Ochako slammed into the ground, a cloud of dust erupting from the impact. The sound of battle had quieted at her sudden appearance, and she strode out of the cloud towards the villains. They opened fire upon her as she strode forward, the bullets bouncing or deflecting off her, the quirk attacks simply washing over her without touching her. She started to run, and the bullets and debris littering the ground around her rose up and were condensed into small balls.
She could see the fear in the eyes of the villains now, some turned to run, others turned desperate and threw explosives or poured even more firepower on her. Her lip twisted in disgust and the balls of condensed metal, stone, and concrete shot out. The attack punched through buildings and bodies alike, blood spurted all around her, and the building collapsed as screams erupted from inside. She paused as she ran past the collapsing buildings, looking to her left she saw the bodies of civilians crushed to death by the building she had destabilized with her attack. Deep inside herself, she felt distantly a sense of horror, revulsion, and the intense desire to die as well for what she had done. She squashed that weakness and continued forward, if the civilians didn't want to get hurt then they should have evacuated the city like the others. Only the complete and utter and destruction of her enemies, and the destruction of the league mattered. She would do anything to accomplish that goal.
She fought her way through more skirmishes in the now ruined streets of the once small town. Where she went, blood and death followed her like a shadow. Her allies cheered and rallied behind her, one of the six angels that had rebuffed Shigaraki and turned the tide of the entire war. She ignored them all, and just continued her path of destruction. In time she came to the center of the conflict, where some of the last high-ranking members of the League had decided to make their final stand.
Spinner, now the League's leader, had proven to be an effective commander, his recent quirk awakening proving to be extremely powerful. He cut down soldiers and heroes alike, breathing noxious gas out of his mouth that he then ignited with his twin swords. She waded into the large cloud of green gas, her helmet filtering out the toxins. Spinner met her in the center of the cloud, twin blades shattering to pieces as they met her gravity armor. He had learned much of fighting since the war started though. He clashed the remnants of the sword together and created a spark. The cloud exploded into a roiling cloud of fiery destruction. Her gravity simply rebuffed it, the attack not even coming close to the level of power that Shigaraki had been able to unleash. There was quite literally, no one alive who could stand against her, save another angel. She basked in her power, staring Spinner straight in the eyes, and the gravity of the situation settled upon him. She brought her hands together as if she was crushing a ball or something similar in her hands and pushed inward with her quirk. For the brief moment, a mote of darkness formed between her hands, and all light around her went out.
The black hole began to suck everything in, and instead of letting it absorb, she simply let it collapse rather than close it safely herself. The mote of darkness had been no bigger than a small pebble. Yet even a black hole of that size, and existing for such a short amount of time had collected an enormous amount of energy. The black hole collapsed in on itself and the energy rippled outward. Spinner's body was torn apart like a sheet of paper through a sawdust machine. His body turned into a fine mist, the ground around her exploded outward and the battlefield became little more than a crater, with her at its center, eerily similar to the after-effects of Shigaraki's Decay.
She began to laugh, a high-pitched cold sound that sounded alien even to her. In the immediate vicinity, it was as if the matter had simply been scooped out. The farther out one went though, the fine destruction gave way to jagged and warped terrain. Bodies missing half of themselves were dotted about, others were simply bloody streaks across the ground, and at the furthest edges of the crater, more whole yet still horribly disfigured bodies were strewn haphazardly. Hero, villain, soldier, and civilian alike, none were spared from the indiscriminate attack.
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Requiem of the Broken
FanficWhen All Might died, killing All for One in the process... the world was left wanting for a new icon as villainy rates skyrocketed. No one, however, could ever hope to take All Mights place as Symbol of Peace. There was no heir to the symbol, and pe...
