Mountain Zone

  “Move!” Jirou shoved Kaminari forward as rubble tumbled behind them. Dust filled the air, thick and choking, making the slope feel even steeper than it was.

  “This place sucks!” Kaminari hissed. “It’s all cliffs and no signal!”

  Jirou started plugging one of her jacks into the rocky ground. Her face tightened. “They’re coming. Five, maybe six... fast.”

  Momo pressed her back to a jagged outcrop, pupils flicking from the villains now scrambling toward them. Makeshift weapons, crowbars, brute quirks. No clear coordination. Just violence.

  She started using her quirk to create weapons, creating and pulling out of her leg a long metal rod, then a makeshift sword for Jirou, her hands steady but pale.

  “We don’t know their quirks,” she said aloud, mostly to herself. “Too dangerous to assume we can overpower them in direct confrontation”

  “No time for that!” Jirou yelled as the first villain rounded the ledge.

  Kaminari gulped, hand sparking. “I... I can’t use my quirk indiscriminately or I’ll shock you guys..”

  “Perfect,” Jirou said. Then she grabbed him by the collar and hurled him like a bowling ball.

  "WHAT THE HEEEEEELLL-"

  Kaminari’s body crackled midair, then exploded in a shockwave as he landed directly in the middle of the pack. Screams lit up the slope.

  The villains dropped like stunned cattle.

  He hit the rocks hard, twitching.

  “Pikachu’s down,” Jirou muttered, cracking her neck and advancing. “Your turn, Momo.”

  But Momo wasn’t looking at the fight. She was frowning at the terrain, mentally mapping it, eyes darting. Measuring and adjusting.

  Conflagration zone

  Everything smelled like melting plastic and burnt oil.

  Ojiro pivoted, foot slamming into a villain’s chest. Another leapt at him from the left, he ducked and used his tail like a flail, sending the man crashing into a busted storefront window.

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  He was alone. He didn’t know how many there were. Didn’t matter. He needed to keep moving. Keep them guessing.

  A man with metal arms came at him swinging. Ojiro blocked one strike with his forearm, gritting his teeth from the shock of it, and spun into a sweeping tail kick.

  The villain grunted as his knees gave out, and Ojiro dropped him with a clean jab to the jaw.

  Another one down. He didn’t have time to feel good about it.

  The heat was climbing fast, licking at the air, making the dome feel like an oven. He heard glass shatter again behind him. They weren’t stopping.

  So neither would he.

  Flood Zone

  Midoriya hit the water hard.

  Everything turned to bubbles and noise. His limbs thrashed before instinct kicked in, he curled up, tried to remember how to swim, but his shoes dragged him down.

  He saw a blur below him... too big, too fast.

  Shark?!

  No... Worse. It was Human-shaped. With a fin and a very sharp mouth was approaching him.

  Then something snapped around his chest and yanked him up like a rocket.

  They broke the surface.

  “Midoriya, you okay?” Tsuyu’s voice.

  He gasped for air, coughing, nodding against her shoulder.

  Behind them, the shark-man snarled, diving again.

  Mineta bobbed nearby on a chunk of wreckage. “Guys!? Help?! I’m bait out here!”

  “Mineta” Tsuyu said, swinging Midoriya toward the yacht. She frog-jumped, snatched Mineta by the collar, and slammed them all onto the deck in one wet heap.

  Midoriya rolled to his hands and knees, panting. The deck tilted with the waves.

  “We’ll regroup here,” he said, already scanning the waterline. “Figure out our next move. Asui, thanks.”

  “Call me Tsu,” she said, crouched and alert, tongue already twitching with tension.

  Mineta was still whimpering.

  Central Plaza

  He moved like wire and lightning.

  The villains came in droves, grabbing, shouting, flashing quirks... and he shut them down one by one. The glow in his eyes never dimmed, even as his goggles cracked and his knuckles bled.

  A man’s arm lit up like a flare, Aizawa erased it, and broke it with a twist.

  A woman charged with spiked chains, he ducked under the swing and used his scarf like a slingshot, slamming her into concrete.

  The next attacker was faster. A blade scraped his side.

  Aizawa hissed but didn’t slow. If he fell, they all fell.

  He was making progress towards the middle.

  Landslide Zone

  She landed on her feet.

  Gravel crunched under her shoes. The mist was already gone, and the slope ahead of her gave way to cracked cement, concrete, broken trees. She stood near a bent traffic sign half-sunk in rubble.

  Far off, the air shook with an explosion. She didn’t look toward it.

  Her arms dropped to her sides, fingers flexing once, calmly. The hum in her bones settled into stillness.

  “Okay” she whispered to herself.

  Something moved in the dust and Robinn turned as a figure stepped into view.

  He was tall and shirtless. His skin glistened like wet slate, and water ran in long coils down his arms, pooling around his hands like living whips. His mouth was split in a grin.

  “Well well,” he said, cracking his neck. “A little girl all on her own.”

  The water around him coiled tighter, then lashed out into a whip, slicing the air with a sharp crack.

  Robinn’s eyes narrowed and she didn’t move.

  Not yet.