Red Rush was injured. Thirteen was missing. And from every side, the armoured mercenaries surrounded their class.
"You are a brave one," Crimson Crusher chuckled, leaning on her hammer in casual and unbothered mood. "But it is brave boys that never become men. Give me Red Rush and I will spare the lives of you and your classmates."
Izuku met her gaze and tightened his fists. He looked back towards the rest of their class, checking if everyone was okay. Already, he could see them preparing for a fight. They trusted him to say what they all were thinking.
"Not happening."
The villainess sighed.
"Very well," Amusement was gone from her voice. "Then we'll kill you all."
"Midoriya, get over here now!"
He fell back just as mercenaries fired their weapons. It was an almost immediate barrage of blasts that would riddle them with holes.
Thankfully, Todoroki was faster as he conjured a massive ice dome to protect everyone from the attack. The thick ice walls would hold them off but only for a few minutes. And then they would be sitting ducks.
"We need to get away from. Can Red Rush get us out?"
"Unlikely," Yaoyorozu shook her head. "He is out cold and he has deep wounds all over his entire body. Whatever they did to him is clearly messing with his regeneration as well."
"We need to contact the teachers," Kaminari said. "But Crimson Crusher is jamming the signal. Our best bet is to have Iida get out of here and run all the way to the school."
"I can't just leave you here to face a villain!"
"You are not leaving us," Izuku argued. "You are getting help that we are going to need."
"Midoriya is right," Yaoyorozu stepped in. "Once walls are down, you need to grab Red Rush and run. Alert the teachers once you are at school. We will hold them off until then."
Iida looked hesitant for a few moments before nodding. It was obvious how much he hated the idea of running to get help while they dealt with villains. But it was their best bet right now.
"What should we do about the lasers, though?" Mineta asked as he watched cracks form and spread across the ice walls. "These psychos are firing them without stopping!"
"They stop for roughly ten seconds before recharging," Jirou corrected. "Not that it changes anything. We can't do shit in that time."
"… I can fry them," Kaminari stepped forward, his voice shaky and anxious. "But I need all of you off and away from the ground. Any idea how to do that?"
"We can try the same thing Sero-kun and Uraraka-san did with me," Izuku suggested as he turned to the other two. "You guys are good to try this again?"
"I will do my best."
"So will I," Uraraka smiled. "Let's do this!"
More cracks spread through ice. They could hear Crimson Crusher yell another order to her soldiers before they increased the power of their blasts. Finally, the ice walls exploded inside. They watched the men set their sights on them the moment the countdown to recharge began.
Iida grabbed the other speedster and rushed off towards the exit, yelling his promise to get the teachers as soon as possible.
And while their group soared into aid, Kaminari slammed his hands against the ground and shouted, "Indiscriminate Shock: 1.3 Million Volts!"
The electric charge tore through the nearby streets and everyone who stood on it. They watched the armoured men's bodies seize up and fall to their knees. A minute or two more and they could call it a victory.
Two fleshy ropes shot towards from the ground and towards Uraraka's legs. In a span of a single second, Izuku saw that these were the arms and who they belonged to. He swatted the elongated arms immediately, hearing the bones creak and crack from the force and speed of impact.
One of the mercenaries must have figured out their plan and decided to grab onto them. If not to escape electric shocks, then it was to use himself as a conductor and electrocute the entire class along with him.
He was persistent, powering through the electric shocks.
And he wasn't the only one.
All those still standing raise their hands and aimed at their class. In one explosive move, they shot the combination of their Quirks at them. Fire, ice, rocks, blades and everything else they could to get the class out of air.
And with Kaminari's electric attack coming to an end, the students had no choice but return to the ground.
"That was quite a ruthless move," Crimson Crusher chuckled as she walked past her unconscious and struggling men. They managed to take out only a third of them at most. "But not ruthless enough."
She threw her hammer at Todoroki.
Izuku rushed in to grab it.
"Concentrated Shock: Infinite Charge!"
Every muscle in his body immediately seized as Kaminari's lightning shot through his body. He screamed, feeling every cell burn with pain as he tried to throw the hammer away from himself. But his hands refused to let go of the handle.
"It takes a lot of energy to run USJ. Every zone has its own separate set of generators powerful enough to simulate floods, fires and earthquakes. And I have tapped into all of them. What you are feeling right now, little hero, is the energy of this entire facility running through your little body."
Off in the distance, they heard an explosion.
"And there goes your little messenger," Izuku's eyes widened in horror. "Are you surprised? Did you really think we would go after Red Rush without any plan or strategy? Planting some explosives right at the exit of the building is just a standard procedure."
As the rest of the class engaged in battle with her mercenaries, the woman laughed.
"Like I said, brave boys don't get to grow into men."
Izuku threw himself at her. Suddenly, every other thought left his mind. All he could think about and all he could want was to stop her.
-I-
"Hold them off!" Mashirao swung his tail at one of the mercenaries, pushing the man back but not without getting a blade stabbed into the thick flesh of it. He powered through the pain and shouted, "Stay together! Don't let them separate us!"
Despite his attempts to keep everyone close, the mercenaries easily pulled the class apart. A few smoke bombs thrown to spread confusion. A couple attacks aimed in the middle of their circle. And suddenly, they were scattered across the street.
They were the first class at the best hero school in Japan. However, they were still only first-year students and the difference was made apparent almost immediately.
"Damn it… Regroup!"
He wasn't even sure why he was saying this. He wasn't a strategist like Yaoyorozu. He wasn't a powerhouse like Midoriya or Todoroki or Bakugou. He wasn't anyone, really.
Still, none of his classmates wanted to go down without a fight. So neither would he.
They swarmed Bakugou and Todoroki first, correctly deducing them to be the biggest threats after Midoriya. It was the first time the young martial artists didn't envy the two guys for having such powerful Quirks.
It was also the first time he actually enjoyed hearing Bakugou's loud and angry rants.
"You fuckers wanna play soldiers? Come on then!"
Bakugou moved fast and hard, keeping the mercenaries on their feet while he went after them. He was relentless in his attacks and it spread to the rest of the class. They weren't just some weak kids. They were future heroes! They could fight back!
And they did.
Mineta tore and tossed his sticky balls all over the place, making it harder for his opponents to move without getting glued. Kirishima tanked everything these men could throw at him as he pushed his way through the street like some kind of armoured vehicle. Sato was easily overwhelming everyone like a sugar-fuelled beast.
The girls were just as brutal in their retaliation.
Tsuyu kept from wall to wall, drawing away the long-distance attacks while jumping on the mercenaries' heads like stones in a river. Mina's acid melted through their armour and helmets, which left them vulnerable for Jirou's attacks. Under Yaoyorozu's commands, the girls functioned like a well-oiled machine.
It was like living out a dream of being a hero. Him and his friends casually taking down some faceless villains and proving that they deserved to be here. He got lost in all this excitement and forgot that they weren't dealing with some cartoon villains or fodder.
They were dealing trained mercenaries. These were the people that chose to kill for a living.
And they were happy to remind them of this.
The sound of metal hitting bone was hollow. Barely audible.
But every single one of them heard it. And seeing the body of one of their own drop to the ground just further proved that this was their reality.
"Momo!"
They all stood frozen, fear and rage and disbelief mixing in their hearts and heads. Even Bakugou stopped from his fight.
In that single moment, Red Hands showed their fangs to them.
They took down half of them. But in doing so, they revealed their cards and exhausted themselves. While they were busy giving the fight their all, the smarter mercenaries fell back and observed their Quirks, tactics and moves.
Meanwhile, none of them knew what their opponents' Quirks or plans were.
The battlefield changed in that single moment. And they went from winning the fight to trying to survive it.
They ganged up on those that they could take out the fastest. Those like Sero and Mineta that could restrain them were among the first subdued as the mercenaries used the Quirks of both boys against each other to take them out.
Aoyama struggled and swore as he tried to break free of the elastic hold of one of the villains as his navel laser was aimed at his own classmates like a gun.
Kirishima's hardened body was hard to damage. But he had little protection against whatever he was hit with in the face. Their strongest tank went out like a lightbulb.
"You…" he whispered. His eyes found the nearest one and his body moved to attack her. "Monsters!"
His tail slammed into the side of a mercenary with full force. And yet she didn't budge. Instead she pulled out a knife and stabbed it into his tail. He could only howl in pain as he pulled his appendage away from her.
"Why…" Mashirao groaned as he nursed his wound. "Why are you doing this?!"
She didn't answer to him. She didn't see any reason to do so.
Red Hands didn't care that they were fighting children. They didn't even see them as humans, Mashirao suspected. They moved fast and mercilessly attacked you the moment they saw a chance. They didn't even care for their own or themselves.
They only cared about their payday.
He watched the woman point her blade at him. His eyes widened in horror as two dozen of similar blades manifested out of thin air around her. Did she duplicate weapons? Or were these mere illusions?
He confirmed it was the former when he felt every blade sink into his tail. He howled in pain as he tried to fight back. But all that he found was just more cuts and slashes across his body as the woman casually swung over twenty knives through the air.
Suddenly, the blades disappeared. His attacker fell to the ground, clutching her hand.
It was crumbling into dust.
"W-Wait," the woman kicked away at her attacker. It was a man in his early twenties, dressed in dark hoodie and pants. "Who are you? You are not one of the students!"
"Oh, are you telling me you guys can handle only low-level noobs?" The other person chuckled dryly before placing four fingers on the woman's throat. "Now you better tell me who you guys are before I get actually upset."
Before he could make good on his threat, another mercenary attacked the hooded man from behind. However, the club he used as a weapon disintegrated the moment it made contact with his body. Both mercenaries and Mashirao backed away from the man slowly.
"This is not how I wanted to spend my day-off," he whispered as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing numerous scars. "Now how I wanted to spent it at all."
-I-
"Take me down and I will leave you and your friends alone."
Normally, Lyubov loved to think herself above such childish things as bets and promises. She was a businesswoman. And everything she did was to serve her own enrichment.
Of course, this was a special case.
Her sensors showed that the boy standing before her was the most powerful in the class in terms of sheer physical abilities. If she could extract as much data from him as possible, then she was looking at rolling out a new line of weapons by the start of next year.
Which is why she needed all his attention on her.
She watched the data flow before her eyes. Even though the electric brat fried her men's guns, their armour suits still recorded every single moment of fighting. Every attack and block was broken down into data that she could use to improve her weapons.
Of course, it seemed that she wouldn't get much out of these kids anymore.
Half of her men were down. Not surprising given that these were new recruits. They were too soft or too eager. She would beat their weaknesses out of them later. For now, she allowed her veteran employees to deal with the students.
The kids were powerful. But they were still just kids.
Once her men had enough data, they all went after the targets with the best combat compatibility. It was a child's play for trained mercenaries to see which of the kids had the Quirks they could counter and destroy easier than others.
Especially when these brats lacked the killer instinct her soldier had.
"That's the problem with you heroes," she laughed blocking another one of Midoriya's punches with her hammer. No matter how much he punched it, her nanites would rebuild it faster than he could break it. "You have power but you are too afraid to use it. All because you allow your morals to rule you instead of common sense!"
She watched her men tackle Todoroki kid to the ground. He was relying entirely on his right side. Even when one of her men showed off his power to turn all his ice into water and render him powerless, the boy stuck with it. And now he paid for that with a broken arm.
Pathetic. There was no other way to describe it.
"Right? Wrong? None of this matters," she swung her weapon at the boy's head, missing it only by a few inches. "The world doesn't care about your morals. Only the results."
His fist smashed through the face of her hammer, feeding even more data to her systems. Giving her nanites information to make her suit even stronger in the process of this fight. And the kid just kept going.
And so Lyubov continued to taunt him.
"Your classmates are going to die here and now," It wasn't a threat. It was merely a statement of fact. "All because you are holding back. Because you are too afraid to go after me and not my weapon!"
He broke her weapon half a dozen times by now. If he concentrated on attacking her helmet or her armour instead, then he could turn the fight around. But he chose to concentrate on her weapon instead. He must have thought that disarming her would put an end to this fight.
How foolish.
Worst of all, she could see that the boy had it in him. She could see in his eyes the same hunger for violence that she herself possessed. But instead of embracing it, he suppressed it. He was ashamed of it. Afraid of his own power.
And that made him all the more worthless in her eyes.
"I don't need to kill you to stop you," he insisted.
"Perhaps. But can you do that before someone dies?" She smiled behind her helmet. "Besides that classmate of yours, I mean."
She saw the boy's snarl and the rage in his eyes.
And then she found herself punched across the street.
"Good," she grinned as she leaned on her hammer. Wiping some debris and dust off her shoulders, she was pleased to see the data she acquired from this single punch. The boy was just a treasure trove of battle data!
"Let's see what else you can do!"
-I-
Izuku gritted his teeth, feeling the mixture of shame and anger as he watched the villainess rise from the ruined wall he threw her against. He lost his temper and ended up using more strength than he planned to.
And a part of him enjoyed it.
"You need to stop all of this," he tried to reason with her. "The school is going to notice that something is wrong soon. And then you will have to deal with the teachers and maybe even other Guardians. You should take your men and leave while you still have time."
The villainess hummed, clearly unconvinced by his attempt at negotiation. "Or maybe we will kill as many of you as we want and leave your bodies for them to find? That sounds a lot more interesting to me!"
Izuku caught her swing, crushing the sturdy red metal in his hand before kicking the woman away from the weapon. He stomped down on head of the hammer, reducing it into fine metal dust. And then he could only watch in frustration as it reformed back in the woman's hands.
"Still trying to play a hero?" She taunted. "I told you already, on a battlefield, morals are worthless!"
Her hammer slammed against his fist, metal and flesh clashing. Once again, Izuku managed to push back against her attack. Instead of breaking the hammer, he tried to take it for himself. Perhaps there was a way to depower her suit with her own weapon?
"Don't touch what you cannot afford, brat!"
The weapon exploded in his hands, the shock reverberating through his arms. Of course she had a fail-safe for this. Izuku would be impressed if he wasn't getting frustrated by this fight.
I need to take her down.I have to stop her.
Being a hero meant dealing with villains. It was a simple fact that everyone understood when they signed up to be heroes. Up until now, however, Izuku never really asked himself what that actually felt like. Villains were just bad guys that one needed to take down before they could hurt more innocent people.
Crimson Crusher was the exact type of villain.
She turned murder into a business. One that she not only took pride in but sincerely loved. Even now she was bragging about how her men were hurting his classmates. To her, murder was business and pleasure.
Anger was not a particularly familiar feeling to Izuku. He could get upset or frustrated or annoyed. But in his admittedly short life, Izuku never felt the rage he was experiencing right now.
He never hated anyone as much as he did Crimson Crusher.
She is still a person.
Even if she was a horrible person, she was still a human being. And he refused to take a life of someone that he could stop without restoring to murder. He held onto that simple truth and focused on task at hand.
He didn't know how her suit and weapon worked. Logic dictated that there had to be a limit to how many times he could break her hammer before it stayed broken for good. But so far such a limit didn't seem to exist.
I am fighting on her terms. I need to make her fight on mine.
Up until now, he focused on ending the fight as soon as possible by disarming her. He didn't even use his flight as much as he should have, focusing too much on staying close to her on the ground.
But not anymore.
"Taking to the skies, huh," her eyes narrowed in amusement. "Well, let's see if you can stay there for long!"
She threw her hammer at him, letting the miniature thrusters turn it into a missile as it shot towards him. Instead of blocking or punching it away as he did before, Izuku dodged out of the way before descending onto Crimson Crusher.
Before he could get his hands on her, though, her hammer changed trajectory and smashed right between the two - cracking the ground and sending debris and dust flying through the air. It didn't seem like something the villainess commanded, though.
He took to the air again. As expected, the hammer was thrown after him just as before. However, this time it continued to chase Izuku even after he changed directions mid-air several times in a row. No matter where he went, it would follow him even after getting a significant distance away from its user.
Which gave him an idea.
"Hey! Where are you going, you brat?!"
Izuku didn't pay attention to the woman. Instead he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Clear the way! Everyone, get out of the way!"
He couldn't break her hammer. But he could separate it away from her by making it chase after him. And if he led it right between him classmates and her mercenaries, thus giving his friends a chance to turn the tides of a fight? Then it was all the better.
He suspected that Crimson Crusher's hammer was more than just a weapon. It seemed to work more like its own living thing. It either destroyed or was destroyed. Either way, it would learn and get better. When it hit him, it memorised his weak spots. When it got broken by him, it changed itself to get stronger and sturdier.
And when he dodged it, it learned how to be faster. And now it was trying to catch him or get destroyed again to improve once again.
Which is why it seemed to ignore the commands of its owner to return.
Even with her own suit providing flight, Crimson Crusher couldn't catch up to Izuku and her own hammer as the two zipped all over the USJ building. He led the hammer through every zone, picking up more and more speed with every circle he flew. Soon, everything around him was a blur and Izuku could hear nothing but the sonic booms he and the hammer produced.
To an outsider's eye, it would looks like two blurs - one red and one white - rushed all over the place without any set direction or sense to their motions. All while Crimson Crusher cursed out in Russian and tried to get her weapon back.
At the end of the day, however, the hammer was just a piece of technology. A highly-advanced one but technology nonetheless. It wasn't built to keep up the same speed as Izuku for this long. And soon its form started to grow more and more unstable until the weapon exploded into a cloud of red and black nanites.
Down below, Crimson Crusher howled in frustration as her armour fell apart. The nanites that made it rushed towards the ones chasing him. It seemed that the hammer somehow overwrote whatever program ran the armour and decided to better its chances by stripping its owner of any defense. Crimson Crusher was stuck in her normal clothes while the cloud of nanites rushed after him.
It was the perfect time to finish it.
"Ashido! Aoyama!" He landed between the two of his classmates, shattering the ground under his feet. "Hit that thing with everything you got!"
The two were exhausted and injured. But they still jumped into action, showering the nanite cloud with acid and energy blasts. There was no real logic to this combination. The two were simply the closest people Izuku could call on at that moment.
And yet it worked and the melted and burnt pile of nanites remained as it was on the ground.
"Are you okay, Midoriya?" Ashido asked as she knelt by his side. She looked like she had gone through hell herself.
"I am fine," he wheezed, surprised by his own exhaustion. He couldn't have spent more than ten minutes or so in the air. And yet he felt like he ran a marathon. So that's what his top speed flight felt like. "What about the others? Is everyone-?"
"Alive? Yes. But you better hope that help comes soon," a hooded figure approached them. The man raised his arms in mock surrender when he noticed Izuku's reaction. "Relax, I am on your side."
"It's true, Midoriya," Ojiro said as he carried Tsuyu on his back. "Shimura-san came in here to help."
Shimura?
"Wait, are you Shimura Tenko?" Izuku asked incredulously. The young man looked almost nothing like the Flight Hero: Jetforce. "What are you even doing here?"
He casually pointed at the restrained and unconscious Red Hands, "You can thank your friend for telling me you were here."
"A friend? Wait, you mean Iida-kun?" Shimura-san nodded. "Is he alright? How did he-"
"He crashed into a shop I was at. Looked like someone set him on fire, too. The people tried to call an ambulance for him but the guy refused to go until someone contacted heroes," the man rolled his eyes. "I promised to come here and help you kids out as long as he calmed down."
Everyone sighed in relief, happy to know that their friend was safe and sound now. Outside, they could hear the sirens of ambulances and police cars. Soon, their teachers arrived as well.
Most of their class managed to get away with minor injuries. However, far too many of them were rushed off into a hospital.
Todoroki suffered from frostbite due to overuse of his right side as well as multiple fractures on his left one. The others with fractured or broken limbs included Tsuyu, Sato and Jirou. Yaoyorozu was rushed off into urgent care with a serious concussion. Ojiro had over a dozen stab and slash wounds of varying severity. And then there was Iida with multiple burns all over his body.
While every single member of Red Hands present was arrested, Crimson Crusher herself had escaped.
And more worryingly, Red Rush was nowhere to be found.
-I-
Lyubov could remember the days of poverty and powerlessness. The days when she had to go to sleep early to not feel the hunger. The nights she rummaged through garbage for anything she could sell or use. Those experiences toughened her up. They became her motivation to never find herself in such a position again.
Getting Red Rush wasn't just about getting her way with the government and those lucrative military contracts. It was about taking down the man that humiliated her and made her feel worthless and weak again. For as long as Red Rush lived, she could never feel truly in control of her own life.
I'll get him next time.
For now, she would comfort herself with knowing that she got some good data out of this mess. That Midoriya kid had some really impressive stats and she couldn't wait to crack all the ways she could counter his powers. After that? She would definitely sell it on Japanese black market. Hopefully, the lucky buyers would do that brat in.
She opened the door to her safe house. The moment she stepped inside, she summoned one of her backup armor suits and hammer. There was an intruder. One that reminded him of a particularly unpleasant brat.
"Identify yourself," she spoke firmly. "Before they have to identify your body in a morgue."
"My name is Inko Midoriya. I am here to discuss your attack on USJ today."
The woman was dressed in the familiar white suit. The symbol on her chest just further confirmed it and Lyubov scowled.
"Are you related to Midoriya Izuku?" Lyubov asked. The woman's gaze hardened, confirming her suspicions. "That brat cost me millions in equipment. I don't know what the deal is with you two but you better-"
"My relations are of no concern to you."
Lyubov felt the woman's fingers pierce through her armor and push against her throat. Her nails, cold and sharp as steel, pressed into her soft flesh. The armoured villainess felt her skin tear just enough to let a little blood out.
All while the woman kept her calm smile on that beautiful face.
"Whatever you lost today is insignificant compared to what you are about to gain," she smiled, still keeping her fingers close to her throat. Lyubov could tell, all this woman needed was to drag a nail across her neck and she would choke on her own blood. "Tell me, Lyubov, how do you feel about taking your business to the next level?"
She waited for the woman to remove her hand from her throat. She nursed her small injury, watching the green-haired monster with fear and worry. She didn't look angry or upset or… anything, really. She didn't have any emotion in those deep green eyes at all.
For Lyubov, killing was means to an end. It was business.
But for this woman, killing was as natural as breathing.
"What would that next level be, exactly? Are we talking about global arms trade?"
"Extraterrestrial, actually."
Lyubov's eyes narrowed. She heard through her channels about the aliens and their existence. She rarely brother to follow through with those leads. Most of the aliens on Earth were either refugees from other planets or those after said refugees. Nobody worth her time and effort came to Earth from outer space.
That didn't mean she couldn't hear this woman out.
"I'm listening."
"I require your services, connections and manpower. In exchange for providing those, I intend to allow Red Hands and you access to the arms trade across the universe. I've seen what you can do with your world's materials and technology. I can only imagine what you will accomplish once you have access to other worlds."
"Hmmm, tempting. But I prefer to get advance for my services. My men and I don't work without proof that the other party can deliver on their promises."
The woman smiled and snapped her fingers.
The lights flickered and went out. Lyubov reached for her weapon but it proved unnecessary. She wasn't met with an attack or an ambush. Instead, she was given a gift.
"Red Rush…"
The hero was unconscious and restrained on the floor. He was burned and broken badly. But it was undeniably him.
"Do not worry, we have heavily sedated him before coming here," she said calmly. "Apparently, he pushed the other speedster out of the range of the blast. Very heroic, really. While your men distracted the students, I had Golden Sun retrieve him from USJ's grounds."
"Why are you giving him to me?"
"Think of it as a test. You can get him to your government and hope that he doesn't run away as he had done many times before. You can experiment on him if you want. You can sell him off to the superhuman traffickers. You can ransom him back to Guardians if you want to."
Whichever option she chose, she could benefit from it. However, there was more to this offer than just this and she knew it.
"Or…?"
"Or you can kill him."
What?
"Why would I do that? Do you have any idea how many years I dedicated to capturing him?" She glared at the woman. "And now you want me to just what, kill him? What makes you think this is something that I want?"
"I am giving you an opportunity to free yourself."
"Free myself? Don't make me laugh," Lyubov scowled. "I am already free!"
"Are you, though? You lost many good men tonight. You lost millions in equipment and weapons. And once your men start making deals, your reputation will suffer as well. And all of this is because you needed to go after Red Rush. And we both know you would do it again if given an opportunity."
Lyubov was silent now, struggling to come up with an answer that she would be happy with.
"You hate this man. But hate is just another form of attachment. And just like love can blind a person to someone else's faults, hate can stall your own path and kill your potential. Whatever you choose, this should be about you. Not him or anyone else."
The woman handed her a knife.
She often pictured the day she would defeat Red Rush. Perhaps it would be by constructing some new killer robot. Or maybe by creating a new type of gravity gun. Maybe some elaborate death trap.
Instead she plunged the blade into the man's chest. A single stab right into the heart of the world's fastest man. He jerked awake, struggling to fight through sedation. His feet kicked up as he tried to run. She held him down and pushed the blade deeper.
He to tried to say something.
"… O… Ol… Olga…"
She watched the light slowly leave his eyes. She pulled out the knife from his chest and watched the blood seep from the wound. It was hard to tell at first glance since the suit was already red and blood barely showed.
And just like that, she killed Red Rush.
"So… What's next?"
Inko smiled.
"We let his friends find him."