Ya know, she had to thank that squirrelly chip character. Regardless of how Jo felt about him as a person he did amazing work. The mark 2.0 was amazing in helping her and not only that the sucker was a lot more flame retardant than hair. Whether that hair was hardened or not hair was still hair and flames and hair did not mix.

So swinging through the air and following the smoke she came upon of course a burning building with not many people running away from it. This likely means that there were still a lot trapped in that place. Now she could go in there trying to find the source of everything, but that wouldn't do much. Best for her to get in there and start working on getting people out higher up.

The first window crash was loud, but another prop of the suit was no longer having to worry about glass in her hair. Ya know how awkward it was trying to explain that when you're in the middle of a class?

Very difficult situation.

Rolling into the building she started to call out around her. Directing people towards her, first things first she had to find the nearest building. Get a bridge going towards the other side or start free diving with everyone.

Samson blinked once after throwing the debris. They began to stomp out of the alleyway, finding himself trying to find himself. Believe it or not, anger wasn't his friend. Samson had mellowed out since Josie's teenage years, however this was a matter of life or death. All this mite had to do was keep talking, and head to another area maybe he'd have some luck, and even get on the news.

Instead, the mite had to learn his place in the world the hard wa-

The thoughts were silenced when the wind whistled around them and the ichor on his body writhed, hardening in response. A loud clang could be heard, Samson had been pushed backward from the force. Looking at the ground, the metal debris from earlier had been used against him only it was clear they had gone for a kill shot.

Enough was enough.

Samson wasted no effort into a roar, now lunging forward knocking over retreating civilians in the smoke, and going straight for the target. Their hands now look more like serrated claws ready to rip and tear into the enemy.

Samson had a second haggard breath leave their body ceasing the operation.

Cracking his neck he turned the body around expecting some type of attack that was until he saw what was coming towards him. A rabbit, before the first insulting thought could reach the tongue that one became many, like a stream whisked through the air towards them.

Their right hand started to grow twitch, taking a foot growing on it and taking on the properties of a whip until Samson looked past the rabbits. The eyes widened whilst the pillar coming towards him had been ignited.

The explosion was immediate and due to Samson's willingness to hold back, they were caught in the initial brunt of the attack.

Now, lets say hypothetically there was a string known as Sanity on that roof. That string has been snapped in half. All that could be heard around the top of this building was the sound of a rather large roar carrying on the wind. From the smoke came giant small needles that went flying toward where the pillar of smoke had come from in the first place.

The figure jumped out of the smoke while the outfit that they wore showed the damages, only problem was the ichor on the outfit was swallowing it whole. A second layer was being built on top of the outfit, while the hood seemed to be leaking saliva. Blotches of liquid falling to the roof. Either way, it was clear that Samson was no longer trying to leave now he was focused on making this newcomer bleed.

Both hands had ragged-looking tentacles flying towards this new one as spikes started to pop up while the two traveled toward him. Whatever attention this fella wanted, he got it. Let's hope he enjoyed it.

The reaction was immediate, Samson spat at the ID. Whether or not it hit didn't matter the point had been made and it was clear he was in the mood for a collaborator tonight. If this one was so adamant, surely the windy boi was somewhere in this area off spinning in circles.

Turning around the tongue whipped onto the building behind them and like a spring whipped the body up. A chunk of the building was ripped off while the tongue went flying up to join with the rest of the body.

In truth spending the night beating a 'hero' into submission appeased the little tween vigi somewhere inside their body, however, that was no longer the case. They were going to give heroing a chance and that most importantly meant not taking out possible allies in the future.

Now granted, this likely wasn't the end of the conversation, but maybe he'd get lucky and this one hadn't learned scraper climbing.

Everyone sorts their emotions in different ways. Some practice yoga and others rearrange their furniture. Heck, there are folks out there who will talk to someone and approach their problems in a mentally positive fashion for themselves. Could you possibly imagine?

That didn't happen here, or well in this body.

Josephine Dobson last weekend had been in a 'scuff' with a chimera and a whole buncha wannabe superquirks. It was a mess, and more importantly, it left her body messed up and caused her to stay in her dorm for quite some time. It was easy for Josephine to let her classes know she was sick. This allowed her body to do its thing, slowly but surely recovering over the week. After the healing process that weekend she decided to be safe she would stay in and not go out for the weekend.

At least that is the plan.

Ya see despite Josephine Dobson staying in for the weekend, Peacekeeper was out. Josie was still fast asleep, but instead of her controlling the suit, it was another 'joyridin'.

Samson.

The other known as her 'elder brother' who slept most of the time, now was the one taking the body for a ride. Now you may be asking yourself, how is it possible that the demon in her head is taking control? Did you think there were some keys to the kingdom in this ordeal?

No.

He happily lets her, do this whole thing, learn the powers, and go forth to help the world. Ya know now and again he took over and let out some steam while doing 'his' brand of good. Now there weren't any strike three's ever involved that was her to dish out and he would only exact those when she was awake. Though, that didn't mean he couldn't teach some robbers a lesson. Hell, he was already teaching some of the values of flight or fight instincts by teaching them flight.

The collision was a lucky one, a helicopter likely from some 'news' had shown up. Now if that news was official didn't matter, all that mattered was that civilians entered the playing field. This meant Peacekeeper had no other choice but to send that monster back down otherwise, people would get hurt. Which meant she had to make the drill that much bigger to ensure that attack did its job. Samson on the other hand, welcomed this, all this was to him was a test of strength, didn't matter how big the enemy was or could grow. The power within this body was enough to take on the road as a child and was more than enough now that it was being sharpened and mettled back in the stomping grounds of Japan.

So now that she had grown the drill even larger she had no choice but to smash that sucker right into the beast. Needless to say, the collision was what you would expect. JoJo, almost lost a leg though, thanks to the suit, it was only banged up not gone. Which was a very good thing, it would be a lot harder to explain the loss of a leg or having to use her hair to make a fake leg and cover in pants every day.

To say that move took a lot out of her would be an understatement. She didn't connect with the ground and instead landed smack through the building from earlier going through and landing next to panels of boards that were teetering on the edge thanks to Aki's rampage earlier in the fight.

She could feel the sweat covering her face underneath the mask and for a moment she lifted her mask to wipe off the sweat that had caked on her eyelids. Hobbling forward for a second while breathing hard Peacekeeper tried to think of the positives. Only to see a spotlight suddenly hit her from above but it seemed to be focusing on the monster and Windy after their collision.

She was able to breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn't on her and was able to see the aftermath while being bathed in the dark. It seemed they had 'beaten' it, and the sirens were officially pounding around them. So in other words Peacekeeper decided one last action a thick ichor tentacle came out of her suit and like a large hand, pushed the panels down out of the room and ontop of whatever remained of Aki.

Screw it, she'll just count this as the second, strike three of Japan.

To say Peacekeeper had a plan was a very positive outlook. It'd be much safer to say Peacekeeper had an idea, even less than that a hunch. Yeah, that'd be a much a better spin on the current situation.

Peacekeeper has a hunch.

Though that didn't matter. Right now Peacekeeper had to focus on staying out of this gargantuan's way. Now on the positive side the bigger these monsters became, it was also much easier to move outta the way. Granted ya had to worry about damage to the environment, and even more importantly the force of the attacks, rolls, and slices that were vehemently sent trying to kill the vigi at the present moment.

Now it was clear Aki if he even went by that still had never been this big before, the problem was it didn't matter. In some cases, it can be helpful but the longer he got to keep a reign on the controls the more deadly he would become in the overall fight. Hence why one of the newly formed claws was coming right at her, the idiot able to read her a bit while she was too focused on thinking.

The suit took the brunt of the force and impact but it didn't change the fact she just got swatted out of the air and sent careening through the air into a building. The positive side was that there seemed no one in the building. On the negative side the only reason she knew that was cause Peacekeeper went got thrown through one side and came out the opposite side.

While her head was going every which way she heard the sound of something roaring at the top of its lungs and could only assume that it was windy. Which meant it was time to give out the plan for the day.

"I need you to shove those remaining syringes in the eye, left or right doesn't matter."