A broken, powerless soul is lost to an unnatural fog. A cycle of pain and torment allows him to eventually become the hero he always desired to be. Even with his newfound position, some things are best left alone.
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Kirishima waited for his adversaries to make a move. The Knight held their sword, and the big one reclaimed his ax. The three were at a standstill, although Kirishima knew that it was only for the moment.
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They got into position, and then charged together. They didn't need to even communicate as they were in flow, forcing him back with every swing. They were just like the other two, all in tandem. He had to change things, so when the big man swung his ax again, he grabbed the handle, ripped it out of his hands, and kicked him away. As he tried to get up, Kirishima buried the ax deep into his chest, and then down into his throat. He died quickly. Turning, the redhead swung down at the Knight, who was forced to block. He did so too late, and Kirishima was able to force it into his shoulder. The knight roared, and punched him back, and knelt with the sword as a support, ripping out the ax. Then, he charged sword raised and plunging downwards, attempting to split Kirishima's head in two...
But the redhead caught it. Near the part with three small spikes, he caught it with both hands... and ripped it away. It was clear at this point that Izuku's augmentations had made him much, much stronger than a normal person, but also a fogbound killer, too. And that made all the difference. They paused for a moment, before Kirishima charged, and the Knight also charged, having ripped the ax out of his shoulder and using that...
Kirishima took the ax into his lower torso. It stung like high fury, but he bashed him with the side of the blade, and took out the ax the Knight had just used on him. Hefting them both, he waited for the Knight to make his move. Knowing that he was disadvantaged, he took initiative to try to win, but Kirishima had reach. Swiftly dodging the blow, the redhead swung the ax into his knee, forcing him to kneel. He swung again, trying to make him fall too, but Krishima kept his distance, as he prepared to swing... Vittorio called out, "Stop!"
Tarhos was very, very impressed by this warrior. He was far stronger than he realized. Had he been wary at the start, they would have won, but he knew that his pride in himself was his downfall.
However, he was immediately disappointed by a... familiar voice. Turning to him, he saw red as he said, "You!"
He was speaking in a language he didn't understand, but that the warrior did. He turned to him as well, and said something back. Vittorio Tuscano. The naive pacifist. He despised the man, because their fundamental ideals are. They both hunted paradise, but one wanted what most weak minded people did. Peace. But Tarhos wanted what the strong wanted. War and destruction. Blood and Iron. That was his paradise, and he was going to bring it here. But even now, Vittorio stopped him from being able to even die a knight's death: in combat.
