[Yanai Yoko]

When she needed to get away from it all she found herself going on walks. At first it was just outside her dorm room, then around campus, but eventually even the safety of UAU became too stuffy. Too many people around, and it was especially tough for her when she wasn't exactly a people person, and still didn't even know if she wanted to be a hero. As far as she was concerned, she had bombed her entrance exam on purpose, but earned a spot at the school through nepotism. Everyone could choose what career path they wanted to pursue, everyone but members of the Yanai family. What made matters worse was that it seemed like Hebiru Yanai, her older sister, seemed to be enjoying her job at UAU and as a pro hero quite a lot.

It was sickening, and on nights like this when it became too much she went for a stroll outside school grounds. Not just to get away, but also because she had found out that there was a convenience store close by. The perfect place to pick up snacks and a pack of cigarettes. All that a short walk from campus. It wasn't uncommon to see UAU students stop by earlier in the day, but that was precisely why Yoko was here now after the Sun had already set. Approaching the store Yoko took out her last cigarette and smoked it out front, savoring the night air as she thought about what snacks to buy. Looking inside she wanted to get a quick head count on the customers, just in case someone like Jun or Kei happened to be shopping. Nerds she wanted to avoid at times like this.

That was when she noticed it.

Masked men wielding guns. She counted them one by one, time slowing to a crawl as she ducked out of sight. One, two, three, four, five... Five gunmen wearing kabuki masks. How bad was her luck? These guys were wielding GUNS! She turned and quickly got out her phone, losing her half-smoked cigarette in the process as it fell to the ground unceremoniously. She had never dialed for the police so fast in her life, her heart racing as she pressed call, only to have her phone kicked out of her hands and stomped on before the call could go through. The man, presumably a sixth masked robber pointed a handgun at her face and squatted down to meet her at eye level. ''Gone and gotten yourself lost, haven't you?'' The armed robber sounded so smug and it was grating on her ears, wanting her to transform all the more, but it wasn't safe. Not only could she not guarantee the safety of any employees, but she wasn't strong enough to just take bullets like it was nothing. ''Get up.'' He demanded, opening the door to the convenience store to let her in.

''There was one more. This is why I always tell you to check the perimeter. This one was about to snitch on us too.'' With his free hand the robber confiscated her umbrella and forced her down on her knees next to the other hostages, none of which she recognized. However, in that moment she could have sworn she saw someone outside. A silhouette, a figure, a shadow. Was it another robber, or a hero? They were so close to campus, surely the heroes were already on the way, right?

''Yanai Yoko.'' The masked man that caught her earlier read aloud from her hero student license. All she could do was glare defiantly and sweat bullets. ''Doesn't that name sound familiar? I think she's from a hero family.'' Said another.

''Yanai... Like that Gorgon. We've caught ourselves some prime bait tonight, boys.'' Bait? Was her and the other hostages bait? For what? For who? She hardly had any time to react before she felt sharp metal stab into her neck, burying deep. In that moment where she struggled to breathe and felt pain assault her senses all she could see was butterfly wings. Then moments later she was back, coughing feverishly on the floor, her hands desperately feeling the place where she was stabbed only to find that there was no wound at all. ''That should secure our escape.'' One of the masked men said, sheathing his knife.

''Now all we have to do is wait for a bigger fish to come along.''

''Hey, it says here that the Yanai kid has a quirk, shouldn't we tie her up?''

''There's no need.'' The man who caught her earlier, and had also just stabbed her in the neck spoke like he was in charge. ''She's just a first year student. Besides, my quirk wins out against transformation type abilities.''

''Big talk from a shithead wearing a lame mask.'' She sneered, causing the robbers to laugh. ''So she does talk!''

The robbers were in position at the convenience store. All that was left was for the threats to reach Farrin O'Rourke.

Earlier that day, whether it was out on a walk or in public, a small centipede would approach Farrin with a simple message that it wrote by contorting and lengthening its own body to degrees it shouldn't be able to. The message read:

''WE HAVE FREJA HELT, COME ALONE TONIGHT OR SHE DIES''

The message specified time and place and didn't give Farrin much time to think. The centipede faded into thin air with the next passing breeze vanishing in an instant.

If he came alone? Perfect. They could skirmish to their hearts' content and find out who Oberon really was. If he didn't? Well, there was a reason they brought a squad of six for this mission, despite the target being a hero student.

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TL;DR: Kabuki gunmen are holding up a convenience store close to UAU. Taking Yoko hostage they decide they can use her as leverage against Farrin O'Rourke, who they are trying to lure out under the false pretenses that they are holding Freja captured.

Farrin

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t was inconceivable—incomprehensible, really. He would go as far as to call it mystifying. Who on earth had the gall to take a student of one of the most prestigious hero academies in the world captive and then use them as bait for another? The author of this grand design was as brazen as they were arrogant, and that arrogance measured to the nth degree.

"Hol' on, Freja," Farrin said, framed in a scowl.

He tried calling his friend, desperate to confirm the nature of the threat, but there was no answer. He hadn't known she was currently flying home to Denmark. As far as he was concerned, this was real. Freja was as capable as they came. Quirk or no, she could swing that bat with all the precision and power Farrin carried in his fists. If they had subdued her, well okay, maybe some small measure of that arrogance had been earned. Just a very small bit. But Farrin was determined. He would not rest until he had rescued his friend.

Indecision stalked Farrin's every move through the day. The clock was ticking, and time was nearly up. All but a few night classes were out, and Farrin finished the bulk of his daily training. He continued on through the night, shadowboxing atop his hill, waiting for an answer to come to him. Ultimately, he called the police, but only just before making his way to the convenience store. He gave the police operator his name, status as a UAU student, and even a plan of attack. He asked that they keep a wide perimeter. Hopefully, Farrin, using the authority inherited by his preliminary license, even if he was stretching it a bit, would see if he could handle the situation. If not, or if they made for an escape, the place would be surrounded if the police went along with his plan and didn't just bring another hero into the mix that was.

With the call made and the time drawing on him, Farrin took off in his hero outfit. The air cracked with each step he took, the sound barrier long ago broken. He kicked off one building, then again off the air itself. The location wasn't far, only seconds away from campus while moving at time-turned speeds. His arrival was marked with a thunderous boom that rang across the skies. Then he landed.

A nonchalant entrance, Farrin walked right in. Six marks, a few visible hostages. Myriad calculations ran through the student's time-turned mind. He could enwrap their firearms, slow the speed of the trigger and ensuing gunpowder ignition, and finally, the bullets' acceleration. But they might have quirks. With six enemies, using the law of averages and modern time's fifty-fifty split between quirked and quirkless, the odds were at least three had quirks. Of course, if they were specialized, members of Ouroboros, or more likely, the Spiders, all six might be armed with quirks.

"Well, lads. Yuh' wanted me. 'ere I am. So, tell me, yuh' rather turn yerselves in now or yuh lookin fer' a trouncin first?" He said with a smirk, "I prefer the former, but I dun' mind the latter if yer keen on it." He needed to get them talking, their focus on him rather than the innocent people kneeling before them.
 

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

Unfortunately even if Freja wanted to pick up the phone and talk to Farrin, she was dealing with her own trouble back in Denmark at the moment. No return calls came, not even a short text.

One of the masked men had tiny centipedes crawl up his arm and whisper something into his ear, just as a loud, thunderous boom sounded to signify Farrin's arrival. ''Seems like our target has arrived.'' Said the man, relaying what his quirk was telling him to the others. ''We could've said as much.'' Answered another guy leaning against the wall behind Yoko. She could only sit back and watch in confusion, her questions piling up by the minutes. Who was their target? Why was she prime bait? And most disturbingly... When had big butterfly antennae grown out of her head and how long had they been there?! Since she got stabbed by that one guy?

''Well, could you tell this? He's not alone.'' Continued the centipede guy passive aggressively. ''That means he's smarter than you gave him credit for, Isamu.''

''Isn't that exciting?'' Chirped Isamu, the guy who had stabbed Yoko as he started to limber up. ''I can't wait to meet him myself.''

As if right on cue, the man of the hour walked in and almost instantly the other five that weren't Isamu took aim at Farrin. ''Now, now everyone. No need for that.'' Isamu reassured his colleagues before turning back to Farrin. ''I'd like to take you up on that trouncing you're so kindly offering.'' He put his hands together softly. ''You see, I'm something of a fan of you.'' He casually removed his mask and tossed it aside, no tricks, no surprise attack, no nothing. For some reason the robber just revealed his identity. ''We've all heard of Farrin O'Rourke. Haven't we team?'' He looked over his shoulder at the others and got a couple of nods. ''Since I know your name it's only fair I introduce myself before our bout. My name is Isamu Kato.'' He bowed theatrically. ''Hired sword by trade, and much like you my favorite way to pass the time is fighting.'' He was making assumptions on that last one, but was comfortable doing so. ''Will any of your friends be joining us? Our duel would get awfully messy if you called them in here. Think of the clean-up that would leave these here employees to do.'' He gestured to the employees and Yoko.

Yoko herself remained confused. She had never seen this man before in her life. Farrin O'Rourke? Was he a student? She thought she might have heard his name said around campus, but she never committed it to memory. Standing up straight, Isamu pulled out his knife, which at second glance seemed comically large to Yoko. Almost like it was a miniature sword where the blade was short, but the hilt itself was bigger. ''I'm not so good with words, this is my preferred method of communication.'' He smiled, before dashing at Farrin so fast that Yoko couldn't even follow his movements. Isamu wasted no time and tried to stab Farrin in the throat immediately. He knew his target was the real deal and had a way to counter such a lethal attack.

It wasn't until the first move had been made that Yoko thought to give Farrin a piece of advice. ''Don't let him stab you! That's his power!''

Outside, atop the gas station a giant centipede sat curled around the rooftop like a territorial dragon, watching the police circle hungrily, but remaining dormant.

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Isamu Kato
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can manipulate the traits of another's quirk to weaken them depending on their quirk type. Can only affect one person at a time, and only be triggered if the user manages to injure their target.


Name: ??? (Gunman #2)
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can create centipedes of varying sizes that they can control at will.

Farrin

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arrin's golden stare rolled over the room, eyeing the crooks, the hostages, the many shelves stocked with snacks, groceries, and all manner of goods. There was a definitive lack of Freja Helt. Had they lied? Or was she being held in another location? If he were a crook, he would keep his prime hostage off-site if things didn't go as planned. Always keep an ace up the sleeve and all that. 

"Easier ways ta' get an autograph," Farrin commented when this Isamu Kato mentioned his being a fan. 

Had Farrin's reputation overtaken him in the race off campus? His name had circulated around school, that much he knew, but if villains outside of Ouroboros and the other elites out there, like Freja's Spiders, knew his name, then Oberon's name was growing faster than he was. And this was just the first of such consequences. Consequences that would require his attention later. 

Farrin's hands shot up to intercept. Don't get stabbed - got it - that was already the plan. He would snatch at Isamu's forearm to hold the knife there. If successful, Farrin would immediately draw his right leg up to kick at the crook's ribs three times. He was trying to double the man over-- open up sight lines on the gaggle of goons so he could blast at them with his wrist launchers. Neutralize the threat before they could threaten the other hostages. But, to do that, he needed Isamu out of the way. If the fellow was true to his word, an experienced mercenary and one with a keen eye for combat, that might not be so easy. One step at a time. 

Whether the maneuver saw Isamu fall over or not, Farrin would be quick to follow up, "So, am I ta' take it the lot o' yuh dun' have Freja Helt then?" He asked, drawing back a step. Maybe one more brawn than brains would speak up and tell him what he wanted to know before someone else could silence him.  

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

Wait, wait, wait. What was going on? Had she accidentally walked onto the set of an action movie or something? These guys had mobilized, what six villains? Presumably six quirk users too, all for one UAU student? Whatever business this Farrin O'Rourke had gotten himself involved in she wanted none of it. Unfortunately however, there was no way she could sneak out of here. The other masked men that weren't engaged with Farrin were blocking off every other exit and there was no telling what quirks they might have. Not to mention they were armed. Sure, she could break a window and escape, but could she do all that before getting shot? Next thing she knew this Isamu and Farrin were exchanging blows left and right.

''Oh my! You're quite skilled. ~'' Isamu smiled, seemingly amused by the fact that Farrin managed to stop his knife. He endured the pain as he took one blow to his ribs, but was quick to block the others, trying to grab ahold of Farrin's leg to interrupt the kicking. ''Freja Helt? I haven't the faintest! I've killed countless people, maybe you could help jog my memory a bit?'' He spun his knife arm around to try and nick Farrin on the cheek, any cut, even the smallest one would do. Normally Isamu would target areas that weren't all that lethal to begin with. Most people were willing to trade a cut on the shoulder or arm for a blow against him, not knowing how fatal their mistake would be. Farrin wasn't one of them and even if he was, the boy came equipped in a durable suit. A flashy knight in shining armor!

''Fuck this.'' Yoko muttered to herself, springing up to try and attack the guy that was controlling the giant centipede on the rooftop. However, the second she moved one of the other masked individuals pointed a finger gun at her leg. ''Foul play.'' Once she uttered those words a stone sculpture of an angel with a bow grew out of the masked woman's shoulder, firing an arrow into Yoko's leg causing her to stumble over and bump into a nearby aisle, knocking bags of candy and other snacks onto the floor around her as she writhed. ''Please do try to keep your composure, Yanai-chan.'' The woman demanded calmly, keeping her finger pointed at Yoko, who was silently cursing under her breath and clutching her wound. ''That boy looks scary. Are you sure you've got this Isamu? I could have my 'Correspondent' gobble him right up for you. Would you like that boy?'' The centipede user talked to Farrin like he wasn't in the middle of fighting someone. ''Two against one.''

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Isamu Kato
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can manipulate the traits of another's quirk to weaken them depending on their quirk type. Can only affect one person at a time, and only be triggered if the user manages to injure their target.

Name: ??? (Gunman #2)
Quirk Name: The Correspondents
Quirk Description: User can create centipedes of varying sizes that they can control at will.

Name: ??? (Gunman #3)
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: Her quirk represents the duality between 'hurt and heal'. Saying ''foul play'' let's her fire an arrow that hurts people, while saying ''fair play'' let's her fire an arrow that heals people.

Farrin

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he girl said his quirk was related to the knife. That made the weapon priority one. Chronokinesis possessed no such prerequisites. If Isamu couldn't catch Farrin with the knife, he would have a hand-to-hand combat savant backed by a time-turning quirk to contend with without any equivalent supernatural help. The math was mathing. 

The man caught one of Farrin's kicks, though his arm wrapped around the hero-student's right leg. Even without his quirk, he was skilled. So, Farrin dropped backward. He let himself fall to the floor, drew his left leg toward his chest, and thrust it upward in a hard kick, aiming for center mass. Whether the kick landed or not, Farrin would roll backward, out of Isamu's hold, and leap onto his feet. 

The small barrels of each of Farrin's wrist cannons extended from his glove. He was all lined up and ready to fire. But A yelp and a tumble snatched his attention. Yoko's commotion forced his hand. "Two 'gainst one, might almost be fair fer yuh," he snickered, adjusting his aim and firing one stun round at the woman shouldering the stone angel and another at the centipede speaker.

Farrin then turned his attention on Isamu, but the loudmouth wasn't without skill, there was a fair chance he was already closing the distance. Whether or not that was the case, Farrin would fire an adhesive round for the villain's feet. The adhesives would explode into a blue goo that proved quite difficult for most to escape from. With some luck, he would take out who he assumed was the ringleader early. After that, this could quickly become a mop-up operation.  

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

Isamu let out a grunt as Farrin kicked him back. Despite the blows Farrin were landing, the smile couldn't be wiped from Isamu's face as he seemed to enjoy himself the same way one would while sparring with an old friend. ''Quick thinking, Farrin O'Rourke!'' He praised his opponent while holding a hand over the spot where he was kicked. The hero student had put some distance between them now, but what was the worst he could do with it, retort? Panic? He wasn't exactly a pro, so the odds that he-

Uh oh, he was taking aim at his comrades. Ah well, what could he do? The important part was that it looked like Farrin was having fun too.

The guy controlling the centipede quickly ducked for cover, avoiding the stun round altogether while crying out. ''Holy shit Isamu, I thought you said you could handle him!'' Meanwhile, the woman barely moved from her spot, but simply grabbed one of her nearest allies to use as a meat shield, much to their dismay. ''OW! Damn it! Why me?!'' They protested after they got shocked and dropped to their knees. ''Sorry, you're too slow.'' She said coldly, the angel on her shoulder disappearing as she lifted her other arm to take aim, this time at Isamu.

Yoko was seeing all this and trying to piece it all together as the events played out around her at lightning speed. She had never been in a combat situation before, not a real one anyway, only this simulated school ones, but they were nothing like this. Her leg was in horrible pain where she had been shot, but she wasn't bleeding or anything, in fact, it felt more like a strong phantom pain the longer she let it linger. With some effort, she could probably stand up again and help the other student.

Meanwhile, Isamu immediately swung his knife at Farrin, hoping to catch him while he was shooting at his friends. Unfortunately, his momentum was halted by the adhesive round. ''No shit, you came prepared didn't you?'' Isamu grinned, looking down at his feet, pretending to be surprised while he fished out a hidden razor blade, tossing it at Farrin trying to cut him on the cheek. ''Isamu, heads up.'' The woman said, before uttering the phrase. ''Fair play.'' Another angel statue grew out of her other shoulder, taking aim at and firing at Isamu, but before the arrow could hit him, Yoko sprung up to try and help Farrin, just in time to get shot down by another arrow, sending her flying across the store past the dueling Isamu and Farrin.

Strangely though, it felt as if her injuries were healing... ''Hey idiot! Are you okay?'' She called out for Farrin, unsure of whether she should get up from the cover she had landed behind.

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 grade marks, or somewhere close. Farrin's plan was entirely successful. He escaped Isamu's grasp and landed a solid blow, but both his chosen targets were unharmed, even if one's safety came at the cost of her ally. What was more curious was her following actions. Her little angel took aim- at Isamu. A multifaceted quirk? 

With Farrin's time-turned senses, he could shoot the arrow right out of the air at this range. He wasn't the best shot, but things moved slowly in his eyes, and this was relatively close range. So, Farrin led the target. His wrist lined up the shot. He would take it right out of the air, only for the girl attacked earlier to spring up and take the hit for Isamu before Farrin ever fired. Did she mean to, or had she been trying to attack Isamu from behind? Either way, time was running short.

Quirks were nigh-infinite in effect. What proved beneficial for one person might be a detriment to another. She might need help. "Dammit," Farrin cranked up the temporal power, ready to speed over to her. Then the knife spun by. Farrin dipped backward. A miss, right? In the eyes of all those watching, it was clearly a miss. But it wasn't. A wound barely deep enough to bleed, it hardly nicked his cheek as it passed, but hardly nicked was still nicked. 

Farrin's gaze fixed on Isamu, and he charged with a hard right jab aimed at the man's jaw. He had to take him out before his quirk became involved in the fight. If he hadn't been so focused, he might have had the perfect gesture for the girl throwing insults his way while he was trying to protect her. 

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

''Caught you!'' Isamu grinned, dropping the knife he was holding and activating his quirk. Farrin would be able to feel a sudden headache set in. Nothing too drastic, but enough to be noticeable. What was much more noticeable was the brief imagery of butterfly wings flashing before his eyes, like something was invading his mind. Just like what had happened to Yoko earlier, two butterfly antennae grew out of Farrin's head, effectively marking him as the quirk's target. If he went to feel where he had been cut earlier despite the injury being just a nick, he would find that it had healed completely. ''Easy there!'' Isamu dodged the jab and backed up a few steps to put distance between himself and Farrin. ''You're scary enough without your power. I think it's high time someone put you at a disadvantage.'' Isamu's quirk activated further as thick spore dust began to mix with Farrin's Chronokinesis, covering him in a dust layer that would make him a bit more sluggish if it persisted. ''You're an emitter after all.'' Isamu confirmed as his quirk affected Farrin the way it would all other emitters that were targeted.

Before he could fully capitalize on the debuff, Yoko, now free from the butterfly mark leapt out from her cover, having transformed into a small blue troll using her anger. ''Fuck off, you creep!'' With a punch she slammed Isamu through one of the aisle shelves. It looked like it should have hurt, but she wasn't anywhere near the level of someone like Farrin. ''Hey, get it together! We just have to beat this guy, right?'' She didn't dare take her eyes off the enemies, but her comment was directed at Farrin. She was breathing so fast she could hardly hear herself think. Were they going to die? She had more of a fighting chance if she backed this guy up, but was it the right choice? ''Now you've done it, Yanai Yoko.'' Isamu spat some blood onto the floor as he stood up. ''Things have finally started to get interesting. What do you say, Farrin O'Rourke? One more round? Two versus one.'' He smiled and picked his knife-sword back up, extending it to its full sword length. ''You're strong, Yoko, but are you fast enough to prevent me from taking your head?'' He raised his sword and dashed forward, intending to do just that unless Farrin found a way to block him. Either way it was a win-win for Isamu. Yoko had managed to get the jump on him, but ultimately she was going to be a liability for Farrin.

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is initial reaction was to take a swing at it. The butterfly, that is. Its wings were superimposed in his vision, and then the antenna sprouted. "Am I outta me' feckin' tree?" He mumbled a saying he recalled his mum asking one of his uncles, usually referring to one's drunkenness, though today Farrin was wondering if he was drugged. He definitely was. Isamu was making a move, and you won't believe it, but a fecking blue troll comes off the top rope to lend a hand.

Yeah, no way he wasn't absolutely hammered. Had to be. 

"Oh, come off it, what the feck is goin' on 'ere?" 

Spores washed over Farrin flesh. His head was banging; he was apparently part bug, and a troll was playing support to his heroics. Isamu's was yapping his gob, talking shite, there were still others to deal with even if this shitehawk was saying he would fight them two on one. One problem at a time, though, Isamu was charging. 

"Fast?" Farrin smirked.

He didn't have time to warn her. A temporal field fit firmly to Yoko's troll form would envelop the girl. He had been told it was like taking an adrenaline shot to the heart or something crazy like that. There was no telling how she would react, but she would have a little time to sort her thoughts as she was accelerated. Still, he couldn't rely on that alone to save her. There was always the chance she still didn't move on time, so Farrin threw himself forward, crossing his arms into a guard stance. His hero outfit was incredibly strong, thanks to Kei and Ana's efforts, especially his gloves. The pounding headache made it difficult to focus on a proper offensive, but he could buy Yoko a moment to act with her newfound speed.  

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

''There it is... No one is immune to the effects of my quirk.'' Isamu mused, feeling good about himself that he had landed a proper hit on Farrin O'Rourke. ''You're clearly an emitter.'' He went on to explain, ''my quirk messes with the very fundamentals of your quirk. You produce something, but my quirk gets in the way and seeps out every time you use it. Like a parasite that has taken hold in your body. How does it feel, boy?'' Isamu directed his attention towards Yoko as he charged forward, causing her to freeze up, knowing that her time had come. There was no way she could dodge the blade in time, she had gotten in over her head and now she was going to pay the ultimate price.

Or so she thought.

Almost like an adrenaline shot had been injected straight into her heart she suddenly felt everything speed up, stumbling backwards as Farrin threw himself in front of her, intercepting the blade. ''You must've paid well for that outfit.'' Isamu grinned, clearly annoyed that Farrin had interrupted him. She looked down at her hands, opening and closing them. Was this Farrin's quirk? She quickly darted around him and punched Isamu away, managing to avoid a quick counterattack from his sword as he tried to catch her. ''What's happening? I feel... Different.'' Not quite high, but definitely some kind of affected. Was this what it was like, to move at the speed Farrin and Isamu did? She swung again, and again, keeping the pressure on the villain. She didn't know how long it would last, so it was probably best to take advantage of it while she could. ''Yanai Yoko, you're not half bad either!'' Isamu's defense was almost flawless, probably due to her lack of actual combat experience and the fact that she was just wildly swinging at him, even if she had been powered up. ''You're just... Unrefined.'' He remarked, before Yoko managed to grab him by the collar of his suit. ''Farrin!'' She called out as she chucked Isamu headfirst at her fellow hero student, hoping that he could pull something despite his unfortunate Bug's Life situation.

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ike I'm 'bout ta' beat yer' arse inta' next week," Farrin said, words jittery, as he backpedaled a step from Isami's attack. Yeah, the gloves had eaten the blow, but the barrel of his right linear cannon was wrecked. Ana would have to fix that up a little later. Hopefully, he wouldn't need it to finish this fight. 

The blue troll was on the move, a very fast move courtesy of his quirk, and she hit hard. Farrin aimed his left glove toward the others and fired off a few more stun rounds. His aim was as shaky as his words, his head still pounding, but they weren't entirely off the mark. With some luck, he would score a few hits and take the rest of the henchmen out without the commitment of a continued full-on brawl.

Isamu, however, was inbound. "On it," Farrin clipped. He drew back a step, then shut chronokinesis down. At this range, he didn't need it and he wouldn't let the throbbing headache or fuzz throw him off his game during this one singular blow. When Isamu was close enough, Farrin would throw a shot for his jaw, an uppercut this time.

    

Chronokinesis would fire up again after the swing. He wasn't about to risk the others remaining on their feet and itching for the fight. As strong as his suit was, a bullet to the brain would make the headache infinitesimal. If all went well, though, Isamu would be down and out, leaving the others in disarray. 

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

The woman that had shot using her angel statues quirk earlier ended up eating the stun rounds this time, letting out a monotone ''Ow.'' As she went down and the other henchmen scrambled to gather up on one spot. ''Isamu!'' One of the other henchmen called out. They were lined up perfectly to witness their supposed leader get nailed by Farrin's uppercut, sending the villain slamming into the ceiling before falling to the floor with a thud. Yoko couldn't see all their faces because of their masks, but she could tell that they were shocked. ''Nice one... Farrin. I've seen what I wanted.'' Isamu groaned weakly, hand twitching before he slowly pushed himself back up to his knees. ''Let's get out of here.'' Once he was up in a sitting position he glanced at Yoko.

Where Farrin had once felt affected by Isamu's quirk it vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Only it didn't disappear fully, he merely transferred it back to Yoko who was clutching her head as the antennae sprouted out of her again. Clenching her fist she took a swing at Farrin, attempting to knock him down. Only, why would she do that?

''Shit! I-It's not me!!'' She exclaimed, eyes wide with panic as her body seemingly moved on its own. ''Farrin, dodge!'' Another swing came his way. Was this Isamu's quirk effect on transformation users?

Isamu watched for a moment as student turned on student, grimacing as he wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. ''75, we're leaving.'' He looked over his shoulder back at his friends and held his index finger up. ''Crocodile.''

The masked figure that the woman had used as a human shield earlier was slowly making their way up. They were presumably the individual known as 75. ''That kid really messed you up Isamu. You're an idiot as usual. Come over here.'' Assuming that Farrin was too busy dealing with the rampaging Yoko, the group of masked henchmen would all huddle together for their big farewell. ''That was fun Farrin, let's do it again sometime!'' Isamu smiled and waved like he was saying goodbye to an old friend. ''And Yoko! We'll stay in touch! ~'' Large maws emerged under the henchmen, a giant crocodile materializing out of the ground as if it was ascending from water. With a snap of its jaws it swallowed the group and in mere seconds they were gone. Isamu's quirk would immediately deactive on Yoko and the giant centipede that had been occupying the roof of the convenience store had also vanished.

Absolutely exhausted beyond her limits Yoko couldn't do anything but collapse onto the floor. To start she wasn't even an experienced fighter, and she had never moved as fast as Farrin's quirk had permitted her before. ''Everything hurts.'' She whined, feeling sore all over. ''You're Farrin, right?'' She rolled onto her back with some effort. Was this how heroes felt after fighting every battle? Maybe she should get a cushy office job instead. She took a couple more heavy breaths before she finally blurted out. ''So who the fuck are you?''

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uccess! Farrin traded hands, discarding offense in the name of defense. The back foot was never a comfortable place, but the students were outnumbered. His eyes drifted from Isamu across the aisles and the myriad junk food options lining the shelves to the rest of the goons. Isamu's mind games bounced and spoken familiarity bounced from Farrin as if he wore armor. Answers would have to wait. First he had to make everyone in the store safe. 

"Oh, I'm sure I've a trick er' two yuh haven't seen yet. Why leave so prematurely?" Farrin spoke, oozing confidence. 

Bait and switch. Sort of. If he could draw Isamu in for one more bout, Farrin was sure he could knock the fella unconscious. Chasing the lot might be problematic. They had numbers and coordination. Take the serpent's head off and all that, though, and he might be able to run them all down. 

Then, a flare in Farrin's mind. Danger. He eyed the lot left and right, but none had budged. With a crack, pain pulsed up from Farrin's back. He didn't fall over, but he certainly stumbled forward a few steps.

"Oi, what's the big idea," he turned around, eyeing the now-furry troll. "Give us a break, would yuh?" 

Realization hammered its way into his mind. He didn't have the bug bits anymore. Yoko did. Farrin threw his right arm toward the crooks and fired another stun round, but whether it landed or not, he hadn't anticipated some sort of teleportation-via-crocodile quirk. This fella wasn't related to the one he and Freja faced, right? No time. Farrin turned back toward Yoko and went to work deflecting her blows with his left arm, chopping at each incoming strike. She swung a like of bricks, but Farrin's Emerald Fist was rooted in dornálaíocht, an Irish bare-knuckled boxing style where the left arm was used to deflect blows rather regularly in addition to throwing jabs. Eventually, though, with the villains' disappearance, Yoko relented. The bug bits were gone. And the girl dropped. 

Farrin dropped onto his rear, filling his lungs before letting out something, part exhale, part sigh. Disappointment. This lot got away. He eyed the hostages. They were safe, and that's what mattered most. He would unbind them in a moment. 

"Yup, that's me. Yoko, I take it?" He asked her in kind. "I'm a UAU student. No idea who these feckers were, er' how they knew me. N' yerself? Any familiarity wit' em?" Maybe they took her wallet and saw her ID or something? That was the easy answer, but there was always the chance that wasn't the case. "Was pretty brave o' yuh ta' jump in like that," he added a moment later.

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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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[Yanai Yoko]

''Save it for next time!'' Isamu spat blood with a grin, he would love nothing more than to tear that confidence away from Farrin. Unfortunately, before he could continue the fight one of his companions slapped him up the back of his head. ''Stop it! We need to leave now! You had your fun.'' Even though they were undoubtedly evil people, Yoko was surprised to see that their dynamic was so... Casual. Like a group of friends just hanging out together.

If only she had more time to look before she attacked Farrin against her will. ''You think I'd punch you if I had a choice?'' She said, still actively straining against Isamu's quirk as it controlled her body and failing. For once she was actually glad she had little to no technique behind her hand-to-hand combat, as it seemingly made Farrin's job of protecting himself from her all the easier as he deflected her wild blows.

''Yeah, that's me.'' She sat up with some effort. ''How are the civilians?'' She couldn't see it from here, but miraculously no one had been hurt. Almost as if a skirmish with Farrin had been the goal of the villains all along. ''You don't know them? I figured you were best pals the way they talked about you.'' She looked at him incredulously. ''No! I just came here to get smokes and snacks. Fuckers swiped my student ID and saw my name.'' She reached for the nearest object to support herself on as she got back up to her feet. ''Brave?'' She frowned, although that wasn't all too uncommon for her given her default expression was some amount of grumpy or angry. ''Save the compliments for someone that'll appreciate them. I just got in your way. They wouldn't have gotten away if you fought them alone.'' She looked back at the hostages for a moment before she went back to help untie them. ''Not that it matters anymore. I'm done for tonight.''

Farrin