" Ok, I will explain the rules in detail, so listen up! " Midnight smirked. " Each team gets their choice of two weapons and support items, along with visors to protect their eyes, and a chest plate with the amount of points they have which is averaged every other second. " She gestured at the hologram showcasing a black chest-plate with LED's incorporated under a layer of plastic polymer encompassing the front if the flashing lights were accurate. " Each pellet has a point value encoded by the gun they are shot out of, while they are getting shot out of it, and whenever a shot makes contact, the suit gives a little shock the shot party, the size in direct relationship to the number of points they were shot with. The amount of points the pellet has is removed from the shot party is then added to the one shooting them. Quirks are, of course, allowed. " She relaxed a bit as the explanation was over. " Any questions? "
Izuku paused for a second. Then raised his arm, grabbing attention from the rest of the participants. "Can you repeat the first sentence?"
She blinked once, then her smirk turned sadistic. " Each team gets their choice of two weapons and support items. "
Mic shuddered in the observation deck. Oh- that's what Aizawa was talking about...
He looked at the selection of paintball guns, which to his surprise there was a wide variety of. You wouldn't know how to handle one of these things professionally, would you?
"No̖pe."
Trial-by-fire, then.
"Th͙a͎t's ̬t̪h̜e̝ ṱhe̜m̻e̼ ͉of ̗to̥d̦ay̮ ͟is͇n̰'̣t͓ ͍it?"
He looked over the selection again. A minigun looked appealing but would eat through ammo reserves too fast for it to be useful, a pistol would have come in handy in short to mid-range, but the number of points it transferred would make it hard for him to catch up.
"M̻a̼y͍b̫e̢ ṯh̝e ̠sniper͖ riͅfl̪ȩ?̮"
Wouldn't that take too long to set up?
"N̗ot i̪f̹ ̙y̝ou ͙only add̟ ̧t̟h̫e̱ bar̢r̯el͙ w͉he̜n̪ yoṳ ̼n̟eed̞ ̘iṭ. ͅt̜he̗y ͜a̢r͕e͢ ͇c͔a̦lle͍d ̫'sn͖i̹p̫e̺r̝ r͇i̢fl̼e͚s'̺ ̤f̣o̧r͇ ̟a͙ ̨r̟ea̡so͚n,̢ ͟kͅid͔. "
Huh... wait you said you didn't know much about them!
"N͍o͜,̖ ͍I̡ ̙sai̫d͍ I ̦d͉i̖d͙n͈'̣t handḻe them̞ ̭p̧r̗of̧essio̟na̯ḷl͉y. At̞ l̳east͚, I͟ t̹hi̱ṋk n̲o͇t͉-͜ ̣my ͍m͜ȩmor͇y̢ i͜s͍ kin̥da s͍c̫rewy͔.̤ "
He hefted the sniper off the wall. Semantics!
"Y͖ou'r͙e͎ on̪e to͚ ta͇l̮k̪- a̰n̩d̼ pic̫k͍ ͍t͕h̺e̫ r̲e̗v̰olvęr,͙ ͜I̪t'lļ ̭be̙ a ̡good͖ shor͢t̫-ra̳ng͚e̞ ̨s͇i͔de-a̮rm."
Yeah, yeah. He picked up the revolver, spinning its cylinder hearing it click satisfyingly, then turned to Snipe, who was manning the gun booth. "I picked these two."
Snipe whistled under her mask. "The Big Iron? Nice choice, pardner." She leaned in a bit. "But I don't reckon you can grab two."
"Each team gets to have two, right?"
Snipe paused, then started laughing. "Always bending the rules, ain't ya?"
"Someone has to." He shrugged with a smirk.
Snipe shook her head, pulling out a couple of magazines for the sniper and a speed loader for the revolver with additional pellets in a small canister, along with a hip holster for the revolver. "Good luck out there."
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Total Command
FanfictionWhen quirks appeared, humanity dealt with the greatest power shift it had seen in millennia. The sudden change gave women powers never seen before, but men were left behind. As society changed, villains began to use their powers for cruel and selfis...
