A Wolf Among the Sheep

Internships: Bloody Dawn

Apollyon, led by Tomura, asked curiously. "So, who is this person who wishes to meet me?"

Tomura replied, not really caring about this, since it wasn't death or decay. "I've mentioned her before. Ragnarsdottir."

That got a nod, her turning to see a woman walking down towards her. She was just as brutish as her father's namesake. "I see..." Her stride was arrogant, and the dark smile she held reminded her greatly of the savagery of the vikings. Her weapon, a large hefty hammer, splattered with blood that wasn't her own...

She was everything she despised, in all honesty. Not that she would turn down such a wolf, after her resounding victory over Yoroi Musha. 

Her thoughts turned to the rest of the evening, as the city burned... it was then that she felt it. Eyes watching her. Not her own. That was when two figures arrived, jumping down from above. Looking over to the figure obscured by the dark, she heard a rough voice call out from the shadows: "You! Apollyon! You shall die for the sins you have committed against heroism."

However... Apollyon was most definitely amused by the theatrics. On people not confident in their skill, well... they'd be frightened. But after giving the man a proper look, seeing his gear, his blades, and what his quirk was likely to be... well... she wasn't afraid of her chances. "Oh, really?" Withdrawing her blade, she walked towards him, asking outright, "And who is to be my adjudicator?"

Striding forth, the shadows hiding his form briefly from the light of Hosu's fires. "I am the one who will Stain my hands with blood until nothing but true heroes remain." Pointing his chipped blade at her, he growled, "As long as you live, that will never happen."

"Ah... Stain. I welcome you to try." Bowing theatrically, she let the bloody serial killer rush towards her, blades reaching for her... 

Stain bolted down the alley, towards the prey that had so willingly given itself to him. This would be the vengeance of all that was right and just, his chipped blades keening for blood, abused as they were even now. He spat his platitudes, something which she didn't deserve to hear, until they shattered against her armor.

The force the man had used was clearly too much for how battered they were. While they may have been good for drawing blood, something Tomura had warned her of... it had weakened their integrity. That, plus the worse steel used, was more than enough to break the blades being used. Jumping back, he narrowed his eyes. Grinning, 

"Not used to armor actually being used for protection?" She smiled under the helm. "Go on, try again."

Withdrawing other blades, far shorter knives, he tried again, but this time, she acted, swinging in an arc, forcing him to duck under, where she was able to then, slash out with her gauntlet, the force of which launched him into the nearby wall to her left. Due to his momentum, it was... a rough landing, to put it mildly.

Walking to him as he struggled to get to his feet, she sighed. "I hoped you were an actual fighter. I hoped you weren't so reliant on your gimmick that I could even consider sparing you. Allmight's legacy, distilled to this..." 

"Leave... his... name... out of your filthy mouth." Standing up despite the pain, he whirled around and stabbed at her... only to have been read like a book.

Deflecting the blow with a slap of her arm, she stated, "You fight like an animal. Not a wolf. There's only simple thoughts, of jesters in costume, only a perverse instinct behind your gaze. No, you are a spider. Setting up your web, drawing them in. Using your paralysis to expose and kill them. You're... opportunistic, and believe anyone who succumbs to your quirk deserves their fate." She stepped back, away from his strike, before kicking him back. This wasn't a fight. She was directly toying with him. Before, it was disarming him, and now she wanted to test his mettle. "I've actually met Allmight several times, and to be honest... I agree with you, Stain."