The Court of Public Opinion

Ever since the villain rankings, Niso had been both elated, and furious…well, rankings wasn’t the right term he supposed. Most wanted list was more appropriate. He had been elated because, as she deserved, his darling Luzia, the illustrious, the chaotic, the artistic Painter, had ranked above him as she rightly should have, and even more fittingly, he had ranked just beneath her, supporting his beloved little death bringer in both realistic and metaphorical matters.

What had enraged him was…Thunder. That degenerate, pompous, ego fuelled prick. He had never met the man personally but he felt he had a strong image of him from what little he knew. He never seemed to approach matters head on and directly like Niso himself, having goons and minions to do his bidding. He peddled in drugs and…a shudder passed through Niso at the thought alone. Sex. Prostitutes. Slaves. You name it. He both subjugated the free will, and the potential for chaos in slaves, and was a sleazebag who likely had more children then he had fingers to count them on. Niso was repulsed by him on numerous levels…but…oddly enough…

He could hurt Thunder, and aid his Love Luzia, in one move.

Approaching a rather nonchalant looking individual outside some form of public garden, Niso’s smile was distant and…vague. You could almost see him planning something, or you could just as easily think he was a little high. Personally, he detested drugs, but Luzia loved them, and so he would provide them. He’d been watching this man he approached in passing for a few days now, and was fairly sure he had one of Thunders’ lesser distributors.

“…Can I help ya kid?” Ah, here Niso’s baby faced features always provided some difficulty, but he knew how to deal with them by now. Money did speak afterall. His eyes grew a little dimmer, almost as if sinking into his skull, and his smile more lax yet somehow more wide, like a sleepy chesire cat. He held out his latest bit of pay from Kyoko, and presented it rather openly. The shady looking man he approached took his hand and lowered it.

“Shit man not so obvious…what you need?”

Niso shrugged a little. “It’s for my girlfriend. I didn’t get a shopping list, but in my experience, she likes a little of everything.~”

He paused, looking Niso over and giving himself a nod almost. “A’ight. I got a little o’ everythin…” He’d start to produce small packets from his pockets, but the moment Niso saw it, he knew he had the right person, and that was enough for him.

Just as quickly as one could change expression, a black layer of flesh spread across Niso’s face like a grotesque mask, and upon the black flesh appeared an eerily white smile and clear white eyes, almost drawn directly onto his flesh like some child’s cartoon into a devious expression. “WHAT THE FU-!”

The dealer didn’t get much else out as Niso lunged at him, throwing him down to the ground so openly in public. The teen villain had his hands pressed deeply on his throat with the dark mask being the last thing this man would be seeing as Niso killed him so openly. Screams were heard as passerbies caught onto what he was doing, but Niso didn’t care, ever having a one track mind. Get the drugs for his beloved. Kill those who work under Thunder. Continue living. Right now those were his only goals, he cared not who saw him act on them.

Niso slowly lifted up from his target as he was sure he’d drained the life from them, his body rising as someone addressed him, the motion alone eerie and unnatural, like his body was pulled upward by puppet strings. He didn’t need to push upwards with his hands or shift the weight in his legs, just drawing his body to a stand and tilting his head as he seemed to be facing a…hero? Vigilante?? Oh they all looked the same these days. The vigilantes either tried too hard to be heroes and dressed up in costumes, or the heroes still played the hero in their casual clothes, because they knew they had the legal right too. It was bloody confusing.

What was even more perplexing was however, before Niso could even get a creepy little laugh out, it seemed everyone around him showed even more fear at the Heroine than himself…how dare they. He was almost insulted but…what was this about being vaporized? Now that was a devastating quirk if it was true. Briefly he hesitated…but he reassured himself. They seemed disappointed in the crowds reaction. If they were a vigilante or Heroine, they were not one who liked being associated with this supposed killing, and thus, were likely not the kind to kill themselves if it could be helped. This instantly gave him the advantage…

“Oh no time to dance? In such a peaceful space? Now dear that hardly seems like the spirit.~” He chuckled, raspy and muted by the flesh mask he wore, the eyes turning into upturned crescents to mimic a giggling expression of an opera mask before returning to the usual blank gazing smile. He lowered his stance, ready to lunge, when the Heroine attacked first.

“Oooo…the liver…!~” He chimed, giggling a ltitle as the Heroine would find her attack had landed, and while Niso did wince beneath his mask, the strike to such a vital organ did not have the desired effect. “That’s new. I usually have people going for the heart.” With sudden, viscious movements, Niso grasped the hair on the back of her head, and would attempt to slam her face down into the ground with all of his meagre might. What he lacked in strength he made up for in sheer tenacity and a lack of mercy, displaying the strength of an average human, only with any sense of restraint removed as he tried to throw her pretty face down against the harsh gravel of the pavement.

tldr
Niso took the attack, but his quirk allows him to internally shift internal organs. Damage was minimal.
Grasped the back of her head as he turned and tried to ram her face into the floor.

"Oooohoho!~ Seems you're the one who's new around here if that's what you think~" He smirked deviously behind his blackened flesh mask with an eerie little chuckle flowing from behind the muffled state of his mask. She rushed him with open hand strikes, all blunt and easily resisted. A chuckle left through the center of his throat as he couldn't help but be amused by how easily he felt able to resist the offenses thrown at him. The way she used her combat style like a form of dance even brought a further chuckle out of him, smirking wide as he felt neither of them seemed to be taking this completely seriously if she thought she could leave those hands up in the air like that.

"That all you got? I mean, discipline I may lack, but skill less so. You really think you can take me down with a simple flurry of pitiful palms?~" He shook his head in disbelief at her apparent confidence. From her attack she'd learn he definitely had a pulse, but for someone who was about to fight, it was a very slow one. Any attempts to detect specific organs would be...confusing. Heart was on the wrong side and lower than it should be. Intestines were in pretty much the right place but...misaligned. It was certainly a very odd body she'd tried to detect.

And it was now rushing for her.

Lacking an at least obvious sense of skill and discipline, Niso attempted to tackle her around the waist and take her to the ground. If he was at all successful he'd pin her with his weight like he had with the goon he'd been strangling, and attempt to repeatedly pound her face with his own 'flurry' of attacks, crude and merciless with no sense of restraint.

Niso felt the knee strike wherever he'd been keeping his heart, and his whole body flinched at the pain, but just as quickly his body tried to re-organize itself. Muscle fibres snapped apart, latching about the heart and shifting it's placement in his torso once again, while outwardly he grit his teeth and focused through the pain. He had her where he'd been aiming for and seemed to be getting repeated blows to her head. His strength was nothing special perhaps but it was without restraint or mercy, and he expected after a few blows she might at least be feeling dizzy.

"Oooo fancy!~ What language is that?~" He'd playfull ask as he continued to try and pound on her, the webbing noticeable in his peripheral vision but not something he cared too much about. He continued to pound away, until his fist finally met the webbing that had formed beneath her, narrowing his eyes as she seemed to have entirely dissapeared...okay. She could create webs, and dissapear? That was a unique combination of quirks. He shifted up a little but bumped his head on the roof of the coccoon built for them, still hearing her voice and glancing about through the flesh of his mask, wondering what on earth was going on here. Had she fused with the webbing...?

"Well this is a fancy trick you got here..." Despite the confusion, the playful tone remained in his voice. He'd roll onto his back, and his legs coiled back against him at an unatural angle. There was a popping sound like he'd dislocated them from his hips, but all the same they coiled back, and kicked hard agains the roof of the coccoon despite the minimal room he had. "But! Won't help you for long!~" He chuckled and kicked again, aiming to get out of this quickly despite the pain in his hips.

“…” Niso paused his kicking as the woman was describing the weakpoints of her odd little cocoon to him, and Niso could only think one thing as he lowered his legs and layed out on his back as best he could…how big an idiot did she take him for? He scoffed out a little and rolled his eyes under his mask, but thanks to the flesh mask not changing it didn’t show too readily, he simply layed back with his hands behind his head and listened to her describe the situation of the cocoons weakpoints. Briefly he considered a plan to just deprive them both of oxygen, but made of so many strands there was no way this was air tight, and if she was outside this or part of the webbing itself, he’d just be suffocating himself with the plan instead.

Casually, he hooked one leg over the other’s bent knee as he laid back, tapping his foot against the air. “How stupid are the usual mooks you deal with?” He’d bluntly ask, his eyes rolling back as he casually waited. “You’re either a pro or a vigilante, so either way you’re not giving pointers to the man you just watched commit murder. Your-“

He stopped himself, suddenly gripping his chest where she’d spotted his heart through her earlier motions. His breathing sharply took an upturn and he struggled to get out the words “M-my heart…!” Through scattered breaths. He held it tightly as the pain radiating from it was real, but all self inflicted it was a pleasure to say. As he forced the cells of his heart muscles to go into cardiac arrest, every physical sign of him having a heart attack was absolutely genuine, and after a few mere seconds of kicking and squirming, Niso fell back, seeming not to breathe and just laying, for all intent and purposes appearing to be dead in this webby little prison.

Of course, the chaotic child would never inflict death upon himself if he didn’t think he could survive it.

Woooooow. Cold hearted bitch. Niso was still unconscious so wasn’t at all aware of what she’d said but if he was he’d be weirdly impressed. This woman for all intense and purposes was watching him have a heart attack, self inflicted or not, and just let him die. For a hero that was brutal behaviour and Niso didn’t even have to wonder anymore why people were fleeing in terror from her. Framed or note, a woman with this sort of attitude easily seemed like the kind who could kill someone.

With the layers of webs being laid over him, Niso’s pulse remained minimal, his body focusing on staying alive in a lesser state. The minimal wounding he had was rapidly recovering, bruises fading away as he was wrapped up in a more personal cocoon. After a short few moments, some consciousness was returning, but his instincts were very carefully honed by now. The way he couldn’t see much light anymore told him he was being bound up in more of this shitty webby…shit.

Fine…he needed something sharp to get out of here…no pocket knife today…he could work with this-

SNAP

He was soooo thankful his head was deprived of oxygen, he didn’t get to feel the way his muscle fibres wrapped around one of his ribs and contracted all at once, sharply snapping the rib out of place. Through his torso and the webbing it’d be difficult to hear it too…untiiiiiiil…

PHWISHQ

…that’s the sound of a rib being shoved through meat, clothes, and webs right?

That was a pain Niso couldn’t so easily ignore, even if self created, The self inflicted wound from the inside dragged itself down, ripping a hole in himself and the jacket till Niso could wrench his hands free, ripping any loose webbing from his face and meeting the pixie who’d revealed themselves by hovering over him, clasping both hands around her with lightning quick reflexes (movement rank C), and pushing every muscle fibre he had in each arm down towards his palms, just trying to compress her tiny form, the rib he’d used to escape slowly being dragged back into place to heal as his stomache and chest already began to heal back up. “GOTCHA!”