MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 47

Was it some sort of quirk? Surely it was. No one was that fast, no one could be that fast. This and many more things went through the minds of heroes and villains alike, leaving them in stunned silence.

Overhaul's frown intensified. His hand remained on the floor, waiting for the inevitable moment Eraserhead would blink.

"Get the girl." Y/N muttered under his breath. "I'll deal with the rest."

"Damnit." Under normal circumstances, Mirko would disagree. "Let's hurry up and get this over with."

"I hope you're ready." Aizawa huffed. His eyes burned and the dirt wasn't making it easy for him.

"Ready as can be." Hawks breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

"It would be in your best interest to surrender!" Y/N shouted to the collective of villains.

"Is that what you said to the old man?!" Overhaul shouted, enraged. "Did you give him a chance?!"

"I didn't!" Y/N's expression was unwavering but what he said left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's because your Boss was scum! A relic from a bygone era that needed to be removed!"

"BASTARD!" A hunk of crystals brushed past Y/N's temple, missing him by a hair's width. He took hold of the outstretched arm and reeled an elbow back, striking the villain in the stomach. Then, in a swift and calculated attack, threw his palm up, snapping the man's arm at the elbow.

His boot pivoted on the floor in a roundhouse kick, cracking the crystals over the villain's head before he had time to let out a scream.

"Go!" Aizawa said, blinking.

Overhaul felt a rush of energy tingling throughout his arms. His quirk returned to him and he wasted no time attacking.

A trio of his sharpened stones pierced Y/N's spectral form, giving the others the opening they needed.

Mirko burst forward, undeterred by the shifting ground. Her approach to the limbering villain was fast, far too quick for the man to realize Y/N coming in for a low kick to his ankle.

He was left hanging in the air, open for a double kick directly to his covered face. Mirko's attack left him at the heel of her boots, unconscious while the ground erupted in dust and debris beneath her.

Keigo's feather snaked underneath all the ensuing chaos, catching the robed villain off guard when it cracked off of his temple, leaving him open for a high kick from Aizawa.

The four moved in a group as they rounded the room. Y/N's form blinked left and right, destroying the many spears heading their way. Each impact of his fist or boot created ripples and shockwaves, dispelling dirt and debris.

He came in faster than a speeding bullet, leaving a spear of energy in the last of the brawler duo and shattering a foot of concrete with his fist.

Overhaul's erected shield turned to a cloud of shattered stone, only for it to shape back together in a web of small but razor-sharp stone.

His attack met nothing but air and his lust for vengeance left him blinded. He leaped back, building distance while the ground suddenly stilled and the air felt strangely empty.

"It's over." Hit's cold voice met his ears. "Give up."

Irinaka Joi. Mimic. His quirk was a troublesome one, and it didn't take long to know that he was under the effects of Trigger. He was smart, even under the influence. But there were only so many places you could hide when overlooking the morphed arena.

He fell at Overhaul's feet in an unconscious heap, leaving him alone in a frozen world that belonged to Hit.

"It's useless." He told the villain as he desperately palmed at the ground. "Now, surrender. I won't ask again."