that's just how it works [REWRITING]

robotic blockade [3]

. . .

   U.A. High School's hero course. A training school for those whose goal is to acquire the necessary qualifications needed for pro heroes. Among similar courses across the country, theirs is the most popular-- and most competitive. Their acceptance rate is less than one in three hundred every year. Graduating from U.A. is a requirement for becoming a great hero. 

   And so, here you were, standing and waiting to be released into the urban area for the practical exam to start.

   Around you, students were in awe of how big the urban area was-- and the fact that there was more than one of them on school grounds. You admit it is pretty impressive. However, it is U.A., the best of the best. 

   You stretch down to your toes and come back up, rolling up one vertebra at a time.

   You had changed from your Junior High uniform to a more comfortable and stretchy outfit- just a quick tank top with shorts and a jacket. Your socks reached up to your knees and were just tight enough. 

   Compression socks, you gotta love 'em. 

   However, you were wishing you chose a tad bit warmer of an outfit. The February chill was circling around your legs, inching up more and more. 

   In the middle of tightening your running shoes' laces, Present Mic's voice rang out around you all.

   "Okay, go! What's wrong? There are no real countdowns in a real battle!"

   Everyone seemed off-put by the sudden start, but that's what separated them from you. You sprang into action, quickly running into the urban area, heading straight for the center.

   It really was a typical urban area. Asphalt streets surrounded you with tall buildings rising to the sky. Your feet pounded against the ground as you searched for some trouble to look in the eye.

   Conveniently, a one-pointer veered into your line of sight, locking onto you immediately. You didn't slow down.

   You jumped at it and spun around to gather momentum before kicking at it. The steel toe of your shoe connected with it, and you released a strong volt of electricity, centered at your foot. The steel amplified the shock, and the robot was fried. It fell down in a smokey heap, and you quickly ran again.

   You hopped from robot to robot, performing similar electric shock tricks to take them out. You heard a three-pointer approaching from behind, and you backflipped over it, slamming your fist down onto it. A sphere of water exploded beneath your hand as your hand made contact with the robot, and you flipped away again. In the air, you mimicked finger guns as you shot electricity at the wet robot.

   51... Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, you scanned the area for some more robots to take out. Something caught your eye, and you quickly focused on it.

   Three three-pointers and a two-pointer had surrounded an overwhelmed-looking kid. It felt like all your senses were lit on fire as you dashed over. One of the robots lifted its arm to do damage when your foot connected with the side of its head. You wrapped your arm around another robot's neck and pulled it down with the first one. Electricity bounced off you, stunning the robots on the ground. 

   You rolled towards the third robot and slammed your fist into the side, cushioning it with some dark clouds so you didn't hurt yourself. You gripped onto something on it and pulled it away from the kid, turning to slam it into the fourth robot. The two robots fell onto the first two, falling apart in a big heap.