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he sun slowly set, and accompanying it were the civility and decorum of much the city's more decent day dwellers, replaced by miscreants and malcontents. The plague hadn't spread across the entirety of the massive metropolis, of course. There were plenty of good people going about their business in the evening hours and that of night, but there was no denying that darkness and shadow nourished those equally dark and depraved. It emboldened them, was salve to their fears, and empowering to their "courage," if it could be called that. 

Fortunately, Farrin and Freja weren't out and about in the city looking for trouble. No, Farrin was taking Freja to look for some proper boxing kit. His Emerald Fist was built on the foundation of Dornálaíocht, which assumed one was without gloves, but that was no reason to disregard basic safety. They could practice the bare-knuckled boxing form with some gloves until Freja progressed further. 

Eyeing the phone in his hand and the maps app he had open, Farrin's gaze would lift from the device to the next street they needed to cross. "Shouldn't be too far now," he said to his companion for the hour. A few of Farrin's classes stretched beyond the afternoon and well into the evening, hence their late-night excursion. The store they were looking for, Martial Effects, wasn't too far beyond the wooded perimeter around UA. About a half hour out from the school on foot. He could cut that time down with his quirk and often did, but technically they weren't supposed to be abusing their abilities outside of campus, so he'd adhere to the rules this time around. 

"How're classes goin' fer yuh'." As much as Farrin loathed small talk, he was genuinely interested in Freja's progress. Just how well could someone who ranked among the quirkless hold up against the likes of UA? He didn't doubt her, but his curiosity demanded satiation.     

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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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[Freja Helt]

Even though they weren't on the hunt for trouble, Freja couldn't help but feel a little bit nostalgic. Being steeped within the concrete jungle with the setting sun above them, it reminded her of her days trying to join a gang back in Copenhagen. ''Oh? Just around the corner or something?'' She looked over at Farrin. While he had been double checking his phone, she had been keeping an eye on their surroundings. Both the people and making sure she had some kind of landmarks jutted down in her mind in case they suddenly needed them for directions. It was an old habit of hers which had been revived recently. Ever since that incident where a stalker attacked her and Rin, or that other villain that mistook her and Rin for someone else and attacked them... Now that she thought about it, maybe it was just her and Rin having particularly bad luck whenever they hung out in Tokyo.

''Classes?'' She cringed a bit internally, remembering how poorly she was doing. Physical tests were absolutely insane without a quirk, she wasn't exactly book smart either. Like she wasn't an idiot, but you'd think someone who wasn't super strong was at least some kind of super genius. ''Okay, I guess.. I could be doing a lot better. Now that I have BBB I feel like I'm improving a lot faster, though.'' She managed a smile. BBB was the name of her new special gear, a bat with a secret grappling hook compartment. ''I assume yours are going pretty well? You're starting to look more and more like the standout talent among us freshmen.'' There wasn't a hint of jealously in her voice, in fact she was kind of proud that Farrin was just that good. It was admirable. Maybe that was why she still practiced that boxing pose he had taught her in front of the mirror.

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omethin' like that," Farrin responded. Farrin was definitely the "yeah let's walk, it's not that far away" even if the place was ten miles out sort. Luckily, that wasn't the case this time around. They really were only a few minutes away from their destination.

 The crowds were still rather light on this side of town. UA was built on the outskirts of the metropolis. Where else could they get away with constructing the mock cities of Grounds Beta and Gamma? Additionally, the distance discouraged prying eyes. Not that a few miles off the beaten path and through the woods would stop the most curious individuals, but it sure didn't hurt. 

"BBB?" He asked, unfamiliar with her newest toy. "N' appreciated, lass. Yeah, it's been goin' well so far I suppose. I'm already familiar wit' a lot o' the content their pitchin' us these first few weeks from Hero Prep, at least on the heroic academics end."

The quality of hero simulations and physical exercises were worlds apart between UA and Hero Prep, but classes on hero ethics and law only changed so much. UA was certainly more thorough but armed with the basics, Farrin picked up the rest rather easily. As for traditional academics, he had always been a B student, and based on the first few exams they had taken, that wasn't about to change. He wasn't an idiot, but he was no genius either.

Farrin guided them across the street, then down towards the corner. They were only about three blocks away now. A rather rambunctious lot of younger fellas, probably somewhere around his and Freja's age range, were laughing too loudly for him to continue, but once they had passed he would look back to his classmate. 

"Well, I'm sure as yuh' accumulate more gear ta' give yuh' yer own edge, yuh'll start blazin' through the courses. Meanwhile, I'll try ta' help yuh' wit' the basics." 

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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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[Freja Helt]

“Yeah. My ‘BassBall Bat’!” She grinned, proud of her dumb little pun weapon as she hoisted it up to rest over one shoulder. “It’s pretty cool. It’s like I’m halfway to having a quirk now thanks to Ana.” Although her handling of her new weapon was still rough, for the first time in a long time, Freja felt like she could see a real path forward in the hero business.

“Really?” She looked over at him, a bit surprised. “So if you missed out on hero school, you actually missed out on getting a lot of information early.” Freja had gone to hero prep school too. Well, Freja, Freja. As in the original, not the one that was here with Farrin right now. Even though Freja had access to the memories of the original, she didn’t always choose what to remember, and besides OG Freja went to a Danish hero prep school, not a Japanese one, so it was debatable how much of it translated to her current situation anyway.

Her face grew more serious for a moment, tense even, at the sight of the rambunctious bunch. She expected comments or attacks and she was ready to swing her bat any moment, but no such comments or attacks came their way. Was she growing paranoid? Maybe she had just gotten in too much trouble lately… One thing was for sure. She couldn’t let that paranoia control her. She looked over to her classmate, friend? Either way, there was no reason to be scared so long as she was walking with UAU’s number one prodigy. “Yeah.” She smiled, “thank you for that, by the way.” As far as she was aware, most people only helped others because they stood to gain something from it. Freja had nothing to offer Farrin. Well, friendship, but she wasn’t exactly popular, or influential or strong.

“How did you find out about this place we’re going to?”

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BB - Baseball Bat. How had he not put that one together? Farrin's caveman brain was showing. Ignoring his dumb-dumb moment, the young student eyed what was clearly Freja's new best friend. What was it made of? Was there any additional functionality? There was no way something as simple as a stronger metal bat was covering the distance between the quirked and quirkless alone. It had to do something. Hopefully something exciting! 

"How so? What's it do?" He asked, now genuinely curious. "N', yeah I guess so. It's no' so different from normal schools. Like, yuh' already learn plenty o' math, algebra, trigonometry, statistics n' the like in secondary schools, right?" He paused, awaiting confirmation before continuing, being that he never really attended a "normal" secondary school. One way or another, he would eventually continue, "but then, so I hear, universities still cover the basics behind each o' those math categories before movin' onta' more advanced stuff. We focused on understandin n' controllin our quirks in Hero Prep. The ethics o' heroism, law, n' so on too. So while I dun' know e'erything UAU has dropped on us so far, I am fairly familiar wit' most o' the content." 

Eventually, they would progress to uncharted waters. Hero Prep never taught them to develop Ultimate or Signature attacks. They hadn't provided nearly as many hero simulations either. Only seniors could run the simulations at all and they were far more simplistic than UAU. Teachers rarely sparred with their students, and when they did they held back to extremely noticeable degrees. In contrast, Leonid sparred with Farrin in his first week and nearly broke the time-turner's arm. The intensity was on another scale for more practical training, but the academics remained rather mundane. 

"Dun' mention it."

It took guts and who knew what else to see someone quirkless make it into UAU. That was flame he would not see smothered. As long as his own journey was left uninterrupted, he was more than happy to fan that fire actually. Freja was in fact approaching 'friend' territory. 

"Was 'ere a few years ago. Heroes that trained me wanted me ta' have some personal kit when I wasn't wit' them. I dun' remember the way exactly since I came from a different direction, but I know it's no' far."

Then the world went dark. A murder of crowds, seemingly spawned from hell, burst into the world just ahead of the pair and circled them both. From afar they were being watched by another enemy with a vested interest in the time-turner. Though this enemy would not reveal themselves yet, it was his turn to play with Farrin and friends.   

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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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[Freja Helt]

She was glad to finally have an air of mystique about her with her new bat. Or rather, an air of mystique that she didn't actually mind if someone found out about. Like her life wouldn't crumble around her when Farrin knew what her bat did, the same way she thought it might if he found out the truth about her identity. ''If I get the chance to, I'll show you, but let's just say I practiced with a fishing rod for a reason.'' She smiled, over the moon that he seemed curious about it!

''Yeah, something like that. I think the schooling system is a little different back home. At least they call all of it different things, secondary school and all that, all different names and in different age groups.'' Bringing up the cultural difference was just a way to mask how much she didn't try in school back then. She didn't really want anyone to know about her delinquent past if it meant they might think less of her. ''Sounds pretty nice, you get to have those 'Aha!' moments when you see something familiar.''

''Ohh I see.'' Farrin sounded really well-connected for their age, but that was probably half of what hero prep school really was about. All that networking and meeting people in an industry you know you wanted to make it big in. She was about to mention something else when she noticed the crows, probably a bit later than Farrin, but she still put her arm out in front of him and drew her bat. Normally Freja wouldn't be on edge immediately, but she had had enough bad encounters to hesitate this time. ''Farrin, look out.'' She angled the tip of her bat so that it was pointing directly at the crooks that seemed to emerge from the murder of crows, ready to engage the mechanism of her weapon to fire off an attack at any time.

''What is this? Do you know these guys?'' She was nervous, her voice trembling, but she was less nervous knowing she wasn't alone.

Farrin

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he crows and ravens circled the two until they melded together into a dark veil, one that denied them the breath of any light. One man leaped out of the shadows, then another. A third, fourth, and fifth. They kept coming until Farrin and Freja were entirely surrounded, then the dark curtain broke apart and the shadow-made avians flew up and away. 

The time-turner backpedaled a step, but one of the larger thugs behind him wrapped his arms around Farrin in something of a bear hold. Just what was with the absolute shite luck he had when venturing beyond UA's walls? Whatever trouble was stirring, now was not the time to dwell, it was time for action. 

Farrin threw his head back and cracked the big fella in the nose. Then, he took on his Irish boxing form, and threw a jab straight into the next closest thug's jaw, sending him rocking backward. "Nope, can't say I do, but any arseholes sprinin up around n' grabbin at a couple o' friends trekkin the city at night are askin fer trouble!" Another thug leaped forward, arms extended as if to grab at Farrin again. The time-turner crouched low, then sprung upward into the crook, delivering another jaw-shot, this time with an uppercut that sent his target airborne. 

The thug crashed a few feet behind his buddies, and finally, the gaggle of goons each took a step back. That gave him and Freja some breathing room to work with. It was clear now that the crows were of quirk make, and acted as a transport system, but who did this quirk belong to and why were they targeted? None of the thugs surrounding them stood out as the brains of the operation. These guys couldn't possibly rank much higher than street muscle. None were brandishing their quirks yet despite the whooping Farrin just delivered to three of them. Either they were confident they could still win or were more afraid of running. A thousand thoughts ran through Farrin's mind as he cranked up the temporal powers. White, fiery wisps and emerald sparks crackled around him. His ruby eyes warmed to a golden hue, taking the shape of clock dials. Chronokinesis was fired up in full. 

"Yuh ready fer' some trouble, lass?" He asked Freja, making certain she was ready for a fight. 

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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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[Freja Helt]

As the men emerged from the shadows of crows, something felt off. The more Freja thought about it, this felt less like an incidental bump into some thugs who were waiting to ambush a passerby and more like a deliberate attack against her and Farrin. Surely targeted mostly at Farrin, right? Unless these were The Spiders, but Freja doubted that since they were a Shinjuku-based gang and would definitely have waited for her to be alone to ambush her. Whatever it was, she could already feel her palms get sweaty as her mind raced. Were they going to be able to fend this attack off?

''F-Farrin!'' She cried out when one of the larger guys snuck up behind him. Thankfully, he was quick to show-off his skills and get free of the hold all on his own. When he adopted that familiar Irish boxing form she grinned. That's the Farrin she knew. It was almost a little thrilling to get to see him actually beat on people for real and not just fighting air. ''You can say that again!'' So he didn't know them either? Well, for the time being she shouldn't deliberate on why or how. She should focus on surviving this night with him. Speaking of, her eyes widened when Farrin kicked his quirk into gear. It was her first time seeing it this up close, and it was honestly kind of scary, just like pretty much every quirk. ''Y-Yeah! I'll back you up.'' She said, as she gave her bat a spin. She had options here, but which one should she go for. Charge right in with Farrin? But she wasn't as durable as him. Not that she doubted he couldn't cover for her, but acting rash wasn't the smart thing to do. Maybe catching the enemy by surprise would be instead?

Lowering her bat, Freja's arms started shaking as she backed up slowly. ''I-I can't.. I can't do it. I'm scared, Farrin.'' She gave him a quick side glance to try and signal she was fine, but otherwise kept her eyes locked on the bad guys. When it seemed like one or more of the thugs might have bought her lie, Freja would angle her bat up and activate the hidden mechanism, firing her grappling hook out of the tip of her bat to try and smash right into the stomach of one of the bad guys.

''I don't see a leader among them!'' Maybe the big guy that had grabbed Farrin? He was imposing, sure, but unless his quirk was some real horror stuff he didn't feel like the right candidate for it.

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recarious as the situation was, Farrin felt right at home. A proper scrap. A true back alley brawl. Back home, or rather, when Farrin was homeless, he found himself in all sorts of trouble. He lacked discipline but kicked and swung, and fought with all he had when necessary. Now, the boy had become a man, and the man was made into a machine.

He hadn't caught Freja's little signal, and was about to turn and whale on whichever thug came closest to her, but he found himself biting back a laugh when she took her swing and doubled one of the goons over. An audible crack signaled something breaking, and the man looked like he was about to lose his lunch. Quirkless though Freja was, she turned out to be a genuine threat with her faithful bat in hand.

With Freja's ploy expired, it unlikely that the enemy would fall for her trickery again, but there were other cards to play. Farrin was a blur, his fist cracked into one thug's cheek, then smashed another's jaw. He quickly turned to face Freja. "Lass, yer 'bout ta' move fast. Breath slowly n' try ta' stay calm." He flushed an open palm her way and encased his classmate in a temporal acceleration field, not unlike his own. As long as she didn't move too far away from him, he could focus enough to keep her field up. The few people that experienced Farrin's accelerations fields described it as something akin to an adrenaline shot - except the adrenaline was lightning in their veins. Most people freaked out as the world seemed to slow down around them, but the boons were nigh unparalleled: speed not unlike Farrin's own. As soon as Freja settled, she would move fast and hit hard.

Meanwhile, Farrin turned to face the many enemies before them, and in a burst of speed, barreled straight into them. He was a flurry of fists, thrashing and basing the goons about. Large and small, they were all blown away by the time-turner's speed and martial prowess.

In the distance, Corvidae wheezed, "It would appear he's as sprightly as ever. Making more friends too. I think it best we do something about that. Toxin. Dancer. You two are up. I want the girl gone." It wasn't the young Chronomancer's time yet, but it was best to nip his potential network of allies in the bud.

"It will be done," Toxin replied, then the two disappeared.

The duo plague masked henchmen would reappear from shadows behind the line of henchmen. Dancer, wielding two knives wasted no time leaping toward Freja, taking two swings at her with his blades. Toxin, however, approached Farrin. "Impressive display, young time-turner. Impressive indeed." A sickly green cloud oozed from Toxin, slowly wafting along the ground.

"So, two o' yuh the ones in charge o' this lot?" Farrin asked. He knew the other new enemy was charging Freja, but he couldn't afford to turn his back on the villain before him. Not when quirks were coming into play. Speaking of quirks, whether or not either of Dancer's blades struck Freja, he would quickly leap back and throw both weapons her way with extreme precision, and it didn't stop there. One blade after another appeared in his hand, the villain throwing them in a constant stream toward Freja. Some of the henchmen were getting up too. This fight wasn't over yet.

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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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[Freja Helt]

Freja wasn't a stranger to street fights either. Sure, it was clear as day to everyone around them that she wasn't the fastest, or the strongest or the quickest, but there was no denying the level of technique with which she fought. Far above just any beginner who could pick up a baseball bat. She didn't fight the way a hero would either, having learned to fight on the streets, her style was scrappy, oftentimes looked improvized and most importantly, she did anything to win a fight, hence the fake surrender. Strong people could usually win by their strength alone, but Freja knew she couldn't afford to, meaning she had to fight using much more underhanded means.

''I'm what, huh? F-Farrin?'' She looked over at her ally, puzzled as the visual effects of his quirks were far too distracting. How the heck could he even keep up with the boost his own quirk provided in the first place? She tensed her muscles when his palm touched her as she felt a sudden surge unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt a little bit like adrenaline, but much more potent than what her body could produce on its own. She looked down at her hand, bending and stretching her fingers, completely mesmerized by the effects of the quirk. ''Am I dying?'' She whispered, panicked, looking up at the street ahead of her. It felt as if she took just one step she would suddenly fly down the street itself. It wasn't until a moment passed that she realized what it was. It felt kind of like... A video game speed boost or something like that? Farrin really was next level. With a grin she looked over at Farrin as he pummeled the crap out of the bad guys. ''You're so fast!- They're so slow!'' She remarked.

Turns out his little speed boost gift came in the nick of time too, as Freja managed to swiftly dodge backwards, Dancer's knives only missing Freja by a hair. She steeled herself for a counterattack, but quickly raised her bat start deflecting knives as they were thrown at her, not just a couple either, but a neverending stream, like a machine gun shooting knives had just started unloading on her. Thank. God. For that speed boost. ''H-Hey stop! Wait a second let's talk!'' She pleaded with Dancer while deflecting the knives. Her mind raced for an answer as she did her best to grow accustomed to Farrin's quirk and think of a way to get out of the defensive and onto the offensive. When she had sparred against Raito, she had simply tanked his sword and went in close for the tackle. Ideal in a training situation where his blade wasn't sharp... Not so much here. Sure, if she made sure a knife hit her arm she could probably take it, but it was going to hurt her ability to fight in the long run either way.

Taking a deep breath, Freja slowly began to advance towards Dancer while she continued to remain on the defensive. Hoping she could somehow close the distance for a bat swing or corner them up against a car or a wall. If she didn't manage to get close enough for a swing, she would instead spin her bat around and fire the grappling hook once more, this time trying to knockout Dancer. An optimistic attack, but it was the best she could do. She wasn't exactly a Farrin, or a Miroru.

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oxious gas wafted along the pavement. The henchmen were not spared. Though none stopped breathing, all were coughing up a lung. They began to spasm, their bodies tightening up as they attempted to expel the poisons - unsuccessfully. So, Farrin had to act fast. And he did. 

The time-turner grinned, catching Freja's comment in words that arrived normally, unlike the sluggish way he typically heard the world in his temporal state. Farrin blew ahead, blazing in on Toxin when the villain fired one shot, then another. Farrin dipped left, then blasted ahead His fist crashed hard against the villain's mask, throwing him to the ground. When he turned, it was to the sight of Freja's impenetrable defense. 

"Not bad. Not bad at all," Toxin mused, standing his height. 

He took aim, and fired again. The time-turner dodged, right into a spire of gas that launched up from the ground. One whiff, and the hero-student tripped, joining the goons in their fit of coughs. Deadly was the quirk that turned the body against itself. Still, Farrin was speed made manifest. He launched up onto his fit, then kicked away from the gas, shaping back into his fighting form. 

Meanwhile, Dancer was not prepared for Freja's accelerated speed. Natural agility and speed were all well and good, but she hadn't only closed the gap, she tore through it. He parried one swing, blocked another, but couldn't turn back the attack. Instead, he leaped back and threw another three knives Freja's way, two high and one low. What he hadn't expected was the grapple line. As he continued to hop back a few paces, the line launched and snatched him by the shoulder, pulling him in. This could spell trouble. 

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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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[Freja Helt]

She pulled a grimace when she finally smelled it. What was that, gas? Thanks to Farrin's quirk she could sneak occasional glances at his fight and deduce he was fighting someone like that. What a pain, she couldn't imagine fighting an opponent where she wasn't allowed to breathe. Looking closer at both Toxin and Dancer, what was their deal anyway? Bird masks? Underlings appearing out of crow shadows? There had to be some kind of reason that they were branding themselves this hard.

Wait, what was she thinking about? They were in the middle of fighting for their lives! For some reason time just seemed to pass so slowly, it really felt like a video game level up. She had called out for negotiations moments earlier, but Dancer didn't seem the slightest bit interested in it. Oh well, part of her was actually happy they weren't. That meant she could play around with this electric speed boost a little more. ''Get back here!'' She called out when Dancer leapt back and threw three knives her way. She could see them coming from a mile away and any smart person would probably have dodged them. However, Freja wasn't a smart person. Because there was a specific move she wanted to pull, Freja yanked Dancer back down towards her with the grapple line, angling herself just right so that two knives would hit her in the shoulder and one in the leg, but nowhere vital. Then, having pulled her bat back, she grinned through the pain. Yeah, she was immediately regretting not just dodging those knives.

As soon as Dancer came with range it was time for her big wind-up hit, a real homerun swing, if you will as she aimed right for his midsection. Because of the enhanced capabilities Farrin had shared with her, she was able to do all this in such a short span of time. Normal Freja could never. ''This buff is insane! You need a hand, Farrin?'' She asked without even knowing if Dancer had been put away for good.

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t was a simple quirk, yet undeniably deadly. Farrin latched his lips shut and held his breath. His lungs spasmed, demanding he let another cough loose, but doing so meant taking in more of the gas. Defiance ruled his will, discipline defined his form. Together, they flew Farrin forward toward the future, a future where his fist rattled Toxin's brain. 

Each missed shot from Toxin's heavy pistol burst into another cloud, albeit smaller than the one he emitted himself. Farrin dodged, but even letting this guy fire was a danger. He had to finish this fast, and so when he crossed the distance, the time-turner thrust his fist into the villain's mask. A crack journeyed across the mask's eyes, and the blow carried Toxin back several meters. A lone shot pierced Farrin's leg. Even mid-air, Toxin had taken aim and fired. 

Searing heat flowered from his leg, and Farrin was forced to take a breath - of the deadly gas. The hero-student fell to a knee and started hacking up the air in his lungs. Fatigue took hold of the villain, weighing his cloak by tons. He was slow to recover. The villain had taken more damage, but if Farrin kept breathing the gas in, he wouldn't be able to move. Like a black and white brush against the noxious fog, Farrin blurred back a few steps, out of the gas cloud, where he tried to clear his lungs. He couldn't answer Freja, but she still had a problem of her own to deal with. 

The shot from Freja's bat had shattered something. Several somethings, but the Dancer wasn't entirely done. He leaned on all fours, slowly picking himself up as Freja called to Farrin. "Turn your back on me?" He finally hissed, summoning two more knives in a single hand, then throwing them Freja's way. With all the strength he could muster, he pushed himself back up onto his feet, and leaped toward the girl, summoning one more knife and taking a swing at her throat. One way or another, the curtains were coming to a close on this conflict. 

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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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[Freja Helt]

She was expecting to look over and see Farrin already standing triumphantly over Toxin, but much to her horror he was falling to his knees having breathed in some of the gases. ''Farrin!'' There was real fear in her voice, it was stupid that she even called out as she knew it would accomplish nothing. She had only made herself more vulnerable to Dancer's attacks by daring to look away for even a moment. She was horrified to find that Dancer was still ready to go. ''S-Stop!'' She panicked, swatting the knives that were thrown at her aside with her bat, which only left her wide open to his follow-up attack.

She didn't know what was worse. Seeing that the knife swing was coming and not being able to act on it in time, or just being blissfully unaware as her throat was slit. Of course one option meant certain death and the other didn't, but what was going through her mind was a pretty simple solution and one that she knew was going to hurt like absolute hell. Rather than bring her bat back, Freja couldn't protect her neck in time with it, so she let go of her weapon and instead brought her wrists up to form an X over her throat, so that her fists and wrists would get cut instead. Having come to terms with the fact that she was going to get cut, she then aimed a kick up at Dancer, one last kick of defiance aimed for his midsection before she stumbled onto her back, panting heavily with blood running out of her twitching hands. She looked back over at Farrin, then her bat as she began crawling over towards it. Wasn't there any heroes on the way? Surely someone must have heard or seen them by now!

''Farrin! Farrin are you okay?'' She didn't look at him as all she could think about was crawling over and picking up her bat. ''L-Let's switch opponents! I'll take that gas bastard..'' She wheezed, holding back tears as the pain was starting to set in. If they had any chance of winning, or Freja at least helping him win, it had to be while the speed boost was still active.

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arrin beat at his chest, his will made manifest, clearing the fetid fog from his lungs. His wrist grazed his lips, clearing them of spittle. Disgusting. Not only did Toxin's toxin play hell on the lungs, it smelt of death. Decay. Absolute feckin shite. 

"Dun' yuh' go countin' me out yet, lass," Farrin called back through grit teeth. 

Toxin wasted no time. He aimed his pistol, and let loose. A volley flew Farrin's way, only to meet a translucent-emerald field, where the bullets hung nearly still. They appeared almost entirely unmoving. He had had enough. The time had come. The sands of the hourglass ran empty. 

"Besides," he started, bursting once more into a blur.

He held his breath, blazing through the gas, slid under the field anchoring the bullets to near stillness, and rose to his feet. The path had cleared in his wake, sheer speed whipping the winds into a frenzy and casting away the cloud. Toxin took aim, but before the pistol's iron sights could line with the target, Farrin was gone. 

The hero-student seemingly reappeared just below Toxin, anger burning in his eyes, then dropping to his fist. He rose into a second uppercut, this one carrying the searing heat of a Farrin furious.

Toxin's mask shattered, the man thrust several meters up, then crashed again into the ground. This time - devoid of consciousness.

Farrin stood his height, spit to his side, then locked his eyes on Toxin's unconscious form. Then, he turned to face Freja before he continued, "seems ta me yuh already handled thing on yer end." 

On Freja's side of the street, Dancer was already lying unconscious. It had taken every last morsel of strength to make his final move, and the girl's kick landed against the very ribs her bat had broken a moment prior. He was built for speed and agility, not endurance. But she had caught him with the bat, which shattered his meager defense. The kick was icing on the cake. 

A squawk robbed the students of their triumph, pulling Farrin's attention up atop the nearby buildings. There, the murder waited. Dozens of crows, probably hundreds, lined the edges of each building. Then, they took flight. The murder dove low, almost as if to attack the students as well, but they passed harmlessly, flying into Toxin, Dancer, and the muscled-up mooks beside them. One by one, their enemies disappeared.

"What the? Oi! Absolutely not!" Farrin said stumbling forward into a fatigued sprint. 

He ran for the closest goon, and dove to cover the fella, but one of the shadowed avians crashed into the thug first, and so he disappeared. It took all of a moment for the murder to clean the scene, and disappear. Suddenly, it was as if the fight never happened. 

"Son uv a-" Farrin shouted, rolling over onto his back. "What in the bloody hell was that!" 

 Meanwhile, a ways away still, Corvidae sighed. "Well, it seems she lives to die another day. Oh well. We've gained some insight at quite the meager cost. Best I inform the others." With that, and one of his crows, Corvidae disappeared. 

Back on the street, Farrin sat up, looking back to Freja. "How're yuh' holdin' up over there, lass?" She literally had a few knives poking out of her leg and her shoulder but held her own. Had the weapons dug deep, he was already digging for his phone, but honestly, he could probably run her to the hospital faster than an ambulance might reach them if needed. 

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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!

[attr="class","FarrinBot"][attr="class","fa fa-cog"] Tags: Freja Helt
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