liquid smooth | mha x kny

OO8. MAKE WAY, VILLAINS!

Makomo's hand gripped her sword tight, blood rushing through her body. Her ears were ringing, deafeningly loud. It drowned out all surrounding sounds as her senses were tuned to the maximum. Her eyes flickered, watching as Mr. Aizawa leaped over the rail and into the fray. Hordes of villains walked through the mist, which seemed to serve as a portal. If she had to guess, they numbered in the thousands. That meant that in every zone, there were at least a hundred villains.

"A hero..." He shouted as he leapt down. "Can't make it far if they're a one-trick pony!" His nylon capture scarf flowed in the wind as he descended. 

Makomo tensed. She loved battling, but she wasn't capable of protecting her classmates. There were twenty people under her and Thirteen's care, and that was just too much for her to handle. At most, she could protect five, meaning that a majority of her classmates would be unprotected.

"Students, let's go! Come, follow me!" Thirteen's voice boomed. Makomo followed her orders, though with hesitance. Could she really leave thousands of villains to Aizawa? He may have been a pro, but he wasn't invincible. He was a mortal man with a mortal body.

Still, she put that swirling feeling aside as she slowly trailed behind her class, assuming a position at the rear end of their group. That way, Thirteen could protect them from the front, and she could block attacks from the back.

Suddenly, she stiffened, feeling a change in the nearby precipitation. Her eyes shot towards the source, finding a pool of black mist materializing.

"It's a pleasure, Hero Students." The misted figure said. His voice sounded anything but apologetic. "We are the League of Villains. Though it is rude, we've taken the courtesy of inviting ourselves inside to greet you all. Besides, don't you think that this place would be a fitting deathbed for your beloved All Might?

He was supposed to be here today, no? Alas, plans are always changing, an event we had not foreseen. Ah, though it won't matter much. After all, I still have a job to do."

His body warped, shifting with the wind. Makomo braved her sword, rushing towards the villain as she swung her blade. On either side of her, two of her fellow classmates followed suit, utilizing their quirks to attack.

A loud explosion covered the entrance to the building as the three of them attempted their attacks. Makomo's sword swung cleanly through the mist, though it inflicted no damage as the air seemed to shift to avoid her weapon. 

Bakugou and Kirishima didn't seem to be having too much luck with their attacks either, but the three of them stood among the debris, staring at the villain.

"What, did'ya think we'd just let you tear this place down?" Kirishima asked. 

The air settled around them. "You're quite impressive, students. You're the kind of children U.A takes pride in. However, I advise you tread lightly, lest someone get hurt." The mist spoke, it's bold yellow eyes staring into Makomo's blue ones.

"Get out of the way, kids!" Thirteen shouted.

It was too late.

"I'll scatter you," the villain said. His body spread out towards the students, and Makomo felt herself get pulled into it's grasp. "To meet my friends, and your end!"

She shoved some people as far away as she could, away from the mist. Away from her. It worked minimally, though as the purple mist cleared, Makomo found herself falling in the sky. She looked beneath herself, finding the Conflagration Zone below. 'Eighth Form, Waterfall Basin!'

She cushioned her landing with her breathing style, and she watched as hundreds of villains surrounded her. 'Third Form! Flowing Dance!'

Using her blade, paired with her agility, she swept through the enemies. Her footwork was light as she blitzed around, water creeping behind her as she shred through their limbs. She made sure not to go overboard; they were humans, and despite their crimes, they didn't deserve death. She avoided their vitals, choosing to sever appendages in a way that would leave them with a separated limb, but at least they could keep their lives.