Eraserhead and Joke

Eraser/Joke

Shota Aizawa choked as the slimy rope of flesh tightened around his throat.

"This is why," he gasped. "I hate heteromorphs."

"I hate heroes too. I guess we both have a reason to kill each other," his opponent said.

Shota clawed at the tentacle, but his fingers slid off before he could get a good grip.

Black spots danced in his visions, obscuring parts of his opponent's squid shaped head.

"Stop struggling and die already, hero. You were dead the moment my tentacle snared you. Accept it like a good little hero."

Shota's fingers dug around his utility belt.

At first, they found nothing. Shota's prospects of living darkened even as the world around him began to turn black. Then, he felt sharp cold metal.

"I am not dead yet," he gasped.

Raising a steel caltrop, he brought one of the points down on the rubbery coil of flesh squeezing the life from him.

Sweet air cooled the burning sensation in Shota's lungs as he dropped to the pavement. He landed hard on one knee and then rolled as another tentacle shot towards him from the villain's face.

Smooth, soft cloth ran through Shota's fingers as he lashed out with the scarf around his neck, catching the villian's arms with a loop of the cloth.

He then ran around the villain dodging strikes from tentacles that fell to the pavement with a wet slap every time they missed him.

"I think it is my turn to tell you struggling is useless," Shota said.

The villain strained against the cloth that bound it in a cocoon.

"You think you have caught me, huh?" he said.

"You are not going anywhere. Might as well relax and wait for the police to come for you. It is the rational thing to do here," Shota said.

"I don't think so," the villain said just as Shota's bonds slipped off his rubbery flesh.

"Take this hero," he said, flinging something shiny at Shota's face.

The object sped towards him like a bullet. There was no time for him to get out of the way.

Shota braced himself for the pain when the object hit only for his entire body to hit the pavement hard enough for stars to cloud his vision.

"I never thought of you as a seafood person, Eraser-head."

Shota blinked away the stars and looked up to see a woman with stripped pants decorated with smiley faces standing over him.

"Why did it have to be Ms. Joke?" Shota asked.

"Aw, don't be like that Eraser. You know you love it when a girl saves your life," Ms. Joke said.

"This doesn't have anything to do with you being a girl and everything to do with you being far too chatty. Look out."

Ms. Joke stepped to the side and a tentacle hit the pavement inches away from where she had been standing.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I prefer shrimp to calamari. Calamari is far too rubbery," She said, giving the villain a smile.

The villain started choking, water bubbling from between his tentacles as he gasped. Unlike, Shota, though he wasn't being strangled.

"You have quite the funny laugh, Mr. Calamari," Ms. Joke said.

This caused the villain to choke even harder.