Boku no Hero Academia ZX

Chapter 20: The Cold Winds of France

Izuku arrives at the top of the platform overlooking the entire plant-like area. 

"I was wondering when you'd come... Megaman ZX." A female reploid with blue eyes, red hair, anda black and violet coat with pauldrons. 

"I take it you're with the Winds of Destruction?" Izuku asks.

The woman turns around and walks forward. "I am "Mistral"- the Cold Wind of France. And you... your reputation precedes you. A natural-born fighter, even as a child and before being blessed with the power of Biometal X..."

"I can tell you're not fully French." Izuku stated.

"That is correct. I was born in Algeria. I'm only half French. For we had our own civil war in the 90s. So you see? Cut from the same cloth, you and I."

"You don't even know me." 

"I lost my whole family, everything..." She said, causing Izuku to look down. "But I butchered those fuckers." She clenched her hand for a brief moment before releasing. "My family's killers. That's when I realized... I am a killer, too. And a good one at that. I slaughtered dozens in Iraq, in Afghanistan... I'd found my calling."

"Proud of that, are you?" Izuku points his saber at her, stopping her from moving closer to him.

"What happened, happened. To be honest, I found it quite dull." She removes her coatin a suggestive manner. "My enemies fell like domino, one after another. Not once did I feel threatened. I was adrift... without challenge... without purpose... At times, I even envy my prey. At least they had a cause to die for. And then... I met him." 

Asmall, black sphere- about 1/3 as tall as the average man - with a large, blue "eye" and three organic-looking arms, plunged itself at Izuku, who sliced off one of its arms as it squeals on the ground.

"Who?"

"And I knew what I'd been missing. His ideals have my life meaning. Ideals, Mega Man. What are yours?" She asked.

"I... protect the weak and innocent." He replied.

She pulls up the small sphere by two arms while pinning the third down with her heel. "Still..." She then rips off the two arms. "so naive."

"And if I have to fight all of you to protect them... then so be it."

Twirling an arm in her hand, she crushes the sphere underneath her foot. "It seems we have less in common than I thought."

"I'll take it as a compliment." 

"If you would fight for your ideals, then surely you are ready to die for them!" The black spheres jumped on her, detaching their arms and attaching them onto her back, giving her 12 arms while the rest were combined into her weapon.

"Come, mon gars!"