. Fifteen seconds and she was presentable, yet the extreme blush would not fade away.
How adaptive is the human mind that things like that matter in situations like these. Izuku thought, his red gleaming eyes trying to spot his classmates. A small "I'm ready" entered his hearing together with the approaching steps of the tall Class President. The vampire was about to point out a route to follow when two events happened almost simultaneously.
First, the Flood zone lit up like a Christmas tree, yellow lightning glowing brightly as many voices whined and shouted in pain as they were electrocuted. The vampire heard the shriek of a known classmate of his, and decided that the water part was secured for now.
The second thing that happened was a small quake on the lower parts of the Land Slide/Mountainous zone, soon followed by the sudden appearance of a cold wind. Izuku's eyes managed to capture a few frozen villains and what appeared to be another of his classmates. It seemed that things were looking up for their class.
"Midoriya-san, shouldn't we be more cautious against the nearby villains? Kyouka-san and I did encounter a lot of them before we met you." Momo asked, binoculars exiting her left arm. She did some surveying. "I spot Todoroki-kun and what probably is Hagakure-san down there. It seems that Tsuyu-san and Kaminari-kun are safe on the boat on the Flood zone. I can't see the other zones, but it seems that fighting is still happening. Our classmates are fighting!" Momo's voice perked up as she reported on her findings. She rested one hand atop her chest, a sigh of relieve exhaled.
"Those are great news, Class President. About the villains closeby, do not worry; I took care of them." Yaoyorozu drank in the compliment from her Vice-president, but the ominous tone of his last sentence made her wonder what he had done. She did not let somber thoughts swim inside her mind for too long, else she'd lose the morale she had worked back up. "Mind if I take a look through your binoculars?"
The girl nodded and handed the lenses to the vampire, creating a second pair for herself. She continued her survey of the land, but stopped when she noticed that Izuku had begun unstrapping Kyouka from his back.
"Anything wrong, Midoriya-san?" She asked, yet the vampire did not respond her question.
"I believe that your [Creation]-quirk lets you create most things, correct?" He asked her in a dead serious tone, the glowing of his orbs starting to scare the girl.
"Y-y-yes, as long as I know the chemical formula of what I'm making." She hated the fact that she stuttered and nodded.
"Good. Arm yourself and create an epi-pen. If things get too dangerous, inject Kyouka-san with the epi-pen and run away. Try to see if you can establish comms over radio with the school. Do I stand corrected that you know the frequency for the police as well as the school's?" Another meek nod from the girl was his answer. "Excellent. Maintain a calm mind and observe the fields; the moment you see an opportunity to flee, take it."
"What is going on, Midoriya-san?!" Momo asked almost in desperation, tension once more leaking into her voice.
Izuku looked back at her, his crimson eyes intimidating, yet also expressing a warm and confidence she wished herself capable off.
"Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei are in trouble. Thirteen-sensei still has some students to help him, but Aizawa-sensei doesn't. Priority engagement is to help our greatest asset in fleeing." He said, trying to gauge the distance between the Mountainous zone and the Central Plaza where Eraserhead had been fighting. "Is it possible that you can make a flight-suit within the next minute?"
"I-I can try..." Momo had barely finished her sentence before Izuku cut her.
"Then make haste with it."
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Aizawa was getting tired of this. Twenty minutes of full-live combat were not enough to drain him of energy, but it did make him slightly winded. His specialty was surprise attacks, even while dealing with groups. There were countless villains defeated all around him, yet it seemed that the numbers of goons had not decreased in the slightest. Had it been an ordinary man fighting, he would already have been defeat.
The teacher dodged the combined efforts of three villains with similar body enhancement quirks. Erasing their quirks, he proceeded to pummel down the villains with precise blows, aiming to cripple and incapacitate the men with pain. His knuckles were already bruised, so the hero opted to use his knees and elbows, switching from his more traditional Krav Maga to Taekwondo, his scarf aiding his endeavors as he slammed his right elbow into the biggest man's liver.
Backhand, dodge and rising knee kick. Dodge, scarf arm bind and submission throw. Duck, bob, weave around the attacks and counter with a roundhouse kick.
Each move was precisely executed, his finesse would make many question how many hours had the man trained to reach this level of mastery.
"Pro heroes are such cheats. No matter how many we send, he wipes them right away." The villain with hands all around him exclaimed, talking to no one in particular. "But no matter what happens, the game still can be balanced. His skill can't go on forever, and the cooldown is taking longer and longer. I guess it's high time for me." The lanky villain laughed to himself, amused by some sort of internal joke.
Aizawa had just finished dropping another thug when he felt killing intent directed at him. The pro turned to meet the source of said intent, finding himself almost face to face with the cerulean-haired villain. A quick snap of his legs made the villain stop, which gave Eraserhead enough grounds for his attack.
His feet pushing the ground under him, the pro advanced towards the villain with an elbow attack that surely would crack the sternum bone on the abdomen, quick method to stop the villain. The pro felt the blow connect, but something was wrong.
His blow struck true. Yet, the hero found his elbow in excruciating pain, the joint being held on by the villainous man's hand.
"You are slowing down, hero? Stamina problems? Don't worry, soon enough you won't have to worry about any of your stats!" Aizawa's brows frowned in pain, the pro quickly running scenarios on his mind. Not a second after he chose a plan of action, he put it in practice, raising his right leg into what would be called a flawless axe kick.
The villain backed off, else his skull would be caved in as Eraserhead's steel-tipped boots carved a groove on the ground as they ascended. The pro immediately switched tactics, converting the momentum of his ascending kick into a backflip, creating distance between his opponent. That done, the hero took a look at his injuried limb, finding that moving his left arm was just short of impossible.
The skin was cracked, falling off in dried chunks and exposing the muscle fibers under it. It was a wonder that the wound was not bleeding, else the teacher might have much bigger problems to deal with. Just like the rushing villain that was trying to push his advantage once more. The underground hero launched his scarf at the man, his efforts in binding him failing as a mere brush of the fingers was enough to render his scarf useless as the weapon crumbled into dust.
What kind of quirk is that? It is too troublesome in close-quarters. The hero complained in his head, wondering if he should take things up a notch. Deciding that filling paperwork was better than letting his students suffer, Aizawa used his right hand to tie something on the end of his scarf, using advanced spins to build momentum as the weight of the object on the end of his scarf added speed to the weapon, nicking the villain on his offending limb.
The man backed off, checking out the cut on his hand.
"Oi oi, Eraserhead! What the hell do you think you are doing, swinging that thing around like that?" The villain complained, seeing the object tied to the ends of the hero's capture weapon was a combat knife. "Aren't you a capture hero? What are you doing with a weapon like that?! And you call yourself a hero!" The villain complained, nursing the shallow cut on his hand.
"It is rather funny that a villain like you would try to lecture me into what is appropriate hero-behavior and conduct. If I were you, my primary concern would be surrendering." The hero spoke in his no-nonsense tone, keeping the momentum of his improved "kunai-chain" and preventing the remaining villains from approaching him, allowing the pro a breather.
"Ah ah, heroes are all like that. Thinking themselves above everyone and everything, imposing their violence over us and calling it justice. I guess that it's time I called for backup." The villain jokingly pointed out, his crazy red eyes fully focused into the pro hero. "Nomu, get him!" A command left the man and, suddenly, Aizawa found the hairs on the back of his neck up as a cold feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach.
It took just a blink of the eye. One moment there was nothing, the next the pro had the entirety of his frame shadowed as the hulking monster that had not left its initial position moved behind him. The pro turned, shifting all his body into what could be considered a deadly roundhouse kick, his right hand grasping his combat knife. Eraserhead wasn't the only pro that had spilled blood, but he was the one that did not let that fact drown him in grief. Sometimes it was a necessity of the job. He had moved with this concern in mind.
His kick connected with a solid wall of muscle, unexpectedly hurting his kicking leg, yet the pro continued what he could consider to be his deadliest combo. His name flashed and rent flesh, the cuts precisely aiming for vitals. Hamstring, femoral artery, kidney, liver, right armpit and the final blow was sinking the eight inches of serrated steel into the neck of the creature, hopefully severing the carotid artery and ending the life of the villain.
The pro had just sunk the blade in the beast's neck when he felt his face being grabbed by the enormous hands of villain, slamming the teacher on the plaza grounds like a meteor.
"AARRRHRHHHHGGG!" Aizawa shouted in pain, feeling his bones crack under the pressure of the assault. The pro had no time to rest, his injuried arm being the next target of the juggernaut. The limb snapped like a twig under the might of the beast, the pro grunting loudly in pain, the sounds being muffled as the villain was still grabbing his face. Eraserhead felt pain flare vividly in the broken limb, the blood warmly flowing from his arm, feeling like lava escaping a volcano. It seemed luck that the vicious attack did not continue, the pro being secured under the mountain of muscle and violence atop him.
"This is getting boring, Nomu is too strong for a DEX build like yours. You solely rellied on getting critical hits, but Nomu's built is a direct counter against you, even against All Might! And talking about the Symbol of Peace, where is he?! His precious class in directly attacked and the coward is too afraid to show up? Scum like him really is only after the glory and fame of the Hero profession." The villain began ranting, slowly approaching the hero.
Aizawa once more groaned in pain as his hair was roughly grabbed and he was forced to face the insane lunatic with cerulean hair. The crazed red eyes held a lust for violence, yet they were totally incapable of masterful tactics like the ones displayed here. There had to be someone behind this man, Aizawa knew it. He swore on the blood running down his face.
A swirling mist of purple and black made itself known close to the villain, acrid yellow eyes forming to reveal the image of the Warping villain, Kurogiri.
"Shigaraki Tomura, it is time that we depart." The baritone villain spoke.
"Huh, Kurogiri? Can't see that I'm busy here talking with a hero?" Finally having his name revealed, Shigaraki rudely asked his subordinate.
"I have managed to subdue and gravely injure Thirteen, yet the interference of the nearby students created a momentary distraction and one of them has escaped. Reinforcements might be arriving soon, hence our need to evacuate the premises." Kurogiri formally explained, his shifting form still beside the cerulean-haired man.
Shigaraki stilled for a moment, his hands soon coming to scratch at his neck continuously at a growing pace. The man's anger flared, his scratching reaching a frenetic pace. "Ahh, Kurogiri, how useless can you be? You are lucky to be my ticket out of here, otherwise you'd already be dust. Haahh, man, my perfect run is ruined. The secondary objectives have failed, so there will be enemy reinforcements to bother us. And the primary objective never showed up! Nothing goes how I want..." The villain complained, whining to some invisible spectator.
"I guess this is it. Well, what can you do? Since All Might won't show up, we need to leave a message to make sure he takes his job seriously next time." Shigaraki said to no one in particular, his frame shifting as he assumed a pouncing stance. "I guess you both will do!"
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Asui was thankful that her circumstances had been favorable. After being warped, she luckily ended up in the area that most favored her [Frog]-quirk, the Flood Zone. Unfortunately, her luck seemed to have ended up there, as the classmate that appeared with her wasn't anyone who she had talked before.
Kaminari wasn't a bad person per say, but if the girl had something to say about him, it was that all his behavior was passed around at appearing cool. And not the usual "I can do things gracefully/flawlessly" cool, but the "I get chicks!" kind of cool, which – ironically – was not cool in the slightest. She had seen the blond ask half of the girls in class in dates, and his douche behavior made the frog girl have aversion to him.
Still, he was her classmate and Tsuyu was training to be a heroine after all. She was even going to pretend she did not see the boy almost pathetically drown due to panic. Using all the agility and speed that her amphibian features provided her while in water, Asui shot like a missile towards the blond.
It seemed she had arrived just in time for a rescue too, as a villain with a [Shark]-quirk was about to take a nasty chunk out of the teen. Her webbed feet hit the man on the side, the impact making the villain scream in pain, and stabilized the girl. She used the body of the villain as a springboard, her tongue having wrapped around her classmate's waist, and shot out of the water.
Quickly swimming to the boat on the middle of the artificial lake, Asui climbed and brought her classmate aboard with her. As Kaminari hacked and spat water out of his lungs, Tsuyu began surveilling the area. Many a villain began popping out of the water, all of them with specific water-based abilities.
"T-thanks for the save, Asui-chan." The blonde tried to play it off smooth, but the attempt feel flat as the girl looked at him with her poker-face. That made the teen flinch awkwardly. Well, he was her classmate, so she would throw a bone to him.
"You are welcome, Kaminari-san, ribbit." She fixed her usual smile, which many people said was no different from her poker-face, and looked back at the water-invested villains. "I hope that you have got a plan, because we are quite in danger right now." She tested the waters (she laughed internally at the pun) with the blonde, waiting for him to get up and have a look of their situation.
"W-well, I don't really got anything." He admitted, his face turning pale as he caught sight of the villains. "T-that does not look good!" At least he had not suggested some foolish plan, even if his input on the situation could not be more obvious.
"Ribbit." She gave an annoyed croak. "Well, I think that we should know each other, our abilities and quirks; I'll go first, ribbit. My quirk is called [Frog], and it lets me do whatever a frog can do." She went first, giving an abridged version of her skillset.
The blonde nodded to her. "Yeah, my quirk is called [Electrification], it kinda lets me produce quite a bit of electricity. I can't really aim it, so I just kind of let it flow all around me."
They would try to better get acquainted with each other to devise a plan, but the situation did not allow for meaningless conversation. As a literal blade of water crashed against the boat the duo of teens were on, shearing the boat in two, Asui shot her tongue and wrapped it around the teen's wait once more.
"Ahh, Asui-san?" Denki asked nervously.
"I remember that during the battle trial, you just sort of let lightning flow from you right?" She asked, receiving a nod as answer. "Then you are effectively a human-shaped stun gun. When you hit the water, just let go at your max power. I'll get you out when you finish."
The improvised plan sounded good enough, the blonde nodded. "There is just one problem. If I let it all out, my brain short-circuits and I get kind of dumb." While his explanation was sound, the girl could not get the nagging feeling that the blonde had snuck-in some sort of hidden dirty joke.
"I'll get you before you drown, hurry up!" The frog girl wished that the blonde was more decisive, since he was shooting for the hero profession, and their current predicament wasn't exactly forgiving. That said, Tsuyu wished she hadn't had to effectively throw a classmate to the sharks.
The boat was just short of fully going down before the girl threw the blonde in the water. The boy had a nervous expression, especially when he caught the smiles on the close by villains. Yet, Denki steeled his mind and as he hit the water, he let his quirk work at full power.
"Indiscriminate 1.3 Million Volt Shock!" He shouted, and soon enough the villains in the water were flailing and screaming as electricity ran over their bodies and shocking them unconscious. The teen himself felt his brain overworked, his higher functions effectively sealed for now. His attack lasted for mere 5 seconds, yet that time was enough to drop about nine villains out of the fight. Before water could work its way in his lungs and drown the blonde, the strong and fleshy tongue of his classmate grabbed him.
Asui felt incredibly happy that her plan had worked out, even if some guilt wormed inside her mind as per use of her classmate. She carefully held him as she swam to the shallow bank of the lake, making sure to keep him shoulders above the water. If she was to describe his current expression, it would be daft. As they safely reached the beach, Tsuyu deposited her classmate on the sand and watched around for a safer place.
It was rather unlucky of her to find herself much too close to the action, the image of the hulking beast subduing her homeroom teacher driving a stake in her heart. This was the true face of the hero work. Dealing with villains, violence and possible death.
"I guess this is it. Well, what can you do? Since All Might won't show up, we need to leave a message to make sure he takes his job seriously next time." She heard the villain with cerulean-colored hair say, shivers running down her spine as a heavy sensation of oppression overcame her features, seemingly affecting even the currently dim blonde at her side. "I guess you both will do!"
It was that phrase that set a thousand alarms in her mind, her stomach feeling as if she had swallowed a lead weight.
And then, Asui found herself staring at the villain with many hands all over him, his right hand stretched and aimed at her face, his left about to touch Denki's face. Asui's eyes widened further than normal as she felt the dry skin of his fingers brush and touch her face, tears already spilling out of the corner of her eyes. A sharp smell emanated from the disemboweled hands, stinging her nose, yet nothing seemed to be happening.
"Eraserhead, you are awesome!" The villain exclaimed with almost childish joy. His face turned to the beast and her homeroom teacher, the hero's bloody face raised and staring at them, his eyes gleaming with the power of his quirk, even under the broken goggles still fixed in place. "But you must know when to give up. No one likes a sore loser. Nomu!"
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"I'll return those words right at you!"
Something descended from high in the skies, a red and thick tendril wrapped around the villain's neck and violently pulled the man away from the duo. At the same time, two javelins pierced right through the Nomu's forearms holding Eraserhead in place, the crimson colored weaponry shifting and sprouting an infinitude of sharp spikes, shredding the arms of the creature who released a terrible shriek.
Izuku descended from the skies like a hawk of doom, pulling the villain by his neck and swinging him like a ragdoll before slamming it on the ground with a shoulder throw. The tendril of blood returned to him, wrapping around his arms and regaining the shape of his gauntlets as he turned to the mountain of muscle that had a hold of his teacher.
His eyes burned with unearthly light, giving Izuku an eldritch image as he directed his right hand at the monster in front of him and called upon the power of [Coagulation]. His [Blood Spears] stuck inside the villain's arms connected Izuku and the beast, the vampire immediately shutting down any ability of movement that the monster could have.
[Flash-Step] brought Izuku face to face with the villain, allowing Izuku a free blow on the jaw of the villain, his right gauntlet smashing the disgustingly yellow and sharp teeth in the hulking monster's maw as the vampire's left gauntlet aimed at the tendons of the hands holding his teacher in place. A resounding crack sounded under his feet as Izuku carefully held his teacher and [Flash-Step]'d away closer to the frog-girl.
"Rescue operation is a success." He announced. Asui had barely been able to follow the moves of the vampire, much of it being mere blurs for her. His earlier costume was covered by a flight-suit, or more commonly called as a glider-suit, his appearance a saving grace for the girl. His lower face was concealed by his crimson mask, but the look on his eyes made a different type of shiver run down the girl's spine.
"That was fucking dangerous! Little hero fucks are already so damn good at violence, no wonder society is so messed up!" The villain, Shigaraki if Izuku's enhanced hearing captured it right, shouted. Izuku's eyes took in the man's appearance, the lanky frame and dirty clothes not indicating any damage. Which was weird, since Izuku was pretty sure he had slammed the man down using his blood tendril with enough power to break a few ribs, if not paralyze a man from spine injury.
The faint wisps of purple mist revealed that a portal had appeared under Shigaraki at exactly the moment the villain would meet the ground akin to a meteor.
"Be more careful next time, Shigaraki! That was extremely dangerous!" Kurogiri warned, his mist returning to his body.
"Shut up, Kurogiri! I'll kill the little bastard myself. Wonder how he is going to spout that hero-shit when I turn his throat to dust." The lanky villain shot his barbs, massaging his sore throat.
Izuku, meanwhile, examined the conditions of his classmates and teacher. Unfortunately, he had left his overcoat in the bust before he came to the USJ, since he considered that the bulky of the clothing would get in his way during the rescue lessons. Regretfully, he grumbled to himself as he called his blood gauntlets.
Tearing the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, the only parts that did not have Kevlar plating, the vampire suppressed his [Thirst] in favor of bandaging his teacher's wounds as best as he could without his medkit. That done, he turned to his classmates.
"Asui-san, please give a quick report of the situation." He asked, eyeing the girl directly in her eyes.
Tsuyu tried to form words and answer, yet her throat felt dry. Nothing would leave her mouth, and her whole body trembled as the playback of the situation repeated in her mind over and over. The frog-girl was fairly observant, and while she did not know the villain's quirk, she could guess it easily enough by his speech and the injury left on her teacher's elbow.
"State of shock due to traumatic event. Most likely to be unable to speak temporarily, but seems to be able to respond to stimuli and is mostly in control of her body. Immediate retreat is the best course of actions." Izuku stated to himself his amateur diagnosis as he returned his eyes to the villains. "Asui-san, listen to me, please. Aizawa-sensei is hurt and needs to be evacuated. Kaminari-san also needs to exit combat grounds, since I'm spotting the particular signs of his quirk-overuse. He seems to be coherent enough to follow simple commands, so please guide him away from here. The stairs aren't far, make haste, please."
The vampire stated, already drawing once more upon the well of his power. Blood poured out of the pores in his arms, arming him with his gauntlets. He had taken some blood from the villain harassing Momo, but it was not going to be enough to give him a victory here.
"Enough of this shit. Nomu, come here already and tear this fucking kid apart." Shigaraki shouted madly.
Izuku was sure that the villain named Nomu would still be under the effects of [Coagulation], since Izuku had used two gauntlets' worth of blood to make his [Blood Spears] to attack. There was also the damage of having his arms shredded by the fragmentation of the spears, so Izuku wondered how much of a lunatic Shigaraki was to order a minion to fight under such conditions.
It seemed that those factors weren't worth considering to the villains as Izuku felt his [Coagulation] effect come undone almost by force, as the monster known as Nomu appeared in front of Izuku faster than what he could put out even when straining his legs during [Flash-Step]. As the beady and empty eyes of the creature stared at him, Izuku tried to take control of the beast-like villain with the aid of [Mesmerize].
It seemed to have taken root, as the hulking beast seemed to have stopped moving. That gave the opportunity that Izuku wanted, as he heard the rushed steps of Asui as she dragged her teacher and classmate away from the plaza and into the stairs. His enhanced eyes caught sight of the mist villain and Shigaraki trying to make a move against them.
Not on my watch!
Izuku's right gauntlet immediately liquified and shot out of his arm like a bullet, scattering and becoming a shoot of [Blood Spear Burst]. The shotgun-like hail of crimson was stopped as Kurogiri expanded his mist body and warped the projectiles away, but the objective was halting their advance, not hurting them.
"NOMU!"
The word triggered something inside the mind of the creature, the empty mindscape that Izuku could glimpse at becoming a hell-distorted space with one objective, an almost impressive feat of mind-manipulation were it not for the means it was being used for.
OBEY SHIGARAKI.
PROTECT SHIGARAKI.
KILL FOR SHIGARAKI.
[Mesmerize] easily broke, almost like a dropped hand mirror. And soon enough, the vampire found himself on the end of a brutal beatdown. The next five minutes were a pain-filled nightmare as [High-Speed Regeneration] assured that Izuku lived, but felt every sliver of pain as his body was broken by the blurring fists of the hulking villain. A hell of regeneration and destruction.
Only after those five minutes, the teen had the illusion that the doors of the USJ were blown off their hinges.
He closed his eyes for second, feeling darkness encompass his body.
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[Finally! This cage is broken! FREE! BLOOD! LET US FEAST AND DRINK!]