𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪsʜɪᴍᴀ

° . 01: 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 . °

"10-79 at the Kinakuji temple in northern Kyoto!!"

"10-10 down the ***** street involving a group of teenagers!"

"At the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden in Shibuya, there's a 10-32 involvin-"

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞 as she swung her leg to the left. It met a man's head, giving him a concussion. Another came from behind her, long knives in the air with his fingers extended out to control him.

His quirk must be Puppeteer, he can only control non-living things.

Tempus gracefully passed by them, being careful not to get cut due to it being careful. She then slid on her knees and extended her leg forward, tripping the man. He irked and quickly got up, trying to control the knives from earlier to hit her.

***

"You can't fucking rely on physical combat, you have to fucking use your quirk. Who gives a shit that someone dies?"

***

She furrowed his eyebrows at her flashback, pushing her elbow back to break the man's nose. Bullets came raining down on her left, a man with guns transforming and now serving as his hands. Tempus glanced back at the knives and saw it was frozen.

Frozen. There was no ice or anything constricting it like it was paused. And that's how she wanted it.

Grabbing the unconscious puppeteer's arm, she swung it hard, remembering that it took his hand gestures to move things. The knives glided and arrived in front of her. The bullets that once were shooting at her, it ricochets in return

Blood drew out from the man with the gun quirk. Aww shit, she accidentally fatally injured someone. The knives fell to the floor with a loud, obnoxious clang, she stood up and sighed.

Walking to the man who got shot, she stared at his wounds. It's deep but he would live unless the blood loss will get to him first.

She pulled out a roll of white bandages and unraveled it, tearing it quickly. Then started wrapping around the man's chest and torso. It's out of her protocol and will definitely get scolded for this, maybe punished, but. . . he's still alive.

Finishing reviving him, it'll take everyone in this facility to wake up in a day or two. Two weeks for the shot one.

Popping four pills from the bottle she carried around into her mouth, she unbuckled the walkie talkie from her belt and brought it up to her mouth. She has to be necessary when it comes to asking because there are too many squads and there will be no one to take care of the other crimes. Too little and it'll cause several more problems.

"Bring two squads to take care of this drug trafficking mess and three dozen gangsters. ." Her voice is crisp and smooth. "I'll deal with the 10-79, 10-10, and the 10-32."

Before she let the person talk on the side of the line, she turned it off and left.

♬ °. ☼. ° ♬

She came from above, entering through the roof. Her high top military boots echoing in the temple. Police officers were all over the place and a few Pro Heroes were there.

There was a woman who was tall and curvaceous with sky blue eyes. Large spike purple hair and a very sexual hero costume. A red mask to outline her eyes and carries two feather fans along with a flogger whip.

There was also a tall slender man with completely blank eyes. His hero costume being a tan cloak and a high collar resembling a double-breasted trench coat.