[ The last time the feathers realized themselves Shouto buried him in a mountain of snow, eliminating the threat. This time, his quirk offers him precision. Goosebumps prickle at the back of his neck at the terrifying wail. The scream is a shock to his system, lending him another reason to act.
The feathers freeze into a delicate framework of contorted feathers captured in a miasma of ice that holds no more than breath before shattering before him, exploding outward in shards of ice. In a knee-jerk reaction, Shouto expands his palms like a dome to protect himself from the explosion. His arms and cheeks still end up sliced but it's nothing compared to the razor-sharp needles that tear through his palms piercing the flesh like soft butter.
It all happens in an instant, his reaction time nowhere close enough to save him before he's sent tumbling down the steps clutching at his hands. A scream rips from him as his shoulder hits the stone steps. Left then right, then left again before he steps on a wide step. The pain is excruciation and he's fully awake to feel every stabbing needle that nearly makes him black out. ]
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The feathers freeze into a delicate framework of contorted feathers captured in a miasma of ice that holds no more than breath before shattering before him, exploding outward in shards of ice. In a knee-jerk reaction, Shouto expands his palms like a dome to protect himself from the explosion. His arms and cheeks still end up sliced but it's nothing compared to the razor-sharp needles that tear through his palms piercing the flesh like soft butter.
It all happens in an instant, his reaction time nowhere close enough to save him before he's sent tumbling down the steps clutching at his hands. A scream rips from him as his shoulder hits the stone steps. Left then right, then left again before he steps on a wide step. The pain is excruciation and he's fully awake to feel every stabbing needle that nearly makes him black out. ]