"I'm running through a forest, I'm bleeding from somewhere. Maybe my head?" Izuku squinted hard, trying to recall the specifics, but the memories were fuzzy and faded, blocking him from getting a good grasp of the finer details. "I'm… angry. I don't know why, but I feel white-hot anger, almost about to boil over and spew out of me, and then it appears in front of me and tries to attack me. Some kind of Grimm."
Everyone looked at each other, unsure of where this was going. Even Nora had momentarily stopped throwing grapes at Yang to pay attention to what Izuku was saying. "Ursa? Boarbatusk?" Nora questioned, starting to get invested in what the boy was saying.
Izuku focused as hard as he could, but the Grimm never once took on a permanent shape. "I-I don't know. One moment it's a Beowolf, then it vanishes from my sight behind a tree and when it comes out, it's now Ursa. Then I blink and it's now Boarbatusk. It's like my mind doesn't know what to see and just presents me with a random Grimm, and then changes its mind about what kind of Grimm it is."