- LOCATION -

Fuyuko was right; slowing it down was probably the best thing, maybe the only thing they could do at this point. Delaying until a more permanent solution was found. He advanced forward, rejoining the effort to save civilians caught in the wave, catching sight of the effort the Dragon and someone else were putting in to stop the Tide. After securing several more people, he'd towards both the Dragon and the other person aiding in the chaos.

"Good work delaying its momentum, you two." He said as he landed next to the pair. As the waves around them cascaded and then receded, heading backwards and through another street, Dauntless would take the opportunity to try and come up with a viable option to aid whatever Fuyuko had planned. "Alright. Big guy, you had the right idea. Let's go with it. Get some trucks and buses to provide a temporary barrier.... at worst a speed bump. No buildings though. We want to keep collateral to a minimum, got it?"

He turned towards the other hero-of-the-moment. "You.... I remember you. Orientation, right? One of ours." Nodding, having recalled the first-year hero student's face. "Keep working with that ice, if you can. As much as you can. It was pretty effective before, I think." Slamming his hand into his fist, he overheard Fuyuko's side of things. "Fuyuko-san, there might be a construction site nearby as well too, could have the material you need. We'll try to hold out as long as possible."

"I'll get the civilians out of the pathway. Let's do this!" He'd launch back into the thick of it, nabbing up civilians who lay in danger's path and moving them to safer areas using his enhanced speed.

- KOTO-KU NORTH -

Dauntless' eyes narrowed as he looked into the ominous storm clouds hanging over the ward. Normally, he liked the rain. The thunder. The lightning. He felt oddly comfortable seeing it, smelling it, being in it. Maybe it had something to do with the power behind it, interacting with his Quirk behind the scenes. Eh, who knew? But what he did know was that something was off... something not right with clouds. Maybe it was their color, their shape. It didn't seem natural. It felt, well, artificial, for some reason. Like it wasn't supposed to be there. And honestly, going by the forecast, it shouldn't have been. But the weather man had been wrong before.

He held out his hand as the sky finally opened up and drops began to patter down onto him and the streets below. He looked at the people, pulling out their umbrellas and putting on their hoods as if they expected it to happen. Had he missed an updated report? As he brought up his phone screen, his eyes would widen as he saw what'd climbed to the top of the news cycle; "ELEMAMENTALIST MISSING FROM INDICTMENT!" Suddenly, his phone would be knocked from his hands by the splash of a rain drop, catching the hero off guard.

"What the-" The rain began to bear its full brunt down onto him, and the entire ward it seemed, raindrops with the weight of storms falling against his body and that of others. For him there was no real concern nor difference in its effects, but for others, that were much, much less durable than he was, it was chaos. Civilians ran for shelter under building cowlings, or for that of their vehicles, only for the metal that provided the protection to begin denting as if hit with hail. As the chaos began to pick up, Dauntless began preparing himself to get active, running through a gamut of plans and reactions to help those who needed it.

Then all at once it stopped.... and a new situation rose to take its place. The golem formed further up the block from him, the shouts and yells from its vicinity bring attention to it, even if somehow its towering size didn't. He couldn't tell if it was a person whose Quirk was out of control, a villain looking to make a grand appearance, or a Quirk itself. But one thing was certain in the moment. It had to be halted in it's tracks. Full stop.

"And the day was going so well...", he said to himself as the water golem began moving forward, walking, then jogging, then sprinting, its weight causing rumbles within the ground.

"CLEAR THE STREETS! OVERDRIVE!" He shouted, darting out from his spot and charging directly towards the golem as his Quirk activated, wisps of red energy emanating from his eyes and body as he too began to pick up more and more speeds. A lot of people talked about the immovable object versus the unstoppable force. But what would happen if two of the same kind met one another?

Dauntless was keen to find out, as he took a running leap, to land an overhead smash into the golem's head.


king, Arataki Noa, Sasaki Sento, Fuyuko

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"HOLYMOTHEROF-" The villains cackle quickly shifted into a would be swear, as he saw Ironclad's impromptu, over the top speed bump of steel form in front of his egress route. He was cut off before he could finish when he heard a violet screech and then pop as a rear tire exploded, followed by metal crumpling in on itself, AND THEN, THE TRUCK CAREENING AND SLAMMING INTO THE SPEED BUMP THAT WAS IRONCLAD. Thanks to Prism's intervention in its momentum, she maintained her position as the unmovable, while the truck ceded as the unstoppable.

Bravo would be launched into the air, though still fully able to orient himself a decent landing and running start to get away. He waved at the two heroines-tired forms on the ground, leading to him missing the blow coming from Oberon from the sky, the young hero's shadow and fist being the last things he could see before being forced back to the ground like a shooting star.

"AGGHHHH!"

Blaring klaxons that out roared even that of the raging winds immediately screamed to life, even before the dust cleared around Bravo and Oberon. The weather would slowly subside to normalized levels, before the simulated experience would cut completely, the overhead dome brightening slightly to provide better overhead lighting, though still maintaining it's stormy gray color. Displayed across the skybox, Oberon, Prism, and Ironclad could make out displayed text: 'EXAM COMPLETED! CEASE ALL SIMULATIONS! CEASE ALL COMBAT! STANDBY FOR PROCTOR INSTRUCTIONS!'

"Y-you know, when they told me I should wear some extra protection for this, I laughed." Bravo said, his voice hollow and raw from the impact of both Oberon's fist and the ground. The 'villain' groaned as he lay sprawled on the ground, either unable or unwilling to get up. "This isn't the official grading but.... in my book, you passed." He held up a thumb before letting his hand collapse back onto his chest. It would be a short while of rest before Dauntless arrived to where they were. He looked between the prospective first years, before looking at Bravo on the ground.

"You gonna be alright, Hitori?" He asked his peer, who still hadn't gotten up from their spot. They'd respond with the same thumbs up they'd given three students before. He let out a short chuckle before he turned towards the trio. "Rokuhane Miroru. Johanna Larsen. Farrin O'Rourke. You managed to rescue the civilians in distress, neutralize the escaped criminals, and finally, disable and capture Bravo, though the last one isn't that hard to do in my opinion."

"Hey!"

"Kidding. Regardless, you completed all your objectives. Not exactly a clean run, though. Rokuhane, you did well in managing both the fire and Kiyo-san, though I would say towards the tail-end of both further collaterals could've been limited. Larsen, your tough, and not afraid to take a hit for others. You know your strengths. But you also need to know your limits. You're not invincible, not yet, so try not to take every blow, just the ones that matter. And O'Rourke, try not to spread yourself too thin, too fast. You have a powerful Quirk, but those tend to be the most taxing. Don't want to tire out in the middle of a disaster or fight.

Looking between them, a smile would break out on his face. "Nice work, all of you. And I look forward to seeing you in class to work on those pointers. But for now, welcome to U.A.U."

- LOCATION -

PZZT! PZZT! PZZT! PZZT!

Four would-be robbers had the wind knocked from their lungs and found themselves on their collective asses as Demura took aim with his energy rifle, causing their loot to collapse to the ground in the heaps they'd hope to carry it in. Normally, something like money or jewels would cause a commotion the instant it was revealed and not protected, but the chaos happening in the area was several magnitudes more serious. Policemen who just an hour ago had been on patrol would quickly swoop in to handcuff and restrain the criminals, nodding toward Demura in confirmation.

As he approached to them, out the corner of his eye he caught movement.

"R-ROCKET!"

The shout of panic from the cop was all he needed to fully spin around, seeing someone level what looked to be a military-grade projectile launcher towards them from the rooftops, and in short order, release it. With Overdive active, hell, even without it, Demura could dodge it. But he doubted the policemen could. And he knew their newly obtained arrestees couldn't, at least not until they got their bearings once more and could stand without wheezing. So that left only one viable option for the hero; gritting his teeth and taking it head on. He knew he'd survive it, and with no permanent injuries at that. But damn it, would it hurt.

Moving quick, he'd go to intercept the rocket mid-flight, stopping it in its tracks as it exploded, launching him away and into the glass window of an already abandoned storefront, ears ringing, uniform singed, and eyes seeing double.

Rui Matsui

- LOCATION -

Blip.

A notification went off in his helmet's earpiece, the chime an alert set to Heroes Landing for nearby incidents.

Blip. Blip.

Two more went off by the time Demura had navigated his motorcycle on a route to intercept a robbery in progress.

Blip. Blip. Blip.

Several more now as he slammed his fist into the hood of the getaway vehicle, destroying its engine and stopping the would be criminals in their tracks. He reached through the windows of the car and tore them out, throwing the pair into a third who'd made a break for it with the bags of stolen loot, causing the lot to crumple into a disabled heap.

Blilblipblipblipblipblipblipblipblip.......

The pings started to blur together into a constant tone, but by this point he didn't need it. Screams of distress, the sounds of mayhem brewing, and smoke rising into the sky from different parts of the city gave him all the indications he'd needed. Something was happening. Something terrible. He moved towards one of the thugs on the ground and lifted them up. "What the hell is going on?" The thug simply smiled through his bruised face, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat as Demura realized too late that he had his phone in his hand, and that he'd been messaging someone. He quickly crushed the device, before tossing him back to his associates, and flagging down a pair of officers to handle them.

A call came through on his own device.

"Thing's are getting active on my route." Nightingale said.

"Same here. Get in contact with Spitfire and the dispatch. See if-" His words were cut short as a building down the street suddenly exploded into a fireball, followed the sight of half a dozen masked men streaming into it. "Go where your needed. I'll handle things on my side. We'll rendezvous later. Dauntless out."

In the distance, he could see rubble begin to fall from the building, threatening the disoriented civilians who tried to flee to safety. Whisps of energy would trail behind Demura as he closed the distance in seconds, catching a larger chunk and shoving it off to the side. But as soon as he began to assist the civilians, the group of thugs would begin exiting the building themselves, wielding equipment and weaponry nearly impossible to acquire for low life's like them. One of them aimed what could only be described as a hand cannon, and fired it, the round catching him by surprise at the force behind it, sending his body tumbling backwards into a building.

Demura flicked the crumpled round off his body, though noted the mark it'd left.

"Alright. Game's over. You're done here." It wasn't the time for questions. It was time for hero work.

Taro Yamada, Bakiri Retsu, Rui Matsui, Webby

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