When Aizawa witnesses one of his students get transported away by the purple mist, curses fly from his lips unabated. Words that aren't meant for the ears of teens, let alone children, echoed of the large expanse of the facility.
"Everyone, go back to the entrance with Thirteen, I'll hold them off for as long as I can!" Aizawa's exclamation shocks the class out of their shared stupor. Histoshi looks like he's about to argue, when he's dragged by Inasa back towards the entrance. The pro flings himself off the top of the stairs using his scarf, and immediately starts dispatching villains left and right, the mob very slowly, but steadily diminishing.
Thirteen takes charge easily enough, directing the students towards their point of escape while trying to keep the frantic teens calm as she does. With the doors little more than a dozen feet from them, they aren't exactly difficult to reach; that is until purple mist coalesces into the figure that was previously seen in the plaza.
"Greetings heroes in training. Forgive our audacity, but we are the League of Villains." The monotone tone of the mist villain is as menacing as his unwavering gaze. The man stands completely still. Calm. Glowing yellow eyes rake over the students, almost like he's cataloging who was who.
"Our reason for invading is quite simple. We have come to extinguish the flame that is the Symbol of Peace, All Might." The declaration rings clear. As the words sink into the teens minds, the meaning becomes glaringly obvious. They're here to kill All Might. Todoroki voices the revelation the rest of his classmates have already come to.
"You guys are here to kill All Might". It's more of a statement than a question. The only purpose it serves is to confirm what they've already concluded. Before anyone else is able to make a move, the sounds of explosions draws their attention to their blonde bomber of a classmate. Said boy is rapidly approaching the very dangerous, and most likely lethal villain with reckless abandon. Kirishima follows the teen's lead, also charging with his arms hardened.
"Eat this you piece of shit!" Bakugou lets out a roar as he unleashes an explosion at the villain when he gets close enough, Kirishima launching his fist through the smoke right after. The mist man-rather counter intuitively-hadn't made a move to dodge either attack. The bystanders of the assault watch are confused and very much unsettled when the smoke clears. Their opponent stands unharmed, and his gleaming eyes seem to glow even brighter, as if to indicate amusement.
"You truly are the golden eggs of UA. It's a shame so much potential must be snuffed out so soon. Alas, I must remain steadfast in playing my role. Begone!"
With a sudden burst, purple mist engulfs a majority of the class, with only a small number of them being able to escape the fog. Unfortunately, Inasa is not one of those lucky few, seeing as he shoved Hitoshi away from the substance before it got to him. Hitoshi, for his part, is stunned for all but a moment. He assesses his surroundings, taking note of the few classmates that remained at the top of the staircase, as well as Thirteen. 'I've got Sato, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Not bad, as far as offense goes, but they're all physical fighters. I'm the only one who can really do anything to this guy other than Thirteen.' He grits his teeth slightly, glaring at the object of his ire. His expression makes it exceedingly clear that he doesn't like their odds of winning this fight in the slightest.
"Students, get out of the way, I'll deal with the villain!" Thirteen ordered, already releasing one of the caps on her finger, a definite tell that her quirk had been activated.
Hitoshi quickly followed his teachers instructions, diving out of the range of Thirteen's quirk. His classmates also caught on quickly, removing themselves from the danger zone.
The mist villain chuckled. Hitoshi shivered at the spine-chilling sound. It made him feel all sorts of wrong in a way he couldn't explain.
"You're a rescue hero, Thirteen; one that isn't used to fighting with their quirk at that. It'd be a shame if an accident were to occur." The gleaming eyes of the villain narrowed before a purple portal appeared in front of him. The hero's quirk no longer affecting the man's smoky figure. Hitoshi's eyes widened in horror as another warp gate materialized behind his teacher. He was about to call out, but it was already too late. The space hero's cry shook him to his core, the body of his instructor falling to the floor, the back of their suit torn right open.
"What a pity. All that talk and they still weren't able to protect their precious students", the villain's tone dripping with condescension as he spoke. Hitoshi blood started to boil almost immediately after the sentence was uttered. Fury in his eyes, and mouth on autopilot, his rage shone through.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
The mist villain snickered, somehow amused by the teens rage. He faced the brainwasher while giving his answer.
"You must under-" The voice abruptly cut off. The villain went rigid, glowing yellow eyes dimming. Near instantaneously, Hitoshi felt his head begin to pound, his eyes aching.
"Iida, go now!"
"You must be joking, I can't leave you here!"
"Iida you need to get to the school to alert the rest of the staff." Yaoyorozu spoke up.
The blue haired teen hesitated for a moment more. His gaze roved over his classmates, before it landed on Hitoshi. Whatever expression the indigo teen had on his face at the moment must've been enough to convince him. The boy raced over to the doors, Sato hot on his heels, most likely going to help open them. After a packet of sugar was ingested, the teen bulked up considerably, prying the doors wide enough for his classmate to slip through.
Whatever else was happening around the facility, Hitoshi prayed that his classmates would be okay.
Aizawa has been fighting for a solid ten minutes now, and he doesn't think he's made any meaningful progress in thinning the horde of low life criminals and small time crooks. He's been repeatedly deactivating and reactivating his erasure, which has greatly impacted the limit he normally has. His eyes scream at him to close them, to get some kind of relief. He obliges, and that's what costs him. The villain with hands hadn't made any move for him within the few minutes he's been fighting, and neither has the hulking figure of the creature with the beak-like mouth. The other monstrosity-the ones that doesn't even look human-wasn't in its original place. Somehow it had vanished.
Maybe it's the fact that he hasn't seen either of them move, but he'd let his guard down for that one second. Before he knew it, the hand villain was nearly upon him, arm already outstretched and fingers splayed wide. Aizawa's eyebrows had risen in surprise before his years of experience kicked in. Only three of the man's fingers had managed to graze his person before he'd created distance between them.
As soon as said gap was established he closed it once more, moving with practiced efficiency as he tried to get a hit in. Evidently, it seemed neither of them were keen on being harmed as his opponent backed up as well. Both stared each other down, their short bout coming to a standstill. Eraserhead filed away how the unnamed villain still kept his fingers spread and slightly curled as well. 'Most likely fights with his quirk in mind using grapples', he noted.
His counterpart studied him just as intensely, slowly shifting to the side. Aizawa did the same, mirroring the other's movement. They stayed in silence for a bit longer before he decided he'd have to bite the bullet.
"Who are you and what are your reasons for attacking UA?" Aizawa maintained his lazy attitude as he spoke, hoping it would throw off his opposition. Sadly, the villain answered neither question, with the only change being the sadistic smile that was more likely to be considered a sneer on the man's face. Break time seemed to be over.
Usually, he'd wait for his enemies to make the first move. He fought defensively, seeing as his quirk only evened the playing field between him and his opponent, but in this case he couldn't take any chances. The longer he prolonged it, the more danger it put his students in. With that in mind, he lunged forward, capture scarf at the ready. The villain had no problems with rushing in as well, arms stretched once more.
They exchanged blows for a few good minutes, neither able to land a solid hit on the other. Aizawa erased the villains quirk everytime he moved in to attack, wanting to make sure there was little risk of it being used. His only respites were given to him when one of them backed off. He soon found a pattern in the attacks and was able to slip in a counter ever-so-often, even though they did little to slow his opponent down.
It was most likely due to the fact that he nor the villain had spoken since he voiced his questions, but it came as a shock to him when the man suddenly started speaking.
"Y'know Eraserhead, I actually think you're pretty cool." Aizawa glared, his elbow currently clutched in the man's grip, each pushing against the other. The man continued, unperturbed by his silence.
"Your quirk is even cooler, but its tell is also obvious once you know what to look for." Eraserhead's glare only intensified.
"When you let yourself blink, your hair falls just a bit, and then it springs back up when you reactivate your quirk. Truth is you're not built for battles of attrition, and before long you'll tire out." As if to prove the villain's point, Aizawa began to feel the strain on his eyes. This time he wasn't fast enough to get away. Only a second after his quirk shut off, he felt a searing pain on his elbow. He quickly retaliated, kicking the man to gain distance, his other arm raising to nurse the injured one.
The villain was chuckling as he held his hand over the area that Aizawa had attacked. Just as he was about to speak again, a shockwave pulsed out. The point of origin being from just between Aizawa and the villain. The dust from the impact zone started to settle, and with it, the blood drained from his face. Lying there, barely awake, was the form of one of his students. To be precise, a greenette adorned in a torn white trench coat.
Inasa emerged from the warp gate feeling nauseous. It wasn't much of a surprise, seeing as the same thing occurred after Izuku had teleported him and Eri. Having yourself be transported so suddenly was quite jarring in his opinion. Couple that with the fact he knew one of his best friends and the rest of his classmates were in danger, you could understand why he felt the urge to puke his guts out. Before getting too lost in his mind, he made a funnel of wind around himself, slowing his fall till he floated in place. Taking stock of the fiery landscape beneath him, he came to the obvious conclusion he was sent to the conflagration zone. 'Definitely not a place a wind user should be'. He grumbled in thinly concealed irritation.
The teen surveyed the ruined cityscape below him, burning buildings and piles of rubble for blocks in every direction. His high altitude did little to help his visibility. Inasa set off in the direction with the least amount of smoke. While he was sure UA most likely used materials that didn't produce fumes that would endanger students upon inhalation, he didn't want to take any chances. He couldn't afford to weaken himself in any capacity. If the rest of his classmates were in danger-and they certainly were-he'd need to be as strong as possible. Not to mention Izuku was most likely in even more trouble. It wasn't lost on him how the hand villain immediately singled his best friend out. In fact, it was literally the first thing that stood out to him. 'Then again, everything concerning Izuku stands out to me', he chuckled wryly. He regretted his actions, when he sucked in a lungful of smoke.
He flew for a few more minutes before the sounds of voices reached his ears. Inasa looked down, catching sight of Ojiro and Kyoka standing back-to-back in combat ready positions, each facing a villain of their own. The aerokinetic dipped into a nosedive, aiming himself to land right next to his allies. He maneuvered himself so his feet would be the point of impact. Slowing himself considerably, he landed without a hitch, situating himself so that he and his classmates formed a triangle.
Everyone except Kyoka seemed to startle at his entrance. Which, when he thought about it, made sense. The girl could hear heartbeats, and that was when she didn't have her jacks connected to anything. Inasa didn't let himself think for too long already preparing an attack.
"Brace yourselves!"
Kyoka listened to his warning, immediately tensing up, and crouching slightly to be more grounded. Ojiro followed after a second's hesitation, copying her stance. Seeing they were properly set, Inasa directed large gales to encircle them. The ensuing winds picked up the lighter pieces of rubble strewn about the area, being dragged into the tornado that was quickly forming around the three students. He let the gust gain more speed, then expelled the built up force outward. The gather debris immediately exploded outward with a not-so-little amount of speed.
Both villains were pelted with concrete chunks and metal fragments of varying sizes, being knocked away by the constant barrage. Inasa stood rooted in the same position, waiting for any signs of movement from either of their foes. A few tense moments passed by in silence, neither Kyoka or Ojiro made a move, stock still. Ojiro slowly eased out of his tense posture, taking a bit to compose himself before walking over to one of their fallen adversaries. The teen squatted down checking the pulse of the villain, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, glad to feel a pulse.
Kyoka taking a page out of her classmate's book, conversely did the same with the other villain, confirming to the others she felt and also heard the man's heartbeat. The three students took time to assess the damages to themselves. Inasa, seeing as these were the first villains he'd run into, didn't sustain any injuries. Ojiro had a bruise here and there, but was fine all-in-all. Kyoka, being a ranged fighter, also didn't gain any significant wounds.
"We should probably get going, I'm not sure about you guys, but staying here definitely isn't our best shot."
"Yeah, let's make our way back to the stairs", Inasa said in agreement. The lone girl of their small group nodded mutely, trying to make as little sound as possible so she could scout effectively.
They continued to follow the sound user's lead, avoiding as many villains as possible on their way to the exit, rarely ever speaking. The silence that hung over them was stiflingly in an uncomfortable way. Not the type of tranquil quiet where one could relax, but one that was forced upon them due to their need to survive. It felt as if they were prey trying to make as little of a disturbance as they could manage.
While their approach worked for a majority of the time they'd spent in the conflagration zone, there were also instances in which fighting was unavoidable. Luckily for them, the villains only ever came in small groups, and it was always a little while before they ran into more. During their small bouts, each student gained at least one bruise or cut, their hero costumes slowly but surely wearing down from all the fights.
Eventually, they'd finally reached the exit looking only slightly worse for wear. About to make their way towards the stairs at the entrance, the group suddenly stopped when a plume of dust erupted from somewhere in the plaza. All froze, slowly craning their heads towards the center of the facility. As the dust settled, the form of something became visible on the concrete.
Inasa was moving before he could even process what was happening. It didn't matter if his body was aching from the bruises and burning from the cuts. None of those things were of much consequence to him at the moment; not when one of the few people to accept him was laying vulnerable, at the mercy of whoever he'd been fighting.