The Green Valley Twins

Before the Storm Part 3

"Yes! And its not enough!" Endeavour ripped his shoulder out of All Might's hold. He turned to charge again but was stopped as nail went flying past his face, spinning like a throwing-star. "Wha-what?"

"I believe her quirk is the power to move small things towards herself," All Might elaborated. "She might be out at sea but this ship is absolutely perfect for her. Even if she wasn't on it, I doubt she would fair any less alone in the ocean. Look at her Endeavour, truly look, she's not as helpless as you seem to think." Endeavour watched the battle, Tanith was silent with every attack she committed and the man was constantly screaming at her to go away; his every breath birthing a new flaming monster.

"Whatever their history may be, whatever bond they once shared, it no longer stands." All Might smiled, small and proud, as the fight wore on and on. "I'm glade their bond broke, it gave us an alley. Can you imagine having to fight Tanith by yourself?" Endeavour didn't answer, watching dumbstruck as birds and wolves and dragons carved from flame were batted away with Tanith's every movement. No breath was spared and no energy wasted as she moved, dancing amongst the debris and weapons she summoned. Everything was precise, every attack that landed sent the fire-breath further and further away from their starting point.

"Go now!" Tanith screamed, sending a wave of debris as the man, "my baby! Save her!" her tail crashed down on the deck, sending up what appeared to be a huge metallic door. From it a shooting compartment fueled by more scarlet flames, a single pane of glass bathed in pink light revealed the child captive inside. "NO!" Tanith twisted away from the fire-breather, her claws reaching out to the tube bathed in firelight.

"Too late!" a wave of white barreled into Tanith with all the force of a bullet train, forcing even Endeavour and All Might to brace for impact. The white bullet of fire forced Tanith across the surface of ship, her claws rippling the metal underfoot, her scaly wings spread out wide to protect Endeavour and All Might, her arms braced before herself but it wasn't enough. Her tail got caught, All Might reached up to brace her but instead his hand tipped her balance and Tanith very nearly lost her place before the white flame. Instead, her scales rippled along her spine, her suit opened up like a venous-flytrap. She rolled over the heroes, her hands moving without thought, her armor wrapping around them like a protective dome. The white bullet of fire continued to chase her, pushing her further and further away from All Might and Endeavour until finally she was pinned against the main bridge of the ship. Those on the iceberg watched in horror as their three strongest heroes were destroyed in one brilliant display of white fire.

"finally," the fire-breather coughed, kneeling on the deck, blood dripping down his limbs and down his chin. He breathed heavily, his body shaking as he squinted through the dark lenses of his mask. "'about time... damn... I hate that flame."

"Master!" he looked up to see one of the helicopters swing low, "Jump on!" the helicopter struggled to remain hovering over the unconscious child, two men appeared from the tunnel the tube had been ejected from.

"Idiots!" the man coughed, his legs shaking beneath his weight. Once sure the tube was secured to the helicopter one of the men parted to ensure the fire-breather's safety to the tube.

"Master!" the three men looked towards the thing departing them with a thick shadow, All Might thrust his fist down on them but lucky for them his fist never struck them. "Move it!" the woman on the helicopter screamed, both hands thrust out to the tube, her body half dangling out the side of the chopper. The only thing keeping her in their primary escape route was the man holding her to the doorframe, half his body wrapped around her to pin her against the side and keeping them both from falling off the chopper.

"Release the child!" All Might ordered as he struck again. The woman cried out in pain as ugly fishers of scrapes appeared on her arms, making her electric plane-shield shutter and waver over the fire-breather and the tube.

"Tanith, Tanith! Wake up woman!" Endeavour was shaking the only other body on the ship, the person he assumed was 'Tanith'. She was young, later teens maybe early twenties, with shoulder length emerald green hair and yellow-gold skin. She was dressed in the simple uniform of a nurse, perhaps she had been pulled away from the hospital for the meeting and simply had no time to change clothes before putting on her fearsome scaled-armor. He was concerned with her health because she was covered in bruises and blood was dripping past her lips but other then her singed and smoldering clothes, she didn't appeared harmed by the white-fire that attacked her.

"Tanith! Your daughter needs you!" He shook her shoulder, none-to-gently, urging her awake just so he wouldn't have to make the trip to the iceberg for her. His words worked like magic. Her round childish-face scrunched up, her brows pinched over her nose and her lips twisted; finally her eyes opened. Her eyes were the color of jade, a beautiful color that reflected back his scarlet flames.

"You?" her voice sounded weak, he could barely hear it over the pound of All Might's fists on the villain's shield.

"Wake up you damn woman! Your daughter needs you!" her eyes widened and she found the strength to pushing herself up but it came with the price of her spitting up blood and gripping her ribcage. "Tch, you break a rib or something? Can you fight? How serious are your injuries?" he was only asking because he didn't have the confidence to battle that fire-breathing monster; he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against that monster.

"My... my baby..." she was coughing and wheezing, more blood spilling out from what he thought was a shallow scratch on her side. "I...Izumi... My baby..." he looked up at All Might, hoping his challenger was succeeding where they had failed but to both of their horror, they watched as the helicopter was lifting off—taking the unconscious child with them.

In a heartbeat Tanith lost it.