Flame Water is witchery [AURORA]

The one who stood for the ones who were weaker, the knight that smashed a mace to every villain in sight: Lion Knight. He was simply sat down atop a crate in the emptying "backstage" to the marketplace, though, without his helmet. He didn't worry too much about those people knowing his identity: for starters, without his helmet and mace, he looked just like an usual kid who happens to be cosplaying or, alternatively, one of those hero-wannabes from U.A. 

He never personally had anything against them, though he found them quite reserved. He never got to read any news about U.A. It was a new, relatively obscure subject, though it didn't warrant THIS much obscurity. Who knows, maybe the government just doesn't want people to read about quirked. 

Either way, his gaze turned up as he watched the sun settle down, signifying that it was about time he got ready to work. It was under the veil of the cursed night that the foul fiends came out to do everything. From mugging and murder to lollygagging.Though he wasn't particularly violent with the last, the former warranted a proper mace beating. Once it was dark enough, he hopped off of his crate, the backstage to the marketplace essentially empty. Better for him. Donning his almost trademark golden lion helmet and pulling out his mace from a bag he always had with him, he began with a simple stroll through the roads, actively searching for crime.