Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

Chaos in the Streets

The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, making me hyper-aware of everything around me—the distant hum of the city, the noise of the amusement park,  the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the faint sound of footsteps behind me.

Wait. 

Footsteps?

Before I could fully process the sound, I caught a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision. Several figures emerged from the surrounding alleys and rooftops, all of them wearing those creepy bird beak masks, just like the ones Shoto had described.....

Oh, great. 

Just what I needed—a flock of angry pigeons.

And Overhaul right there...

His minions....

One of them stepped forward, and I noticed a subtle hand gesture from Overhaul as he disappeared around the corner. It was like he was giving them a silent order to... what? 

Capture me? 

Take me down? 

I wasn't about to stick around to find out.

The masked goons started closing in, surrounding me like a pack of wolves circling their prey. But if they thought I was going to just roll over and let them have their way, they were in for a rude awakening.

Guess it's time to see how good this training really is.

I tightened my grip on the daggers Stain had given me, feeling their familiar weight in my hands. 

Here goes nothing.

The first guy lunged at me, swinging a metal pipe like he was playing baseball. I ducked under the swing, stepping to the side and slashing my dagger across his arm in one smooth motion. He yelped in pain, dropping the pipe as blood started to seep through his sleeve.

One down, a million to go.

Another masked thug tried to grab me from behind, but I spun around just in time, driving my elbow into his gut and bringing my knee up to his face. He stumbled back, clutching his nose and groaning in pain.

Okay, maybe not a million. 

More like half a million.

They kept coming at me, one after another, like some kind of twisted game of Whack-a-Mole. But I wasn't about to let them pin me down. I moved quickly, staying light on my feet, dodging and weaving between them as I landed precise strikes with my daggers.

At one point, I slipped between two of the thugs, causing them to crash into each other in a spectacularly clumsy way. I couldn't help but laugh as they both fell to the ground, tangled in a mess of limbs.

Wow, these guys are really not the sharpest tools in the shed, huh?

Another guy came at me with what looked like a stun baton, trying to zap me into submission. I sidestepped his attack, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back, making him drop the baton. With a quick kick to the back of his knee, he crumpled to the ground, groaning.

Thank you, Stain-sensei. 

I owe you one.

But despite the hilarity of their incompetence, I knew I couldn't afford to let my guard down. There were still a lot of them, and if I wasn't careful, I'd end up getting swarmed. So, I kept moving, kept fighting, my mind racing to stay ahead of them.

One of the goons tried to grab my shoulder, but I ducked, sliding under his arm and slashing his leg with my dagger as I moved past him. He let out a scream and dropped to the ground, clutching his leg.

And that's what you get for underestimating a kid who fights  quirkless.

Another thug lunged at me with a knife, but I disarmed him with a quick flick of my wrist, sending the blade clattering to the ground. I followed up with a roundhouse kick to his head, sending him flying into a nearby trash can.

That's right, trash belongs in the trash.

The rest of the masked men started hesitating, clearly unsure about how to deal with me. They probably weren't expecting a quirkless kid to put up this much of a fight. I could almost see the gears turning in their heads as they reconsidered their life choices.

Maybe they should've chosen a different career path—

like knitting or something. 

Much safer.

Finally, one of the remaining thugs decided to go for broke, charging at me with a wild, desperate look in his eyes. I sighed, shaking my head. 

Amateur.

I sidestepped his clumsy attack and brought my dagger up to his throat, stopping just short of cutting him. He froze, his eyes wide with fear as he realized how close he was to getting his throat slashed.

I leaned in close, lowering my voice to a deadly whisper. 

Me: You chose the wrong guy to mess with..... 

The thug nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I shoved him away, watching as he stumbled back and fell to the ground, scrambling to get away from me.

And that's how you deal with a flock of angry pigeons.

I stood there for a moment, breathing heavily as I surveyed the damage. The street was littered with groaning, defeated thugs, all of them nursing their injuries and clearly regretting their life choices.

Well, that was fun.