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PARANORMAL LIBERATION WAR ARC
— # part two

content warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, briefly mentioned vomiting.

— "THIS IS ENDEAVOR! does anybody copy?!"

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"THIS IS ENDEAVOR! does anybody copy?!"

the number one hero's voice infiltrated the main communications channel with a sharp ring.

clenching one hand over the vermillion gash that had opened up across his side, he thrashed his way out of the rubble, the amber flames of the other slashing in an arc upon the crumbling dust of falling concrete. iron met endeavor's nostrils, the sharp and unforgiving stench of blood leaving an acrid taste to flood his mouth, no doubt stemming from mangled bodies crushed underneath chunks of fallen beams.

no stone was left unturned in the wave of decay, wind rushing through the crumbled walls of the hospital and brushing up circling smoke.

"if there's anyone who can move without touching the ground, form a perimeter!" he said into the comms, the panicked questions of heroes on the other side falling upon deaf ears as his azure eyes focused on the source of the destruction above him.

shigaraki's figure shone through the dust cloud of ripped-up debris, ignorant to the clawed scratches of dripping crimson lining his exposed limbs.

the villain's words muttered under his breath were frayed, stretched as far as they could go. "it's almost as though i've had my master's stockpiled quirks since the day i was born. i feel like i'm... omnipotent."

clutching the small tin of scarlet bullets previously stolen from chisaki, he slipped them into his pant pocket for later use and lifted the sickly-looking hand he deemed to be his father in search of its guidance. the thoughts running through his mind were ignorant, unaware and uncaring of the danger ahead of him.

"so, why do i feel... unsatisfied?"

then, his limbs snap frozen, almost bracing for an attack to come from someone much more terrifying than the number one hero. the voice of all for one shines brightly through the mass of chaotic noise, carmine eyes flitting down in an attempt to block out any distractions from his master's words.

"one for all."

endeavor blasted through the smoke with a thrash of saffron flames, fist reeled back and glowing with the emitted blaze.

shigaraki grunted upon being interrupted, hand shooting in front of him as a gust of wind blanketed the blaze. cushioned with the shield from the palm of the villain's hand, endeavor's fire whooshed to spread along the body of the shield instead of breaking through to burn the villain on the other side.

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