𝘿𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨|| 𝘽𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙓 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙨

𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

(My descriptions of certain fight moves are not accurate. I take boxing in aerobics at school, analyze fight scenes in action movies and research martial arts videos to help write these things out.)

"𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈!"

"𝙈𝙞𝙘..."

"Ah right! Here comes out third battle of the second round, gun wielder who's mostly likely Snipes and Eraser's secret love child," He got a hit on the head for that, "Professional butt-kicker, Y/N Konstaninovna Wayne from Support Course!"

"WOOO! GO Y/N!"

"WOOP HER BUTTOCKS! SHOW THEM WHAT SUPPORT COURSE IS MADE OF!"

"GOODLUCK N/N!".

"Against Alien Queen who's not afraid to show off her unmatched agility and strength, Mina Ashido from Hero Course!"

"MINNNNNNAAAAA!"

"THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND."

"NUDE FIGHT TO THE DEATH!" Everyone turned to look at the grape, heated glares on him as Tsuyu slapped him unconscious with her tongue. Bless froppy for asserting the crisis.

"Are you all ready to start?"

They nodded.

"THEN GO!" Y/N circled Mina, taking slow, patient steps around to analyze what move she was going to throw first.

"Come on, let's throw hands! You think your big bulky ass built supposed to scare me? I've seen skinner girls fight better than you." She taunted. Y/N laughing at the attempted taunt that was supposed to rile her up, smirked at the pink skinned girl.

"Ashido... I've always wondered...did your momma do it with a cotton candy machine or what? Cause that's a whole lotta pink for one person."

(Mina you best girl I swear, its for ✨drama✨)

"You need to put some respect on my name!"

Bubbles of white mush were thrown her way, dodging them carefully by ducking down. One speck landed on her shirt, burning the material and partial of her skin, making her hiss.

Instead of it just fading away, it spread like wild fire over her shirt, forcing her to take it off hurriedly. Only threads of blue and white were left over puffs of burnt fabric on the ground, small smoke on top. Luckily, she wore a white tank top over a pastel sports bra which thankfully wasn't visible.

"If that was a move to leave me topless, you should have just asked- oof!" She was tackled into the ground, small hands wrapping around her neck as they gently squeezed.

"You flatter yourself too much!" The e/c raised her legs that weren't foolishly pinned down, bending them quickly for the bottom of her feet to met Mina's stomach and kicking upwards, making her fly off of her.

She stuck her landing in an awkward cartwheel, one leg stretched forward. They ran towards each other, the taller girl throwing her arm in a punch when the other grabbed it, brings the fist downwards. Mina quickly kicked Y/N's stomach and pulled her captured arm over her head to twist it with an audible snap.

This made the tattooed girl scream in agony, shoulder dislocated with the move just when she was suddenly flipped over her opponent's back, landing with an crack to the surface.

"SHIT! I'm so sorry,"

"That look like it hurt."

"No brainer Sherlock, she dislocated her shoulder."