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ack to the Shinjuku it was for Farrin. The last time he was here, he had just finished up a practice patrol route with Zenkai when the temporal powers tugged him into the back alleys of some of Shinjuku's more derelict neighborhoods. It was there he found himself face to face with the villain he now knew as Magister. There was a dark familiarity with the villain present in the back of his time-turned brain. He was connected to a larger organization, one that had been stalking Farrin. So, it was time to do a little digging. 

Sure, he should have cued in UAU, but that would probably have seen Farrin limited to the campus grounds. Whatever was going on, whoever these crooks were, they only showed themselves in his presence. That said, he wasn't alone. Turning the corner from one dark, run-down alley and into another, Farrin looked back to Miroru. 

"Yuh sure yer okay doin' this?" He asked, giving her one last chance to back out. 

They were nearby the symbol now. Just a few blocks over they would find some graffiti of a snake eating its own tail. That's where he and Zenkai ran into Magister. Zen was strong, stupidly strong, but the lad wouldn't use his quirk for whatever reason. If they ran into trouble, he wanted to know whoever was backing him up was ready to take things to one hundred percent. Additionally, Miroru and he had developed some synergy over the past few months. First, they worked together during the Entrance Exam, and after that, they became sparring partners. She had a powerful quirk and knew how to handle herself in a scrap. She was the whole package - the perfect backup.  

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Of course I am."

Miroru said the words calmly as she followed him. Small, but he knew what she was packing. She had his back the moment he explained he had concerns and needed backup to investigate something potentially awful. She didn't have all the details- she knew nobody ever really did- but knowing there'd been guns involved was concrete assurance she could make herself useful.

Plus, she wasn't an idiot. She knew she was almost a bona fide get out of jail free card if things went south. One she was happy to hand to the Irishman with the penchant for justice. If they had to make a bolt for it under cover of literal darkness, she was happy to make it happen.

"So what all has happened in your previous encounters? Have you run into them more than once? Or just the one clash leave you feeling skeezy about what they might be up to?"

Honestly, this felt cathartic. A chance to stand up and do the right thing without the Law over her shoulder. If she'd learned one thing watching her father abuse his victims, it was that the Law did not always protect those who needed it. Sometimes, it protected precisely who it was intended to- and not at all those in need of protection. She kept a metaphorical eye out, marking bodies she could sense moving nearby, feeling for patterns... and for short-wave radio bursts.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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arrin nodded, accepting Miroru’s confirmation. That was it. No turning back now. So, he lead them down the grungy back alleys and trailed the path he and Zenkai took the last time he was here.

“Tch, nah, they, whoever they are, seem ta’ have me on their radar constantly. I can count on me’ hand the number of times I’ve left campus without runnin’ inta some sort o’ trouble.”

Its number of people out in harm's way by virtue of proximity to Farrin was growing. Freja came out of that scrap with the plague mask people dressed in several knives poking out of her shoulder and leg. Thea had collapsed from her wounds, shot and stabbed by some of those armored guys. Whatever was going on, Farrin had to get to the bottom of it.

“I’ve no concrete proof the attacks are connected, but there’ve been some similarities in each instance. Also, remember I mentioned I see n’ hear things sometimes, in relation ta’ me quirk, well I keep seein a symbol I saw painted nearby ‘ere, so I figure this was a place ta’ start, see if I can find that concrete proof.”

The two would emerge from the alleys and into a long, dingy street framed in hanging lights and shattered glass. The street was entirely devoid of life, its simple existence almost exuding an aura antithetical to life. This is where he found Magister, so the symbol would be nearby.

“Alright, head on a swivel n’ all that, lass.”

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[Miroru]

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Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Miroru followed, her hands in her hoodie pockets, long loose pants hiding the custom kit that was her Skywalkers. "That rough, huh..?" She thought for a moment and spent a bit focusing, scanning Farrin's body for any sort of latent signal, such as that a tracking device would emit. Aside from his cell phone, of course, which would make sense to have background communications going on.

"So you sifted that detail from the chaff of your... insights? Outsights? I like the word outsights. Peeks, glimpses into times outside our-"

Miroru paused and looked to the side for a moment. That warble again. The quavering signal. Then gone. "... own." She kept moving.

"No worries. I'll keep you appraised too," she said, moving to lean against the wall with her eyes unfocused. Exactly the opposite of his direction.

At least until the little holographic map of their surroundings popped up.

Mapped from presence and absence of infrared rays, with markers for high concentrations- hot things, like people. Tracking their movement. A little in front of his face and to the side, like a heads-up display. She could at least keep him appraised of any presences near the pair of them.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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h, that was a neat trick. It felt like they were in a video game. Farrin would have inquired if she based the HUD layout off of anything in particular, but it was best they keep on mission for now. So, his eyes scanned over the building sides in search of the snake symbol. 

"Yeah. Pros n' cons o' chronokinesis. Time pitchin' me these warnin's n' such can be a lifesaver, but doesn't really hold up well in official capacities. Other people can't see what I'm seein', n' even then there's always the chance I'm not seein' somethin' from our time per se'."

Yeah, visions via temporal sight wouldn't hold up in court... or likely the school. Farrin wasn't going to involve authorities or UAU until he had something more concrete to offer that might see these villains apprehended sooner than later. Looking up and down the street, along the buildings, he wasn't seeing any activity. Or the symbol. 

"This is pretty neat," he commented on the use of Miroru's quirk. "yer quirk really is quite flexible."

Dark zones, heat tracking, the list would have gone on, but passing the alley he used to ascend to the rooftops last time he was here, he found it. Sprayed at the corner of the building just before the bend into the alleyway. A snake looping around and eating its own tail. It wasn't an unknown variable. There were examples of such symbols dating as far back as ancient Egypt. But, for some reason, he was seeing it in his sifting dreams, and that meant its use was important. Connected to these villains he was running into. So, he approached, running his hand along the snake. 

"This is it. I keep seein' it in me' dreams. Always associated wit' the feckers that've been huntin' me. It has to mean somethin'." 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Oh. Oh, hell. Yeah, I see what you mean. It's not like you can submit a prophecy as "exhibit A, your honor"," Miroru muttered, grasping the implications. "God. That's gotta suck. Having these... flashes, but never knowing if it's actually in our path- and even if it is, if you can get away with stopping it."

The praise did a lot to perk her ears up. She smoothed them back down with her hand as she ran it over her hair, laughing breathlessly. "Aw. Thanks. I do what I can. It took a lot of work to find ways to make it useful and versatile so it wouldn't matter that I couldn't take it full-throttle most of the time." She sighed hard. "And... and a LOT of really boring studying. I know stuff about photon refraction and short-wave radio distortion that'd put you to sleep in seconds if you had to read it."

She paused as she saw the symbol he showed her, squinting. "I- man, this is... super weird, but- there's..." She tapped at her phone as she spoke. "- like, a really old video game, back from the dawn of the vigilante era. Herocity?" She said, pronouncing it like "ferocity." "It's not quite the same- like variations on a theme- but there's a dimension-hopping society that called themselves Ouroboros. Which- I mean, it's not THAT creative," she said, showing him a picture on her phone.

"-that's just what the creature's called. It's always used in reference to cycles of some sort, though depending on context, it's either referring to cycles that really, really need to be broken- or cycles that really, really need to NOT be."

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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he initial response to Farrin's court comment drew out a smile. Who knew, maybe in a hundred years or so, temporal tomfoolery might make for admissible evidence, but not this soon after the emergence of quirks. Lawmakers were still catching up with the profound societal changes that came with the introduction of superpowers. Understandably so, but it certainly left some complications in the time-turner's way. 

"Certainly does, lass. Immediate threats tend ta' be more accurate, but the further out the vision, the more difficult it is ta' discern." 

Regarding quirks, Farrin's was one better felt than studied. The study of time remained mostly theoretical. Its combative applications remained his to discover. Well, he and the few others out there in possession of temporally related quirks. 

"Wish I had more ta' read that might prove useful. Mostly got me' start racin' cars along the highway n' such." 

And such veiling the less than legal activities required for a young homeless lad to survive. He never hurt anyone, though. Well, not anyone that didn't deserve it. Eventually, he was plucked from his city's streets. With a few years of intensive training, he became the man he was today. 

The empty street was becoming familiar to Farrin. The eeriness of absolute quiet long fading away. Still, there was a definitive lack of something that separated the small neighborhood from the rest of the city. Farrin ran his hand over the symbol again, then looked to Miroru's phone, pushing the odd, probing sensation from his mind. 

"Breaking cycles," he muttered. 

Standing atop a nearby building, a masked figure watched the two. "He's back. Brought another friend, too. Make sure they know Magister screwed the pooch on this. His place as Lead Fang should be called into question," the man spoke, a finger to the side of his mask. "How do we proceed?"   

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Makes sense, to be sure. Better than to have nobody know at all, but... still. What a weight to bear," Miroru murmured quietly.

"Oh, uh. Hm. I'd never really considered that. I guess I'm kinda lucky my quirk plays by rules I can study, huh?" The genuine surprise in Miroru's voice made it clear that she'd never considered herself particularly lucky on the draw before.

Miroru frowned faintly as she picked up a radio broadcast from the rooftops nearby. It wasn't on any of the official channels she was aware of, either, the frequency wasn't right. She couldn't tell what was being said- or if the person up there was even concerned with them at all- but she could keep watch, and inform Farrin.

A little flicker in his vision. A tiny spark of light, forming words designed to be read by him and just him.

[Someone's on the roof with a radio.
No idea who they are or what they're saying, but it's not any hero or police channels.
I've got an eye on the surroundings, but be ready, just in case.]

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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arrin's personal studies covered theoretical physics in relation to time, and articles on the few time-quirk users that were documented over the last fifty years. Neither proved all that helpful. How scientists believed time worked didn't help much due to his own limitations, and the capabilities of the other few temporally touched quirks lacked enough similarities with Chronokinesis to be adapted for his own use. Farrin had to feel his way through the dark of the unknown. He would say he turned out okay - though this whole time-touched existence did come with quite a few quirks. No pun intended. 

"Gotcha," he muttered in the faintest whisper, his hand still trailing the snake's scales. 

Magister was up above the rooftops last time, but when Farrin and Miroru arrived, he hadn't seen anyone up above. She could pick up on things he couldn't, though. The enemy's own communication could be used against them. To pinpoint them even, perhaps. 

"Are you sure? This is a bit early, no?" The figure continued. "You're right. Very well. We'll remove her from the board before she becomes a problem." 

The clock had not yet struck midnight on the time-turner. He needed to grow still, but they needed him isolated. To that effect, those he surrounded himself with would be targeted in his place. Corvidae's people had failed when faced with the girl wielding the bat. Alastor, the suited villain above, would not repeat that mistake.   

"I don't appreciate throwing my marks so heedlessly, but so it is," he mused. 

Alastor drew his sword only partway, then thrust it back into its sheath. Below, the Ouroboros sigil would glow with a golden hue. The light would burn brighter, nearly igniting it would seem, then, quite unceremoniously, disappear.

A geyser of dark blue fog would spew out from where the symbol was marked along the wall, oozing its way through the street and down the nearby alleys. From one end of the street, a heavy thump would mark the arrival of one great threat. From the other end, there would emerge another.

Farrin's attention turned to the former of the two, his eyes wide. "No," he spoke in disbelief. "It can't be. You can't be." But apparently, it was. Chronokinesis fired up, Farrin surrounded in the emerald sparks and white motes of light that signified the intensity of time's might. What he saw was impossible, yet here he was - Balor now stood before him.   

((Alastor's mist materializes the greatest fears of those caught within. Farrin's villainous papa is the former. The latter is up to you / Miroru! These fears are visible and can interact with both parties, though, albeit to lesser degrees than their "real" counterparts / they won't be as strong.))

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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There wasn't much for the two to react to before the danger was fully present. Miroru knew the radio contact was ongoing, but nothing moved in towards them. It wasn't as if they had radio'd in support. There was simply nothing, and then the fog was upon them.

"Oh, we CAN be. And we ARE."

This came from the other end of the street, from a tower of muscle, bravado, and disdain. The tone itself was the very picture of self-obsessed arrogance, no respect for the mere children he addressed whatsoever.

"I should have known Mamoru's taste in companions hadn't improved. I finally decide to cleanse my name of this pest's existence, and what help does he have? Some foreign filth."

Miroru stared wide-eyed, shocked beyond response as Incapacitor squared off opposite Balor.

"Doesn't matter. You'll BREAK just as nicely as the PEST."

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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addy issues, amiright? Farrin's gaze never broke. He heard Incapacitor's words, but they were lost on him. What normally would have stirred a hurricane storm was little more than a breeze against stone. These last few months had tested Farrin. Despite the protection UAU claimed, it could only extend so far beyond the walls. Farrin had gone looking for trouble. That was the truth. After he froze up before Magister, the first of these stalker villains, he vowed not to do so again. He chased danger. Confronted villainy. Stood tall over those that wrought malevolence into the world. Yet, before Balor, he felt it again. Fear. 

Farrin pulled his phone from his pocket, meriting only a slight shift in the light behind the dark knight's visor. It flicked two fingers aside, and the weight of Farrin's phone grew thousands fold. It slammed into the ground and shattered. Then, the weight of the world was thrust on Farrin's shoulders. He, too, crashed. 

His hands pressed against the ground, mustering all his might to push. Push against the increased gravity he was subject to, but it was no good. "Get out o' 'ere!" He shouted to Miroru, who had yet to garner Balor's attention. 

"Well, that was easy enough," Alastor mused. 

He just needed the Balor construct to trap the girl as well, then allow her own father's image to finish her off. Unfortunately, he could only push the fear constructs in the right direction, not control them absolutely. The targets' own fears had a hand in play as well. Still, how long could it take before these two beasts saw the girl killed and the boy subdued?  

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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As Farrin was slammed to the ground by the force of gravity itself, Miroru stood stock still, staring in fear down the alley at her father. He strode towards the pair, cracking his knuckles. There was no lightning to be seen. Miroru knew he knew better than to feed her quirk. And Miroru knew he knew he didn't need it to get the better of her.

The fight was over with one lunge.

The towering mass of muscle and malice hurled his fist forwards to grab his child by the throat- and grabbed nothing but air, lurching a step past where he'd intended, scowling abruptly in shock as his hand disrupted the convincing image of Miroru, revealing it as a fraud.

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Miroru stood in darkness, hidden from the light entirely, feeling the whole scene play out. She'd bolted out of position the moment that they'd been ambushed by bodies that hadn't been there. That wasn't possible. Or- it was, quirks existed, but it meant something had HAPPENED. They hadn't simply been outmaneuvered.

Her heart was hammering, horrified, in her chest. This was the worst possible version of her father, and that... suggested things. She didn't know who Farrin's opponent was, but they were clearly powerful, and familiar, horribly so. She'd had the same reaction. That was... PROBABLY beyond coincidence. Besides, she knew her father hated her, but not so much as he loved his reputation. This was too exposed. One person with a cell phone could ruin his life right now.

All the same, clearly something was being carried over. Her father wasn't using his quirk, but the other was. So her father's mimic knew not to throw her power to use, but clearly not the extent of her tricks. Which made sense, she'd hidden precisely that from her father lest he cotton on to the ways she evaded him.

And THAT, suggested these were taken from what THEY knew of these PEOPLE.

And THAT meant they were LIMITED.

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Darkness shot up around the figure of Incapacitor, locking him out of the light as well as out of the sight of Balor. As it did, blows began to rain on Incapacitor. Not particularly powerful ones- Miroru wasn't particularly strong physically after all- but fast strikes, inconsistent ones, that allowed neither prediction of a rhythm or an easy guess at location. She was locked into a knife's-edge duel between his reactive flailing and her own predictive abilities and evasive skills, but ultimately, in and of themselves, these blows weren't going to do much more than piss him off.

Which, ultimately, was exactly what she wanted to have happen.

"GYAAAAGH!!! MAMORU, YOU FUCKING COWARD! IF YOU WON'T STAND AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN-" He howled, his tone vicious and vindictive as crackling power rose in the air around him. "-THEN I'LL MAKE YOUR FRIEND CAN FRY LIKE ONE!"

He hurled a bolt of titanic, literal lightning, straight towards Farrin's locked position. The father Miroru knew had no idea she'd developed her quirk as much as she had. He had no reason to suspect there'd be any reason NOT to unleash a torrent of electrical force at full power. The child HE knew had never been able to stop it before.

So when the bolt of lightning curled around Farrin and shot straight for Balor instead in Miroru's best attempt to break Balor's hold on Farrin himself, it was likely as much a shock to Incapacitor as it was Balor himself.

Would it work? Was it even powerful enough to stop Balor from locking down his son? Miroru had no idea. But she couldn't clear the scene without at least TRYING to save Farrin from this nightmare.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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lind, deaf, and dumb. Before his father, Farrin might as well have been all three. Physically, it was impossible to fight back against the kind of gravitational forces Balor could muster. And the tactical situation was just as dire. Chronokinesis was a wild card against such powerful gravitational fluctuations. Above & Beyond put his quirk through the paces against gravity, but not to this degree. An acceleration field might see him crawl or fly even faster than he intended, missing his marks. His mother was the better fighter, but there was no denying Balor's Singularity.

While the war between Miroru and Incapacitor waged behind him, Farrin stared death into his father's single glowing eye. One day. Somehow. He was going to make the bastard pay. He didn't expect the opportunity to arrive so soon. 

The electrical current spiraled around him, dazzling light and might crackling just by his ears, the heat flushed against his flesh, then arced toward Balor. Even the Singularity hadn't expected it. The lightning strike blasted the dark knight back into a parked car, lodging his armor into the metal frame. Glass shattered and spat up into the air, but before it moved an inch, Farrin was up. He felt his strength return. Without the world's weight crushing him, without Chronokinesis lock and key, he was free. 

Farrin was on his feet, one arm pointed in Balor's direction, the other toward Miroru's attacker. He hadn't made out every detail of the conversation, his focus so heavily locked on Balor, but he knew this to be his friend's enemy. So, a shimmering wall of light emerald appeared behind Incapacitor... and Farrin fired. 

Freezing adhesive rounds blasted from Farrin's glove, zooming in on Incapacitor. If the shots pushed him back a single step, he would touch the field and be slowed for a solid ten seconds. More than enough time for someone like Miroru to lay on the hurt. Had Farrin not needed every extra ounce of strength for what came next, he would have tried to freeze her father longer had the maneuver worked. 

Balor wouldn't be down long. Even under a barrage of incendiaries, the knight rose. Farrin blazed ahead at full speed, and before the dark knight could recover, Farrin was on him. His fist cracked as thunder against the Singularity's helmet. 

"Yuh killed her yuh' bastard, yuh' fuckin' killed her! Never again, yuh' won't hurt anyone e'er again!" 

Farrin's fist was a flurry of steel and strength. He battered the image of his father, undeterred by any defense, any armor Balor might adorn. He had to stay on the offense. to stop the villain from using his quirk again. Like his mother, if he could stay close, he could win. As skilled and powerful as his father was, Farrin was the faster. 

Above, Alastor continued to watch the display below. The makings of a scowl creeping below his mask. The time-turner was a well-known quantity. The organization's primary target. The girl, while usually within his circle when under these conditions, usually hadn't become this involved with his chasing the snakes. The last thing the organization wanted was unknown quantities. One was enough in the temporal rogue that plagued their efforts, but the fox was wits and firepower to match. A headache they didn't need to develop any further. She had to die here. 

His hand went to his ear once more, "Have Corvidae send backup. We must flush the fox out for real; then we can gun her down." With the organization's teleporter, Corvidae, sending backup soon, he could entrap the girl. Hopefully, that'd be the end of the unknown quantities. 

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Miroru remained out of sight precisely long enough for Farrin to capitalize on the instant of freedom to tip the battle powerfully in their favor, the freezing rounds driving back the musclebound hero into the decceleration field, and allowing Miroru to appear in front of him, rage lacing her expression.

"My name."

She shifted her stance, widened it, designed for pure, relentless offense as she finished her sentence with a snarl.

"IS MIRORU!"

Depending on how sharp Farrin's hearing was, he might catch an odd irregularity to the sound of Miroru absolutely taking off the kid gloves and laying into this horrific imitation of her old man. She threw her punches, and there was the flat, muffled thud of dull impact on flesh- and the briefest instant later, a second thump, as if her punches were landing twice! Her gauntlets, exposed as her blows peeled back her sleeves, were working overtime, converting every blow into electrical power via piezoelectric crystals, and pumping that power straight into force generators adding blasts of sheer kinetic energy as kickers to each of her rapid-fire punches! The blows started to generate muffled snaps as the copy's ribs started to crack, and a twisting leap drove her fist- complete with another doubled impact- into the underside of his jaw, sending Incapacitor reeling backwards and collapsing. Her father was the thing Miroru was most afraid of- but the Achilles heel of the technique at work was that it was also what she'd trained hardest to take down. Her father was many things, but durable wasn't particularly one of them, and all she needed to exploit that was the opening Farrin gave-

Miroru's eyes went wide as she felt the heat signatures of everyone Corvidae was sending at once, twisting to scream towards Farrin.

"MORE INCOMING!!!!!"

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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lastor watched, steadfast in his resolve, as the two children rebelled against their paternal parentage. Beneath his mask, though he would loath to admit it, a tinge of awe crept across the Ouroboros Fang's features. What was the Alpha waiting for? These ones were growing - fast. They needed to be dealt with immediately. 

That's when the scales appeared. A murder of crows had swept down into the battlefield, each dispersed into shadows, leaving a scale in its place. The Fangs made up Ouroboros' most capable agents, but without the scales, the organization would lack numbers. Reinforced armor, enhanced physicality, exceptional training. They weren't Ouroboros's best; some were even without quirks despite the organization's goals, but they were the greatest pawns a king could ask for. 

Four lined Alastor's sides, two focusing on Farrin and two more looking to Miroru, each holding automatic rifles. Below, six more appeared, three to each of the children's back. Together, they opened fire. 

Farrin turned to Miroru's words, only a split moment before the scales fired. With a wave of the hand, one field slowed the bullets flying his way. With scales physically blocking his view on their approach, he couldn't see Miroru's end of the street as well, though he would raise a field above, his attention now on the revealed member of Ouroboros and the above firing squad. She would have to cut off the guns of her below attackers like she did during the exam or something, but he could help by slowing the bullets whizzing in from above. 

An armored glove snatched the time-turner by the throat. "Dammit," he cursed, his father's visage picking him up off the ground as he rose. Rebellion continued to flood his veins. Something had clearly been burning in Miroru, burning in them both. It was time to set the fire loose. Farrin's fist crackled with emerald sparks. He slammed it into the dark knight's helmet again, then a second and third time. As Balor drew his free fist back, Farrin grabbed the arm, holding him up, and pulled. He threw his leg up in a kick, which cracked against the villain's helmet, sending him back another step. 

A moment of weakness. One single moment. It was all Farrin needed. He jabbed the inside of Balor's elbow and dropped onto the ground. In a blink, he was back a few meters, trading blows with the scales, then back on Balor. 

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Alastor shouted.

His influence over the fear constructs was, in fact, limited, but an emotional outburst in him was reflected in his creations. Balor clenched his fist, and this time, a gravity well pulled on the entire block. Farrin was slammed into the ground again. This - thing - wasn't as strong as it used to be. Farrin was slow to move, but he could pick himself up. What's more, the gravity affected everyone. Chronokinesis would be erratic but exposed long enough, and he could acclimate. Meanwhile, the scales were being weighed down as well. He and Miroru could still do this. They could win.  

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