Bonds - The Past Echoes | MHA Reader-Insert

Upon an Unsuspecting Populace

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*Crash*

A symphony of shattered glass echoed far past the theater, failing to reach a wider audience as the streets of Serreno remained as lifeless as the time of day. Not one of the panes that comprised the window pyramid was spared, including the one that you left perpendicular to the building. Each cultist smashed through a couple at minimum to make their way onto, or over, the rooftop.

Quickly scanning the full range of your necks and eyeballs in front of you, there were only fourteen cultists to be found. The Speaker and his guard were not among those that barged out of the theater.

What became of them, none of you noticed, as the instinct to flee from danger (to the point you decided to leap down to the adjoining rooftop) superseded the desire to keep your eyes on them. In the order of Mimitaka, you, Asahi, Yuko, and Face-Off from left to right, the five of you hurtled through several meters of air.

Flight surrendered to fight as easily as one would expect, with Mimitaka activating her quirk to speed into the theater before any of the cultists could land, scorching the cloaks of those she passed in the process. Finding no trace of the two higher ups, she shot straight up to get a bird's eye view of the surrounding area. The shadowy hoods that had survived the first time around disintegrated, with the remains of their robes slowly dissolving under Mimitaka's Radiance.

Too high in the air for the enemy to be an immediate threat to her (to survey an area that was emptier than the Dust Bowl), you and the Serreno pros were left to fend for yourselves. The four of you landing on the lower building at the same time the cultists landed on the restaurant, they proceeded to make the same leap down that you did, giving you only a few seconds to prepare yourselves for battle.

All you and Asahi needed to do was raise your fists and get into your stances, a standard judo pose and an unrealistic low to the ground pose reminiscent of capoeira, respectively.

Yuko attempted to gather the darkness to form her signature chains, but the light your sister gave off made that nearly impossible. Audibly grumbling that the girl continued to be a menace, her braces revved up for a moment before she took her usual wide back stance. Smashing her empowered foot into the roof, she nearly sent all of you into whatever rooms you were currently standing over.

Now that there was a need for it, Face-Off finally performed his namesake maneuver.

The arms that he kept hidden in his oversized sleeves shot out with the speed of switchblades to reveal four meter long red, meatlike tentacles. The slow metamorphosis of his body included the destruction of his earthly form, with his skin and bones having long since disappeared. This left him with only the flesh between them as his body and the remnants that had yet to change (the three total stubs at the ends used to be his fingers).

As swiftly as they lashed out to their full length, the tentacles whipped towards the mask he wore, the "fingers" piercing through the synthetic skin with ease. With an equally unnecessary display of power, both tendrils swiped to the side to reduce the false face to flesh colored confetti, freeing his true visage from its latex-leather prison.

There is no way to sugarcoat this, for the description is accurate to the point of being insulting; he looked like a giant worm.

His head and neck had fused together ages ago, but it wasn't until his early 30's that all the mass past his chest decided to migrate further down. That left his noodle as a–well, noodle, with his head becoming equal in appearance to the slim tentacles that were now his arms, save for his single eye and crooked mouth.