The Villainess's Journey To Heroism

Chapter 17: AFO vs All Might

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the deafening roar of the battle unfolding before me. All for One stood there, a monstrous shadow against the backdrop of the collapsing city, his eyes boring into mine.

He spoke, his voice a sickeningly sweet purr, "Hina, my dear. I never expected to see you here, especially with Tomura."

The air crackled with his malice, a chilling reminder of the years I spent under his twisted tutelage. I could feel Bakugou's fear beside me, his hand clammy in mine. He looked from All for One to All Might, his face a mask of confusion.

"He's... he's the one who..." Bakugou stammered, his words lost in the cacophony of the battle.

All Might, a whirlwind of righteous fury, launched himself at All for One. The clash of their powers was a blinding explosion of light and sound, a spectacle that dwarfed even the destruction of the city around us.

But my attention was ripped away from the spectacle by a wave of cold dread. The League of Villains, their faces twisted with malice, were upon us. They moved with a terrifying speed, their attacks aimed at me and Bakugou.

"Hina! Bakugou!" Kirishima's voice, laced with urgency, cut through the chaos. He was close, his eyes wide with fear, and I knew he was in danger. "Grab my arm!"

Bakugou, ever the quick thinker, reacted instantly. He pulled me close, his body pressed against mine, and grabbed Kirishima's hand. With a roar, he unleashed his quirk, propelling us skyward in a fiery blast. I clung to Izuku's hand, my heart thundering in my chest, as Bakugou focused on maneuvering us away from the fray. We were a whirlwind of chaos, a desperate escape from the clutches of the League and the escalating battle below.

Nobody's POV

The air crackled with anticipation as All Might launched himself at All for One, his signature grin replaced by a determined grimace.

"It's over, All for One!" he roared, his voice echoing across the ravaged cityscape. All for One, a chillingly calm figure amidst the chaos, simply chuckled. "You're late to the party, Symbol of Peace," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

The clash was a symphony of destruction, a whirlwind of blows and explosions that shook the very foundations of the city. All Might's punches, imbued with the power of One for All, sent shockwaves that shattered buildings and sent debris flying. All for One, however, was a master of defense, using his stolen quirks to deflect attacks, absorb energy, and even counter with devastating force.

He unleashed a barrage of bone-shattering blows, each one a testament to the stolen power he wielded. All Might, though battered and bruised, refused to yield. He fought with a ferocity born of desperation, his every move a testament to his unwavering resolve.

He unleashed his signature move, "Texas Smash!" a devastating attack that sent All for One flying through the air.

But All for One, ever the master manipulator, had anticipated the move. He twisted in mid-air, a chilling grin spreading across his face, and unleashed a counterattack that sent All Might crashing to the ground. The impact shook the earth, sending tremors through the city.

All Might lay there, his chest heaving, his body wracked with pain. He could feel the power of All for One draining his strength, his very essence. He knew he was losing, but he refused to give up.

With a surge of adrenaline, he rose to his feet, his face contorted in pain. He knew he had to take a gamble, a desperate move that could either save the day or end his career. He unleashed a final, desperate attack, a blast of pure energy that engulfed All for One in a blinding light.

The city held its breath, waiting for the outcome. The dust settled, revealing All Might standing amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving, his body wracked with pain. His once-powerful form was shrunken, his muscles withered, his face etched with fatigue. He looked around, his eyes scanning the devastated cityscape, his gaze finally settling on a figure standing amidst the chaos.

He raised a trembling hand, pointing a finger directly at the camera, his voice a hoarse whisper, "You're next."