The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 81 - Kirishima.

Kirishima was stood patiently beside Togata and Nighteye, waiting for the raid to begin on the base of Overhaul, purely so they could rescue Eri. He hated having to let her go back to that monster a few days past. They were down the street from where they were needed to go. It was set to kick off entirely at 9am, as most people were now at work, and children were safely in school. Perfect time to do a large raid so that no civilians were caught in the crossfire. The three men had been joined by Aizawa, Fat Gum, Ryukyu, Gran Torino, Rock Lock, and a few other lesser known pro heroes, as well as numerous cops. They also had Tsuyu, Neijire and Tamaki there. Neijire was being surprisingly quiet, which was weird to see considering she was usually a very bubbly and highly talkative woman.

"Who exactly are we waiting on? Why can't we get going now?" Rock Lock grumbled, clearly getting impatient. Kirishima wasn't too much of a fan of the bloke, too impatient, but he did respect him.
"Red Riot got us some extra help with added muscle. We're waiting on them to come now as we said 9am start time." Nighteye informed and everyone turned to him, who didn't shy away from the sharp gazes, as much as he secretly wanted to.
"Who exactly is the help?" Rock Lock turned dark brown eyes to him.
"I can't say right now. Just wait a moment and they'll be here." He replied, resulting in Rock Lock stepping forward as though to confront him, hand outstretched.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Aizawa piped up. 

Only he and Nighteye knew of who he'd brought in for help on this dangerous mission.
"Why?" Lock glanced at the tired pro.
"Because if you grab Riot, and leave a mark, make him upset or frighten him in any way, you're literally marking your own grave. Simple as that." Aizawa glared.
"I'm a pro hero, that doesn't scare me."
"There are four people who outright terrify you though." Ryukyu stated, getting a single nod in answer, shocking many there. Ah, he must be one that can admit to something that scares him.
"Who would that be?" Gran Torino asked.
"Ever heard of the Gods of Death or the Vicious Duo?" Lock Rock answered.
"Who is that? Gods of Death? Or Vicious Duo for that matter?" Togata questioned, with a mix of curious and puzzlement on his face. 

Most of them nodded, also wondering. He just kept quiet.
"I've heard of them. The GODs are buried deep without the underground and are more ghost than anything else. Hardly ever seen until it's literally too late. A ridiculously powerful duo, who are called in on the dangerous jobs that normal heroes can't do or touch. It's also the same for the Vicious Duo. They follow no one's orders except Mr Baines, from the W.H.A, and even that's iffy depending on who they are after. They've never failed a job they are tasked with. They first appeared about ten years ago, from seemingly nowhere but no one has been able to find out how or where from. All that is known is they are highly skilled and have Executioner World Hero licenses, earned five years ago, which to get is much harder than the test for normal heroes to take, with only around one or two percent of people passing. They got full marks on the exams when they took it." Fat Gum stated, making those who'd never heard of them, eyes go wide in astonishment, with a tinge of fear.

"That's crazy!" Togata gawked. Kirishima glanced at his blonde companion. He couldn't wait to see his reaction when realising who was joining them.
"Sure is. Apparently, their intelligence level is also on par with Nezu." Fat Gum said.
"Higher actually." A new, deeper voice had heads turning quickly to peer behind Aizawa, who just glanced over his shoulder before stepping to the side. No one had heard anyone approach! Two black haired people had joined, with barely any flesh showing on their bodies. There was no mistaking the raw power that they had just from approaching. One was predominantly taller than the other, but they were no less intimidating. One male. One female. Both dressed entirely in black. The male had a black metal mask with small slits in that hides his lower face and most of his nose, held in place by two straps with buckles at the back of his head. It draws your attention to his sharp venom green eyes that seem to just take in everything with a single glance. The female had a mask that covers the entire face, baring black painted lips and chin. Made entirely of black stained leather and shaped into a fierce dragon's face, complete with twisted horns and held in place by incredibly sturdy leather straps and buckles around the back of her skull. The most overwhelming thing are the sizzling flame coloured eyes that glow within the mask's shadows.