A beast is a beast. It was a person, but no longer. Just like the heroes dismissed villains as nothing more than a problem, a sickness or a disease that needed to be captured, put down, locked away, and ignored forever. They weren't human, they had no rights, no one cared about their side of the story. It's no different for this "villainous" creatures.
Heroes taught him well.
Dabi watches Midoriya move forward, in their group of twelve, five gathered around the burn-scarred man. Like him, they also determined the quickest way to end this threat was to kill it. There's no time to talk to it, to calm it, to capture it. There's no time to save it. End it instead. Dabi had told them the other six members of the group weren't of the same mindset... They'd have to kill it quickly before the other Hunters, particularly the young green one, could interfere.
2 o-?
The shout is enough that half of the entire group, Midoriya's and Dabi's group, split into formation, the others far less coordinated in a team effort. Waves arch upward, a larger presence moving within the incoming swell and surf. Tendrils sweep forward, the original bait lashing out to try and nab one of the Hunters by her leg, though she's able to avoid it with a slice of the crescent-shaped broadsword. Others are pulled away by inky tendrils and the long-range Hunters go down on knees or stand in ready position, aiming bows, arrows, crossbows, and throwing blades. Personal preference.
Waves crash down on the beach and break over a figure among the water (pick either red or purple or white) as the surf runs in. Feminine, larger than any of them, salty liquid cascading down the shoulders and arms which seem to melt into the dwindling waves all around it. Among the crash of the surf, soft moaning sounds drift crying in with the sea, single or chorus is hard to describe, and a feeling of sorrowful loss and longing pervade the dreary beach of black sands and eerie dark waters. The beast lifts its head towards the group, gore of a previous meal still lingering upon its face in the shape of a young arm, perhaps a little girl, dangling from the corner of its mouth like a forgotten broken toothpick. Tendrils flicker and whip against the waters, as if testing them before making any motion towards them. Sensing through sound in the air, vibration in the water, or sight is hard to tell.
"Disgusting." Dabi lifts his hand and a raging blast of blue flames rip across the beach, almost instantly melting the sand to glass beneath it as the flamethrower roars straight into the creature's body. Hope everyone got out of the way; that callous would trigger Danger Sense easily.
S'fine. He'll take first blood and end this quickly.
the brawl of brawls, a super smash
Heroes taught him well.
Dabi watches Midoriya move forward, in their group of twelve, five gathered around the burn-scarred man. Like him, they also determined the quickest way to end this threat was to kill it. There's no time to talk to it, to calm it, to capture it. There's no time to save it. End it instead. Dabi had told them the other six members of the group weren't of the same mindset... They'd have to kill it quickly before the other Hunters, particularly the young green one, could interfere.
2 o-?
The shout is enough that half of the entire group, Midoriya's and Dabi's group, split into formation, the others far less coordinated in a team effort. Waves arch upward, a larger presence moving within the incoming swell and surf. Tendrils sweep forward, the original bait lashing out to try and nab one of the Hunters by her leg, though she's able to avoid it with a slice of the crescent-shaped broadsword. Others are pulled away by inky tendrils and the long-range Hunters go down on knees or stand in ready position, aiming bows, arrows, crossbows, and throwing blades. Personal preference.
Waves crash down on the beach and break over a figure among the water (pick either red or purple or white) as the surf runs in. Feminine, larger than any of them, salty liquid cascading down the shoulders and arms which seem to melt into the dwindling waves all around it. Among the crash of the surf, soft moaning sounds drift crying in with the sea, single or chorus is hard to describe, and a feeling of sorrowful loss and longing pervade the dreary beach of black sands and eerie dark waters. The beast lifts its head towards the group, gore of a previous meal still lingering upon its face in the shape of a young arm, perhaps a little girl, dangling from the corner of its mouth like a forgotten broken toothpick. Tendrils flicker and whip against the waters, as if testing them before making any motion towards them. Sensing through sound in the air, vibration in the water, or sight is hard to tell.
"Disgusting." Dabi lifts his hand and a raging blast of blue flames rip across the beach, almost instantly melting the sand to glass beneath it as the flamethrower roars straight into the creature's body. Hope everyone got out of the way; that callous would trigger Danger Sense easily.
S'fine. He'll take first blood and end this quickly.