"Okay guys, we have to do this carefully." Kamakiri tapped his foot as Tokage went on with her 'plan'. "Bakugo is someone nobody takes directly. Meaning it's up to Welder and Comicman to take him down."
"Oh yeah, because that's going to be super easy for us to do." Awase rolled his eyes.
"It will be. Remember, he's an impatient bastard that attacks first and questions never. Once you block his first attack, you'll be welding him in place and keeping him stuck."
"Do you see how big his explosions get at the sports festival?" Manga asked.
"Which is why you're Awase's partner. You can create city wide blocks, you'll just have to use some counter words like damp and blow to cancel or weaken them."
"Damn it, I wanted to shred the bastard!" Kamakiri made his voice known. "He's the toughest guy on the other team. Everyone else is barely going to be a challenge."
"Exactly, which means it's only going to take the two off us to take them out." Tokage smirked. "I can spread my body around enough to send Earphone Jack mixed signals so she won't be able to see anybody coming. You'll be on Tailman and Sugarman. They don't have much other than a tail and some muscle, so take them out and they'll be done for."
"Sounds like a plan, but can I get an clear explanation on what the fuck is going on between you and Bakugo before we do anything else?" Kamikiri asked.
She blinked like she was somehow innocent. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "We want to beat each other up."
"Your double talk is so full of innuendo that you make Midnight blush." Awase groaned. "Freaking Midnight ."
"She never blushed around us." She deadpanned. "She just moaned at a couple points and screamed something about passionate youth."
"You've been to his house and met the guy's mom." Manga continued. "Who showed you baby pictures?"
"What parent doesn't do that?" His, because he shredded as many copies as he could find. "Besides, she was just thankful for the Kamino incident. She did the same for Kirishima."
"Oh, so Kirishima swings that way?" Manga asked. "I always thought he was into girls … you know, cause he and Tetsutetsu were like copy cats."
"No he doesn't…I think…I never really….doesn't matter!" The fact she looked conflicted meant she was hiding something. "All I'm saying is that he's great competition, and when I win, he'll be just another top I've managed to top." Everyone groaned at the wording.
"You either want to beat him or fuck him. Just fix how you say it!"
"Seriously, what's wrong with the wording?" She asked. "I top this entire class every day."
==
Jiro, while liking the fact that Bakugo actually included them in a plan, was still allowed to be pissed off by him. He made it sound so condescending. 'Don't slow down, and if you fuck up I'll save your sorry asses. Each one of you gets a grenade, don't miss, you side characters.' She wanted to strangle him.
"The fact he didn't call us extras is a miracle of itself." Ojiro mumbled as she and Sato walked beside her. "You know he once told me I was more 'plain looking than Deku' , whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."
"I mean …" Sato gave a hand gesture. "You could afford to spice up your costume a bit."
"I know, it's just a thing I have going on. Karate kid style combat and everything."
"Maybe change up the gi color or something?" Jiro suggested. "Just saying, if we were able to get Iruma to fix his costume disaster, then now might be the time to switch things up." She herself already rocked the punk style, so there were no improvements needed.
"Wasn't he forced to because Hatsumei did it without his permission?" The boy asked with a head tilt.
"And now he has three different costumes and tons of support gear that helps focus those massive punches." Sato added.
"Well I don't want to rely on technology …" The boy thought. "Say, how close are we?"
"They should be around the corner. A turn and … nobody's here." That was impossible, she could hear footsteps. "No wait, there's a few people from the south…and the north, and…damn it, it sounds like we're surrounded from every angle."
"Impossible, we only have four opponents." Ojiro took a second to think. "Can't Lizardy split herself into a million pieces or something?" Son of a bitch.
"You fell right into our trap!" Jack Mantis screamed. "Now prepare to be cut up into a million pieces you sons of bitch-"
"Outrageous screams!" She shouted, plugging her jacks into her wrist speakers as massive waves of sound hit the man head on, cracking his thin blades. "Hope those weren't important!"
"Not really, I can always make more!" The blades on the green kid regrew.
"Good." She hit him with more sound as he was forced to cover his ears. "Then I don't have to hold back. Ojiro, you're with me. Sato, go after Bakugo, they may have sent someone … weirder after him." When it came to any hero class, it was hard to tell.
==
"DRIP DRIP! DAMP!" Awase heard his partner callout from afar as he kept himself high on the ground. He'd rather not be caught up in whatever trashfire relationship Tokage had going with the mad bomber of 1-A, but there was little he could do about it now.
Especially since the explosive blond was in murdering distance and closing. "Die you extras!" Of course he would shout that. He raised his hands high to weld his shield, flinching from the impact … of a really weak explosion. "The hell?" Ha, Tokage was right!
"Comicman got your power on lock, hard to use diluted sweat isn't it?" Once you realize your opponent's weakness was water, it was hard to have the fear of the devil around him. "And with a little bit of elbow grease, you're trapped by your own gear!" He got on the boy's back and quickly welded pipes together, until he was hanging off of a ceiling.
"You damn fuckers." Haha, they did it, they beat the winner of the sports festival! "Hurry it up you side characters!"
"How does it feel to be beaten by us fuckers, by so called side characters?" He asked with a grin.
"I wasn't referring to you B-listers." Before he could get a chance to question anything, he noticed a small object being thrown right at his face. "About damn time."
"What the…" The grenade exploded on his face, blasting him off the angry pomeranian and breaking apart the little prison they had held Bakugo in.
"Awase!" Manga cried out, only to get caught off by a fist to the face from Sugarman.
"Take that you comic book lookin … is he unconscious from one hit?" One on one fights weren't Manga's strongest points.
"He goes down just like that one horned guy." Bakugo stood up and cracked his neck. "What took you so long, none of these B-listers should have held you back."
"Jiro got caught off guard by Lizardy, she's messing up her ability to detect her surroundings."
"Right, scales." He cracked his neck. "Let me go fuck her up after I murder toolkit." The boy aimed his warped gauntlet with a crooked grin. "Wanna see if this still fires straight, or surrender like a bitch?"
"I'm totally good with surrender!" Pride be damned.
"Too bad, because I'm not!" He grabbed him by the shoulder, and the only thing in his vision was smoke. "X-CATAPULT!" And he was sent flying…and flying and flying…until his back hit some metal bars.
==
Okay, so far the plan is not looking good. But it was fine. She just needed to wait until everyone was searching, possibly knock one guy out, then try and break her friends out of jail … that was an option right? But her main concern is why the fuck didn't it work? Sure, Jack Mantis may have been weak to sound, something they didn't take into account, but surely Comicman and Welder wouldn't have lost so fast.
Bakugo went off on his own, the entire team should have fallen apart once that happened. Not to sound like Monoma, but these guys weren't exactly the strongest students around, at least compared to Bakugo.
The only thing she could think of doing now was taking Jiro out of the picture and throw her into the cell. It was easy sending a single piece of her own body towards the girl. All she needed to do was catch her while her guard is down and the scale would slightly shift in her favor.
"Earlobes, behind you!" Bakugo shot into the scene and blasted it away into practically nothing.
"It's Earphone Jack!" She shouted, pressing her jacks into the ground. "There's too much sound, she's everywhere."
"Got it." The boy removed a clip from his vest. "Attack everywhere." Pulling every pin, he swung it around, grenades flying every which way into targets, i.e. her body parts.
"GAAAAAGGH!" Any piece that wasn't turned to dust she had to fly right back into her body. Regeneration, while useful, was a complete pain starting from nothing.
"Scream north east, two and a half miles." Shit, the ear she left over heard that. She needed to get away, fast. Fly away before she was-
"Caught like the rat you are." Bakugo said from right behind, grabbing her by the wrist before flinging her high in the air.
"But...I ah…" How the fuck did everything go to shit so fast!?
"Don't break your brain over it, Lizard Girl." 1-A's top dog groaned, forming some sort of circle around his hands. "I'm the kind of hero that will always win, and I will win in every way possible, including utterly beating your flying ass into the ground. AP CANNON!"
As she felt the intense fiery explosion blast across the battleground, she couldn't help but realize she, a top at everything, had been utterly dominated by another top…and she couldn't help but find herself… invigorated by the idea alone.
Badump
Oh god, maybe they were right that something was going on between them.
==
"Hacks, I call hacks!" Bakugo stood unimpressed at the whiny bastard in front of him. "You're a complete maddog! Anybody you work with are basically mindless drones that're lost and useless on their own!"
"And what rules did I break?" He asked. "Cause I'm pretty sure unless pulling my punches is something heroes are supposed to do, it's fair game."
"I…I...this can't possibly be the real Bakugo!" Beta male kept complaining. "You let your team help you, and you actually helped protect them! That's something you'd never do!"
"Can it, you sackless piece of shit. I said I would have a flawless victory, and I did." What Dodger said earlier really got to him. 'There's always more than one way to win.' All Might was the best because he both fought villains and saved people. He was so focused on winning one way that he didn't realize he was losing in others.
To be the undisputed number one, he would win no matter what the situation was. "It's my loss Monoma, I'll deal with it." At least Lizard bitch was being a good sport about the whole thing. "Good match, but next time I'll do the dominating, so you can just sit back like a sidekick or something."
"Bold words for someone on the bottom of the chopping block."
"Hey, I still did more than most of the losers in your class. Better than sparkly and tape arms over there."
"Please, those extras did better than your comicon and mantis freak."
"Oh, so yours does the nickname matter too does she?" Dunce-face rolled his eyes.
"Actually this is the first time we're hearing it." Man-hands looked horrified for some reason. "Oh shit, Momona might be onto something with 1-A infecting us."
"So the scores 1-A 2 and 1-B 2." Dodger smiled like a moron. "We're even right?"
"Not even close, idiot." Since he was in a good mood, he'd lend the moron helpful advice. "Everyone in our class that won got a complete win. If you're serious about mastering that shitty power of yours, you won't do anything less than that."
"Understood, a complete win!" The boy nodded. "I'm sorry Shinso, we'll have to lock you up too."
"... Your hair looks stupid when it's pointy."
"Does it really look ba-" Dodger once more fell for a simple taunt.
"Yeah, I'm not worried in the slightest." Eyebags stated.
The extras were going to nag him for this, but he felt like it would be necessary. He smacked Dodger out of the trance and looked him straight in the eye. "Dodger, please win the fight."
"Okay!" Everyone looked horrified. Yeah yeah, he crossed a line, go figure.
"Holy fuck … Bakugo said please." What? "The world is doomed!"
"Maybe Monoma was onto something about it not being Bakugo. Did Toga sneak in?"
"Oh you all can fuck off." He growled.