Kyle could already hear the explosive sounds coming from Cyno's battle by the time he got to his next location.
The heroes had done their best, they had moved the students from the infirmary and created a makeshift one for them at the other side of the stadium.
If they had enough information about Kyle then their plan would have worked.
He would have been busy fighting Mirko while they had enough time to regroup and come back with a counter attack.
But they did not know about Cyno…
Worse of all, they felt they knew his quirks but at the end of the day all they knew was just an ember of what he was truly capable of.
His sense of smell was greater than anything they could have imagined.
He easily picked up the scents of the students and the teachers, which led him up to his room he was standing in.
Without wasting any time, Kyle pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Then he quirked a brow, acting as surprised as he could, as his crimson eyes moved from
One corner to the next.
It was a trap, obviously...
Eraser head, Cementos, Ectoplasm, blood hero and of course… Kamui woods.
These five powerful heroes were standing at different corners of the room, their eyes locked on Kyle as their quirks burst into life.
There was another door at the other edge of the room… that was Kyle's goal as that door led right to the students.
"Am I so famous that I received such a reception?" Kyle asked, his gaze moving from hero to hero.
'Hawks was right, he fell right into our trap!' Kamui woods mused.
Cemento's eyes narrowed. 'So this is the vigilante? He looks far too dangerous to let go. I'll seal him with my cement and then we'll take him straight to Tartarus.'
Only eraser head who a witnessed his fight with the nomu knew that this would be no easy task.
Back then, he had gone toe to toe with that beast, not only tanking its explosive blows, but defeating it as well.
All Might was probably the best person to fight him, but he could not leave the festival or people would suspect something was wrong.
While Endeavour, the other viable option was out on another mission.
That was why Eraser head was here, he was the equaliser, he was their secret weapon.
"How confident would you be without your quirks?"
Aizawa's hair shot up, floating above like a ghostly veil, and then his eyes burned red, glowing like embers.
It didn't matter if he had fifty or even a hundred quirks, before Aizawa's gaze, everything would be erased.
The midnight vigilante smiled and walked back to the door.
He did not try to leave—instead, he grabbed the key…
And locked it.
"Lets not waste any time," he said with a devilish smile on his face.
•••
Whoosh!
Unending waves of cement burst out of Cemetos' arms, charging right at Kyle, and accompanying the cement was a flood of blood, sharpened to resemble destructive river of icicles.
Kyle raised his hand, summoning his Oxegen barrier but something strange happened.
The shield did not appear.
Bang!
Cement and blood exploded at the side of the wall, nearly engulfing Kyle in the mess.
Kyle had jumped just in time, but the moment he got into the air, a large cluster of twisted vines exploded against his back, sending his crashing down.
It felt as though his body had been engulfed in flames from head to toe, every part stung and his skin was bruised from that singular hit alone.
The heroes did not rush, instead they regrouped, circling him like a pack of hungry hyenas.
'I thought Aizawa's quirk would be ineffective against me since it was renamed as talent, it seems I was wrong.'
At the end of the day, quirks were still fundamentally quirks.
Kyle stood up and cracked his fingers, the smile disappearing from his face.
His copied quirks may be useless against Aizawa, but one thing was definitely sure…
Every single vampire ability he had, right from his vampire senses to his blood manipulation were not quirks.
They came from a place beyond this world.
Ectoplasm dashed forward, his long cloak fluttering by his side as he stared at Kyle.
And then he activated his quirk, more than thirty clones of himself surrounding Kyle, each one of them grinning wide as they slowly made their way towards him.
"Surrender now!" They all said in unison their voices sounding like a morbid Echo.
"Surrneder and we won't have to hurt you!"
Kyle laughed and ran his hand down his face. "Hurt me?"
Whooosh!
He disappeared, appearing right in front of Aizawa, his red eyes gleaming down on him with unhinged animosity.
'What the???' Kamui's eyes widened.
Cemeto's mouth hung open. 'How did he?!!'
'He's fast!' Aizawa thought as he began jumping back.
But before he could move a step, Kyle grabbed his arm and pulled him towards himself, his knee finding its way to his face.
Crack!
Aizawa's head bounced back, blood spewing out of his nose as he fell back, knocked out cold.
Kyle brushed the blood off his knees and turned to face them.
"Make no mistake…" he said, his voice cold. "I am not the one who has been cornered—"
Bang!
Cement and blood met him right in the middle, the resounding explosion from attacks causing a shockwave to cut through the hall.
The windows blasted open, shards of hardened cement and icy blood spreading through the floor.
The blood hero was sweating, his body already weary due how much blood he had used, while Cementos' eyes were narrowed as he watched the point of impact.
When the dust cleared, they recoiled in shock.
Kyle was standing right in the center of the mess, an amused grin on his face as he stared at them.
The cement and blood had stopped just in front of him, both of them coiling around what seemed to be an invisible force of condensed air.
Kyle took a step forward and vanished once more.
This time, he appeared right in front of ectoplasm, his hand clasped around his head.
"You will look good on a t-shirt don't you think?"
With a dark chuckle, he squeezed—dark matter slipping past his fingers as his head burst to pieces.
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