Victory through derp
Battle Against Kiyoshi - City Hall Grounds
As the panic set in and the masses began to stampede towards any available venue of retreat, one of these routes would hold an unwelcome surprise. As one of the exit doors opened, the small mob of people rushing for safety would be impacted by a thin red line down the midsection of the group. The line swiped through the crowd, splitting the people into an amalgamation of gore and spare parts forming a mound Anyone else who had been coming to that way immediately altered course.
An arm flung itself forward past the remnants of an east fleeing group. A man in thin red fleece jacket stepped forward and crouched down to pick up the severed hand, letting the stump hang down and drip blood into his open mouth like one might waterfall a soda. He dangled the hand a bit as if to get the last contents before flinging it away with a slightly disgruntled expression.
"Ah… you were pretty quick. I was taking a guess as to who would come find me," Kiyoshi greeted as he wiped off his mouth. "...but I was kind of hoping for a different match up. Eh, but I guess I haven't played with the panda girl. From what I hear you're supposed to be crafty like the French girl. Maybe this team up will prove interesting…"
He challenged them, but according to body language, he seemed rather nonchalant as he dipped his fingers into the pool of red and brought it to his mouth.
"Is the one trick pony afraid that he doesn't have much new to show,” Jet hissed noting the dead, but clearly having no time to rightfully mourn nor respectfully care for their remains. Jet watched Kiyoshi closely nonchalantly circling the blood mage like a komodo dragon ready to charge.As Ayame had pointed out they needed to get this guy away from the people, and into a more urban jungle like setting with no one around to allow them to go full out. During the ceremony out of boredom the dragon teen had created thirteen mist marbles all hidden throughout his uniform. With that said though he would save them all for critical moments or moments of opportunity. Thanks to his training with Heisuke, Jet had drastically increased how much mist he could create before getting to the point of exhaustion so he did not need to rely on the marbles yet. As he kept his eyes on the target he waited for Ayame to make her move or suggest via eye movement any plans she may have had. For now though they were all at a stalemate.
Ayame not being as brave as many of her compatriots, or maybe brave given she was weak and at times afraid vs how they all reacted, she goes for a flashbang tossing it at the other, she knew very little about him other than what she heard.
“Jet!” With that she scampers off to gain some distance as she darts her left hand for her stun baton not yet using the P90.
“Ah…” Kiyoshi let out a murmur as the object was thrown. When it went off, the flash of bright light definitely got his attention with a grunt and his hands to cover his eyes. “Well… that woke me up if the blood didn’t… So the panda is a gadget type…?”
As he murmured, a large volume of red rose from the pile of bodies, far more than he had in the previous engagement. It circled around him to create a near orb of crimson as he recovered. He couldn’t block an attack with it unless he hardened it, but at the very least if something impacted the wall he could feel it and react.
“One trick… Well, you don’t really need a sketchy quirk to win. Even if you know everything about someone’s quirk doesn’t mean you have the capacity to deal with it. You should know this; the priestess’ power isn’t exactly imaginative,” Kiyoshi commented with a small smirk as his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t get predictable on me now…”
“As you wish,” Jet grinned clearly having hit a nerve with the villain, and causing him to monologue a tad as he rushed the right side as his partner rushed the left. Yet as it seemed this would be a close quarter event Kiyoshi would be tricked into another type of trap as Jet’s eye concentrated on Kiysohi creating three small pillars to jutt up from underneath Kiyoshi aiming to hit him hard, or disorient his footing. When Ayame had unleashed the flash bomb Jet had used the moment to release a bit of mist that had shifted to getting underneath the villain. When the villains' full attention was had Jet sprung his attack. Once the pillars shot up they would burst into shards flying around Kiyoshi threatening to cut him up, and distract him from the pincer impact that was coming his way.
Taking note of the pillars, Ayame decided it was best to not try climbing those, though the other one did say something of interest. “You know an awful lot, though I wouldn’t want to make light of Kanna, sure it’s a one trick pony, except that pony is a mustang.” With her own focus on the people around them she was unsure if he had killed them or not, either way that was blood, of that she was sure. For now checking to see if they were alive or not and moving them if they were was rather important, though likely easier said than done, either way this was something she did have some chance against.
Not exactly sure what Jet would do next, she creeps towards one of the bodies and takes in the location, the suggestion on trying to make clones like her mother could would have been very useful but for now he didn’t need to know how her quirk worked, or rather didn’t as she forms her clone line, aiming her p90 one handed she sprays a few of its rubber rounds before making her dash and calling out; “I’ll try not to disappoint you then with predictability!”
“Ah~ Look who’s learning… Or… did I use that move with the girl and the chubby boy…? Oh well…” Kiyoshi commented, seeing Jet’s more subtle use of his quirk.
The disruption of his footing worked, causing the man to stumble backwards and even fall. Though, he didn’t seem all that much but inconvenienced given the look on his face. The shards cut through his clothing, but Kiyoshi seemed more or less fine with it all. Then again, he had shown his defensive gambit when he fought Charlotte and Jet; he could congeal blood around his body, and he had plenty to work with now. This was accentuated when some of the blood wrapped against his visible skin. It wouldn’t do all that much against a hard-hitting attack, but one meant to scratch him up was tolerable.
“Oh, no no no… I never made light of her once. I more of meant in the same sense that even if you know how fast a car is speeding towards you doesn’t mean you can dodge it,” Kiyoshi replied with a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that~ I can tell you’re a nice girl… A bit naive though; I’ll give myself up right now if anyone in that pile is still breathing.”
Rather than stand up, Kiyoshi merely sat and loosely rested his forearms on his knees. His sight had recovered, or perhaps not considering there were now many Ayame armed with a gun. The blood pooled over to her direction to intercept the firing line, all the while he threaded a small blob of blood into the ground, one headed underground toward each of them. The orb of blood molding around would have hopefully been enough to conceal the strands separating, and once they travelled closer to both of them, the blood shot out of the ground. One jolted towards Ayame’s legs, seeking to immobilize her as he had done to Charlotte. The other shot right toward Jet’s left eye.
As Jet had figured Kiyoshi had already had hardened blood along his body, but the knowledge proved useful, and through it Jet started to formulate how Ayame could best strike. As the crystallized blood gem aimed to gouge his eye it would be easily swatted away by a blast of mist that escaped out his hood produced from his horns. Darting forward two Mist Marbles rolled out and shot off from Jets hands bursting into life forming multiple platforms all around Kiyoshi almost as if in a paintball course setting. The platforms would hold for a while giving Ayame free range to weave, dodge, and attack from strategic positions; it also allowed Jet some time to figure out how to move Kiyoshi away from the current field. For now another puff of smoke created four throwing knives that Jet launched at Kiyoshi testing the blood armors resistance to piercing damage.
With his words, her heart sank a bit as she looked, moving from body to body near her as she attempted her charge on Kiyoshi. They were all dead or seemed to be, what few showed any sign of being alive were faint.
What do I do.. Do I run again like against that old guy? I can’t..more will die. There is nothing wrong with being weak, only in doing nothing.. How does Momma form clone parts? By knowing herself? He’s strong.. But I can’t stop here! I don’t think I can be a good hero, but I can fight! No more people need to die but still..
“AAHHHHH SHUT UP AND LET’S GO!” She says screaming to herself, just avoiding the blood trail sent for her, the static clones weren’t so lucky and dissolved as it were, they weren’t solid and thus not a threat to Kiyoshi. “You won’t take any more!” She yells at the other as she springboards off of one of Jet’s platforms onto another adjusting the angle of her fire to come down on him from above. She needed time to figure something out, to see how to save others and how to stop him, her mom was right, there were jobs heroes just weren’t meant to do, but all the same she had to do this one.
Kiyoshi pushed himself up to his feet, his attention centered on Ayame. As the trail of crimson struck her decoy, he hummed. So she couldn’t make them solid; it was purely an illusion, or too weak to act as anything else. The scream made him chuckle a bit. She must have been like the other foreigner. Some of the class just weren’t desensitized to facing their own potential deaths.
“So long as you impress me,” Kiyoshi said, leaning down to swipe his fingers across the stream of blood on the ground once again.
As the suppressing fire ended, the blood pooled around, swishing to swipe at the daggers thrown by Jet as they circled to cover him from the incoming fire. As he did so, Kiyoshi turned his gaze momentarily to Jet, an uncharacteristically lively grin on his face as he brought the bloody hand to his mouth again..
“You know, you might not think it, but it’s not like I enjoy the taste of blood or anything; no more than you do anyway… buuut my quirk just doesn’t work without it,” Kiyoshi started with a snicker. “I’m groggy all the time for the same reason… My body is more like a bat’s, so I can take in a lot more iron without it being toxic. That also means I need a lot more than a normal person to wake me up though~!”
As if matching his new energy, the somewhat passive pool began to ripple and split. It eccentrically swirled around before thrusting towards Ayame, peeling only a few moments before impacting her and allowing a few strands to scratch at her. The crimson current then dived right for Jet, splitting into several streams before drilling towards him from different directions.
As soon as Kiyoshi’s attack splattered towards Ayame, Jet started to move some of his fingers commanding two of the closer platforms near Ayame to collide, and take most of the attack allowing Ayame to escape as the platforms were chewed away by the blood bending. Then upon the failed attempt the attack came straight for the dragon himself. With Mist Marble in hand Jet ran throwing it ahead as it burst into a smokescreen blinding Kiyoshi to whether or not his attack had hit. Yet the sudden sound of rushing air from above revealed another platform threatening to drop onto the blood ass vampy. Running out of the smokescreen Jet recollected what was left of the smoke screen, and sent it right for Kiyoshi as a shield as Jet’s armored skin was revealed to be cut up, but thankfully not pierced through. Jet could still feel the pain of the drilling sensation. Using the protection of the forward mist shield he upped the speed hoping that if the platform missed the shield would hit, and latch onto Kiyoshi.
Watching the oncoming wave of blood, she was curious about what he said, just what was the iron ratio and the water conductivity of all of this.. It was then that Jet tried to shield her, which partly collapsed her means of movement, he couldn’t keep making those and launching his attacks.
“Jet! Don’t worry too much about me! I’ll do what I can, but for now..” Reaching onto her belt and slinging the P90 as she grabbed two gas grenades, pulling the pins on both she throws them as a large smoke cloud bellows and covers the area around the trio, pondering what to do next, Ayame gives her full attention to her quirk, or rather a portion of it. Finding it draining and difficult, she wondered how her mother made so many copies, or if it was even possible to make a full body, still she had to try. Calming herself and putting her all into it, another clothed copy that lacked any gear and was still below a clone persee was formed, out of her own essence seemingly, she had to coordinate both of their movements as the second takes a stun baton from her belt, the pair would rush in with the weapon dodging the bits of blood coming up to meet them, should the man have noticed from before, her clones were typically not much of a threat, so hopefully by bending the rules for however briefly she could keep this up the pair of, or at least one, could land a hit on Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi was suddenly overtaken with smoke and mist, though rather than aggravation the unnerving smile remained on his face. Upon closer inspection, the “barrier” the dragon had created wasn’t much of a barrier. It was like his own quirk, though it could go from physical to gaseous and vice versa. It was strong, but it couldn’t just stand and take his quirk, which was why the boy was probably taking hits at the expense of potentially getting one in. It was unfortunate his person didn’t reflect the uniqueness of his quirk.
Kiyoshi brought his thumb to his mouth, biting down on it a bit as the bloody mass continued its pursuit of Jet. It was much harder to see, but he had enough blood that the pool could whip around, split, swipe and slash at the area, waving some of the smoke away as well.
If Jet wanted to hit him with the “shield” that was fine. He wanted to gamble if Kiyoshi could cut him up before he could take advantage of whatever he was doing. Meanwhile his bleeding thumb was now a backup for when Ayame got close. He couldn’t see very well, but he could note there were two of her charging him. Considering her frightful personality, he was willing to bet she would try to fake him out with the clone attacking him first, so all he had to do was call the bluff.
It was working. Kiyoshi clearly couldn’t see what was going on, or the bloodsuckers ego was truly equal to a vampiric legend. Regardless Ayame was pleading with him to go on the offensive, and stop being more defensive. Problem was the moment he did that Kiyoshi would notice as the shield neared Kiyoshi Jet extended his hand out gripping it tightly as the shield became more fluid, and clamped onto the maniac in a perfect cylindrical shape allowing both of Ayame hits to make their mark atop Kiyoshi’s head. Upon the impact Jet pulled Kiyoshi away with the entombing plasmic mist grip, and smashed him into the ground expanding as it was clear Jet planned to trap him in a mist glob, and suffocate him unconscious.
Well that hurt, both the smack and the throw. Kiyoshi didn’t think Ayame had the balls to attack him first, let alone drop her equipment to look more like a half-assed clone. The question was, did she suddenly improve her quirk or was she just trying to put that idea in his head. She was pretty wily afterall.
However, first and foremost was this mist, non-mist, nonsense. As the material began to make its crawl across his body, Kiyoshi brought the blood swarm to swirl around him in protection. A portion of it came over to where plasma covered him and did the same, coating it and hardening in order to stop its travel.
“Let’s not do that,” Kiyoshi commented before the pool lowered and whipped out at Jet. He then turned and extended a hand out towards Ayame in a mock gun gesture, the blood leaking from his thumb focusing and shooting out at her and the clone like a guided bullet. “Bang, bang.”
In the cover of the smoke, the imperfections of her clone were harder to notice, as Ayame lifted up her gun, using it to shield the most vulnerable parts of her body, commanding her clone to duck in behind her as she took the brunt of the attack, it was enough to keep her in the fight and the clone operational as the clone takes a hit in the shoulder, and Ayame’s shot impacts directly on the P90 dead center, she wasn’t sure yet if the gun would fire or not, as she lets out a startled bark, as if in challenge more so than fear, manuving her clone to hit in close, Ayame slams her fist against the P90 a few times, unleashing half a magazine before it jammed, throwing it at him just as her clone got in close to hit. Not having the time to be concerned with Jet she reaches for her stun baton once more.
"AYAME HIT HARD," Jet yelled out as he oddly pointed his hand at Kiyoshi's blood attack.
"Let me pay you in kindness for your knowledge about your quirk. One my mist constructs could have easily deflected all your attacks from the beginning of this fight," with a strong puff of mist a wall formed in front of Jet deflecting the blood attack. Pushing forward with the formed wall Jet gave a big mental command as he added.
"And my mist lasts a lot longer inside liquids," with that kiyoshi would immediately feel a disturbance inside his own blood supply orb as it wiggled wildly before being trapped inside a plasmic mist outer shell that came spewing out from within the blood orb.
This whole time when Kiyoshi's attack had shredded Jets mist defenses they had all been on purpose. When Kiyoshi's blood would return to the orb it had returned with mist plasmic particles hidden inside. Flinging his free hand to his backside all but three of his mist particles burst off his body attaching to the outer shell. Pushing through his own defense with his other hand the mist wall burst into a whip the cane to life grabbing Kiyoshi's gun "hand". With an aggressive pull Jet pulled kiyoshi yet again right dab into Ayames attack. With the distraction made the mist marbles on the outer shell ignited like multiple exhaust ports blasting the blood orb off away from the fight.
"How's that for unpredictable," Jet growled as he closed in on Kiyoshi as one of his last three marbles converged onto the dragon's right hand, forging into his Vibranium Cutter technique. That bastard still had the blood armor on his body. With a forward slash he aimed to shatter most of that defense regardless.
Kiyoshi could feel a disruption in the stream of the blood he controlled; a sense of resistance. He still wasn’t sure what the boy’s quirk was exactly. It had to be some molecule or material that blended with liquid well, and more particularly, blood. Either way, it was more compatible with his medium than he expected. He was sure that if he really put in the effort, he could maintain control. It wasn’t as if he could just dissipate the orb, though he could wrestle control away and make things difficult.
Either way, the last combo of attacks had sent him to the ground, a pounding in his head and a strained feeling in the arm that was being pulled on. His blood armor had already begun to crack, even before Jet stripped it down the middle.
“That quirk is pretty broken…” Kiyoshi commented, though he didn’t appear upset. He still had that smirk on his face after all. “Well, the outcome or the specifics? I wasn’t really coming here expecting to win, after all.”
Kiyoshi had no stake in this fight. He did things as he felt they would be interesting or lead him to interesting people. He was more interested in personality quirks than physical ones. Furthermore, this was an obvious last ditch effort. The boss was panicking and scratching for his old self. Anybody who didn’t die would be imprisoned. This was a lost battle of bravado.
“The real question is what you’ll do now,” He wondered aloud. “I already killed a… dozen people over there? Maybe a bit more. Even if I didn’t win, neither did you really—and if I ever get out there’s no guarantee you’ll be around to stop me.”
He was trying to antagonize them, something not unusual for him. However, it was a relevant train of thought, given the girl’s own mother pushing for more extreme measures.
“..I..I, don’t agree with everything Momma is trying, but she’s right.. People like you, your boss..how many lives have you taken?.. It's not right to kill a killer maybe, but you, you're well past that point.. It’s not about Winning with people like you!”
Rushing in with her clone, Ayame slings her stun baton hard as does the other one.
“YOU’LL BE STOPPED HERE! AND IF YOU DON’T LEARN SOMEONE ELSE WILL STOP YOU LATER! ONE WAY OR ANOTHER! JUSTICE IS CARRIED OUT BY THOSE WHO WON’T SUFFER THOSE LIKE YOU!” Letting out a scream, she closes in to finish her melee attack.
"You're just a sour monster bested in a situation you weren't ready for," Jet calmly replied as Kiyoshi tried to rattle them. A younger Jet would have immediately fallen into it yet now with all his experiences Kiyoshi's words were as empty as his soul.
"It's never been about winning Kiyoshi," Jet spoke a solemn tone as he neared the beaten blood bender.
"It's about showing people that there will be those that stand to fight the monsters hidden in the mist. Too give hope to those still here," Jet answered as Ayame released her own thoughts right upside Kiyoshi's head Jet had thought about stopping her but to be honest if she didn't he would have.
"Well we better…"
"Help me…," Jet was about to speak to Ayame when a weak voice spoke out from among the corpses created by Kiyoshi. Immediately swarming Kiyoshi's unconscious body with mist to form a iron maiden like entombing the monster.
"There's a survivor… Ayame get medical personal over here now," Jet spoke as he ran over to the voice finding a young boy who had been cut bad but not killed by Kiyoshi's quirk. Surveying the pile of bodies of one had survived it meant more could have to.
At Ayame’s response, the grin seemed to widen a bit, though not because he had a trick up his sleeve or anything of the sort. The answer simply pleased him. He had little doubt she would end up following after her mother, despite being far softer.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think you don’t like me,” Kiyoshi replied to the dragon before shrugging, uncaring of the encroaching stick from the panda. “That’s a nice sentiment, but it doesn’t do much for the dead, does it?”
He chuckled a bit at that, glancing in the direction of the voice before the mist began to overtake him.
“See you next time~”
Swinging her baton with full force, at roughly where his jaw would be, the clone swings for his inner thigh, as the plasma mist protects him from her would be death blow, or serious injury at the least, sending her clone into the raging torrent it wasn’t long till it mannequin like form was faded, it’s energies forming back into her, deploying her claws and slashing at the barrier she seemed rather insistent upon this.
With her ears low and teeth bared, she turns at Jet with a bit of her hand scalded from the heat, in her anger and frustration she turns to him letting out a squealing hiss.
Motioning with her hands at all the chaos and death she shakes her head. “Get them from where Jet.. Have you even opened your eyes? Hope? Give Hope?! What’s hope going to do for that boy?! What of his parents? What of the Mothers, Daughters, Sons, Fathers, Husbands and wives that litter all around us?! WHERE IS THEIR HOPE?! That monster will get free and do this all again, then what?!”
“How many more will die till you get your heroic battle and ending? I joined to help people Jet, to make people smile.. And with how the UA does things, all I see is a trail of tears.. I don’t know if what Momma wants to do is right, I don’t want to just kill or enjoy fighting like Kanna, but at least she is doing something.. Maybe you are happy with this or having an action figure, but it is twice now I’ve seen everyone lose everything..or almost..your hero pride won’t give back what they lost Jet. I can’t be a Hero...not like this. Jet, I’ve spied on all of you this past year and I’m starting to see why Momma does what she does… He’s yours to take away, I’ll handle this.”
Utterly demoralized and now sold off of the whole hero shtick, Ayame starts to tend to the boy herself, racking her brain and walking past Jet as she uses what first aid she can to save the boy till some actual medical help could arrive. Doing her utmost, she would not forget Kiyoshi for some time, nor the simmering sense of hatred for him and desire for Justice within her heart, for he was right in part of what he said.
"And for all that spying you clearly don't know me at all. Less yourself," Jet surprisingly spoke back as Ayame passed him by.
"You talk as if you could kill him without a second thought, but you couldn't Ayame. You don't have that strength of mentality to go past it unaffected. You've never been the hunter Ayame," Jet turned around to watch her walk off.
"And should that boy just succumb to his wounds or grow stronger, and live like his parents would want him to do. Be what you desire however don't speak as if you know others here. Cause clearly you see blindly to what others have gone through. I am here to save lives not garner pointless fame, or material things. The battle may be a fuel, but hope is my fire," Jet finished turning away from her as he tended to hand over Kiyoshi to the police.
“It is because of that I can decide.” She says as the pair leave. “People aren’t sport.. And as if you know me either.”
"And you miss the point…"