Taking Down the Oni (The Boys)

Night settled over Tokyo as The boys made their way towards famous home of Red Horn, the time for enjoying the fruits of Nippon were far gone as now it was time to get to work, after all they didn't just come to Japan to sight see did they? No, they were here to test of Tokyo could survive them and it was about time they set their plans into motion. Savage had wanted to see if the heroes of Japan were up to snuff and what better subject is there than the number one hero? It was time to share his plan.

In the ruins of a warehouse in an unknown part of Tokyo sat the Vagabonds in an almost a sort-of round table, he gathered them together for another one of his oft destructive plans. He spoke with an ardor about his words, this wasn't the first time most of them heard him speak like this usually the only times he spoke with such a conviction is when something truly big were to go down, as he spoke he made the others sit whilst he circled around the table which had a map of Tokyo at it's center.  "Tonight... I want to have fun... Not bored, not content, not bemused, amused... I want... Fun... Real... Fun. Tonight let's sow the first seed of destruction, and for our first show I think it's only fair our entertainment be the best this city has to offer." He was of course speaking of Red Horn, but not just Red Horn, when he said the best he mean't it.  "In fact, tonight to commemorate our first seed let's share our fun, tonight the world will rejoice just as loud as us. WHAT. DO. YOU. SAY. BOYS!"  He said with an almost uncharacteristic burst of energy slamming his hand on the table making a loud THUMP sound as the table splintered into pieces on the ground before restraining himself a bit.

"But of course to execute this plan of mine, I'd prefer it to be quick so we can move on to the... Main course." His eyes shifted to Ed. "I need your frogs, their poison is crucial for this plan and I promise that none of us will let a single one be hurt." He then turned to little Ryung. "Your shadows... They are potent, if anything goes awry we'll need them to make sure we don't take any unforeseen injuries." Then  to Jerry.  "I expect you to fight with me in the front, and paint the battlefield, this will be your first actual taste of what we do make sure to treasure it as much as I." And finally to Jean. "I know no matter what happens tonight nothing will escape you, both literally and... Metaphorically." He slapped his hands together as he took a few paces from the boys to get them all in full view. "It's on nights like tonight that cities crumble and empires fall. Or is it the other way around? I can't remember. "

But words are cheap, many a would-be warlord have made similar loud proclamations only to be beaten back by a white knight. Action was required, and action indeed would be given. That's why they were here, just outside a two story apartment that housed the number one hero of Japan and they were given the task of capturing her. As Savage stood outside staring at the apartment, slowly he was working a plan of action when Jean, his second in command, came forward with a plan. He proposed making telekinetic platforms to move them up similar to stairs as Savage ripped open the wall to Red Horn's apartment, but while he was busy formulating a plan Savage took a look at the van whilst scratching his chin and then back towards the apartment.

"Jean... Do you think you could hold up the van while we're inside of it?" Jean rolled his eyes "Of course he said, it's well within my po-"  Suddenly Jean eye's narrowed to Savage as a look of disgust appeared on his face. "No, that's stup-" Before he could even finish his sentence Savage yelled out "EVERYONE IN THE VAN, tonight we're in first class!" Savage said taking shotgun before anyone had a chance to steal it from him, how he fit was something a mystery on it's own though I guess fit is a bit of an over-statement. With a heavy sigh Jean also got in the car as he started to use his psionic powers to both lift the vehicle and form something of a protecting shield over it as it...

BOOOOM!

...made collision into the second floor probably totaling the entire place as the horn blared. As the car destroyed the wall and they entered inside of the Red Horn's apartment Savage let out a hardy laugh, that was probably going to be the most entertaining part of the night, not long after without warning Savage would do unneeded damage to their van as he kicked it open with one leg and got out with the rest of the Boys soon following him. "Hello! I heard you were the Red Horn, I am Senso or as others prefer the Savage. I've come to assess you, I hope you don't disappoint. " He said with a smile and a wave, can't be rude now can you?

He started to look around the supposed number one hero's choice of residence, he wasn't too impressed but that was actually a good thing in his book; it mean't they weren't vain something Savage could commend.  But it was time for business as Savage popped his neck "Jerry would you mind, giving this place a bit of... Flare? It makes fights interesting... I want this to be a night to remember." He said his eyes focused squarely on Red Horn, even though he gave the appearance of being cocky he wasn't foolish, Never foolish, he knew that if someone were to be the best it was for good reason and until proven otherwise he wouldn't underestimate his opponent until they gave him reason to. 

Once again, Savage was bored. And that naturally meant that his group was going to have to do something about it. This suggestion was answered with a grin from Eduardo, and thunderously excited ribbiting from the audience that reacted to loud noises quite badly. Ed wasn't exactly as excited, as to be expected. He was still in the middle of trying to see how well his frogs integrated into the japanese nature. Heck, some of the frogs had outright started dodging his calls, when he went to the park. This had had him very curious for obvious reasons, and this just seemed like yet another distraction from that. Besides, their previous efforts had ended up in insane amount of frog casualties, which had been emotionally harsh for him.

However, In his case, the problem was that he trusted Savages words a little too much. Especially when he was praising his friends as invaluable for anything. Naturally, this became yet another chance to try out and see if the frogs were going to be fine in some action. And thus, he grabbed some frogs that hadn't done much aside from surveying duty. It was time to get them to... level up. Kind of like Ryung had told him. Get them to evolve to greater heights. 

As they were driving however, the plans changed as usual. This time it was about lifting the van up... And being that Ed was the one driving, That was kind of important. "...I have to agree with Jean, for once, sav-" And well, they were pretty much forced to the car anyway, so his word didn't really matter. He just solemnly shrugged, as a croak emitted from the frog on top of his head. The problem wasn't the inevitability... but gravity. High speeds lent themselves badly to frogs trying to hold on for their dear life to their caretakers body. The croaking was loud and painful to listen to. Emotionally it was wrecking...

As the horrible ride was finished. Ed, compared to others making their theatric speeches, hopped out of the car quickly, and chucked some frogs inside the room like a farmer throwing 5 over sized potatoes. "CROAK!" A simple command of "GRAB HER!" At throwing range it was pretty much impossible for them to not hear him, and the frogs proceeded to leap towards her menacingly, one of them outright lounging with a mildly bigger leap to grab onto her thigh.

As physically incapable as the frogs were, the poison they had was able to kill an average sized dog in half a minute!. For a girl of her size... the five first frogs should be a plenty to knock her out cold in like... a minute at most, if they reached her! Savage was definitely right in trusting in that one aspect of his friends! 

Meanwhile, he himself slipped quickly to the wall besides the van still hanging by the thread. The slime in his arms would allow him to just hang around and bark orders as needed to the frogs, without needing to put himself in danger. He could just keep hiding for as long as he needed. Albeit, it came at the cost of missing out on the group picture... But who cares. The frogs were gonna be fine... hopefully.

”Huh. Well, shit count me in, ya bunch of crazy fucks.” Jerry chuckled, having just been told the Boys were about to storm through the household of Japan’s number one hero. In retrospect, he seemed to be just about as crazed as the rest of The Boys, the short tempered bird pulling his fair share of violent shenanigans after having been deemed the resident Japanese tour guide. Yet to his surprise, it seemed that Savage was to be the mastermind behind the night’s events, a far cry from the usual strategizing from Jean, who had long since cemented himself as the brains of the group. Tonight would be exciting to say the least, as not only would it be The Boy’s first riff of destruction through Tokyo, but the fiery bird’s first excursion in general.

The planned seemed simple enough. Slap a few frogs on her, use the shadows for back up, ram the van into second story window- ram the van into the window? The bird’s poker face was noticeably shattered as talks of Jean levitating their soccer mom-mobile through the hero’s apartment, a furry eyebrow cocked noticeably in confusion. It wasn’t that the bird was unsure of the plan, but completely interested in how the entire thing would pan out. It sounded crazy, not necessarily “crazy enough to work,” but undeniably insane. A wild grin peaked out from his beak as Jerry was absolutely thrilled at the idea, a noticeable contrast to Jean’s disdain and Eduardo’s reluctance.

As the group unceremoniously crashed through the walls horn a blazin’, Jerry was quite surprised to see how modest such a popular hero was living. Considering how the local media had been incessantly blabbing on and on about the oni taking down some two bit fire villain, he assumed she’d be staying in a rather swankier joint. He understood living modestly but hell, it seemed like nothing was even there! Was the pay for heroism that terrible? Perhaps the brutish brawler could consider villainy, then maybe she’d understand a life of luxury. But for now such spartan decor was for the best, considering that Savage had kindly asked for a little “light” to liven up the mood. ”Shit, the decor’s a bit boring, ain’t it?” Jerry would mock, brushing off bits and pieces of dry wall as he waddled out of the van.

With a snap of his fingers, Jerry would light ablaze, and begin bouncing quite quickly across the room. Flapping his arms to cause quite the quick leaps, it wouldn’t take too long for a fiery bird to cover the walls in flames. ”Come on, mother fucker. Let’s get fired up. The news is creaming it’s pants over you beating up some small fry, the hell are you gonna do when some real heat gets turned up?” Jerry would taunt, obviously becoming more and amped the hotter the room became. A burning building created quite the unique fighting environment, the threat of heat exhaustion, the suffocation of smoke, an unbridled adrenaline rush that Jerry lived for. Considering how bare the place was, he could assume the horned hero wouldn’t exactly mind. It’s not like he was burning up anything important anyways, it was just her home after all.

If there was one thing Jean-Luc could honestly say that he was impressed with when it came to Red Horn, it would be her sheer acceptance of a large automobile suddenly finding itself wedged inside her apartment. It was certainly not a sight that people encountered very often in their lives, if at all, and yet Red Horn had seemed to accept it rather quickly. Jean-Luc studied the pro hero's every move as she stood from where she had been seated, her features slowly morphing under the effect of her Quirk. Her, teeth, more akin to tusks now, grew at a rapid rate giving Red Horn a much more demonic appearance. Jean-Luc wasn't entirely sure if it was a subconscious action, triggered by the idea of coming violence, or a possible attempt at an intimidation tactic. If it was the latter, then Red Horn would be sorely disappointed. 

As was usual, Jean-Luc moved to stand just over Savage's shoulder, almost side by side with the man as he spoke their greeting to Red Horn. Despite his words sounding akin to orders, Jean-Luc knew from experience that they were more like suggestions than anything else. Much to his chagrin the Vagabonds in most cases went into things without a concrete plan, something that had always peeved Jean-Luc, but in the end of the day things always seemed to go their way, at least to an extent. His train of thought briefly reminded him of Brazil for a moment, before he forcibly put the breaks on, now was certainly not the time to reminisce about THAT particular disaster. Eduardo and Ryung were the first to act. Teaming together the pair sent a wave of Eduardo's amphibian companions towards Red Horn, their forms coated in their youngest members Shadows. It was a usual tactic of theirs, and a rather simple but effective one at that. Jean-Luc was still trying to convince Eduardo to offer up one or two of the creatures for his experiments. The possibility of isolating and weaponizing their toxins was too exciting for the scientist to pass up. 

Though if there was one thing Jean-Luc had learnt in regards to Eduardo, and by extension his Frogs, it was that if one were ever to be harmed, specifically when Eduardo was present, the night would become much more violent than originally planned. Jean-Luc watched with cold indifference as Red Horn brutalized the amphibian soldiers sent her way, even going so far as to crush one in her hand, likely in a deliberate display. While it was true to say to Jean-Luc cared very little for the lives of such insignificant creatures, he knew that Eduardo was the polar opposite and if nothing else that elicited an emotional response from the Frenchman. They had been comrades for years now and Jean-Luc could certainly describe them as friends, so to see his friend angered in such a way in no uncertain terms pissed him off. The objective tonight had been to capture Red Horn, and that hadn't changed, but the condition in which she entered their custody up in the air. 

The whole time Jerry had been jumping around the apartment, fire following wherever he landed, and soon enough the room was well alight. While the frogs hadn't been able to directly complete their mission, it seemed through sheer recklessness Red Horn had put one foot in her own grave by her own actions. Her arms, coated as they were with what remained of the frogs she had massacred would no doubt be affected by the toxins they had carried. Jean-Luc could already see them taking effect, though strangely the reaction was much more subdued than was usually the case. Curious. The scientist was already planning on taking multiple samples from the Pro Hero after her capture, now he would have something even more interesting to search for. 

She began taunting them, at least that was what Jean-Luc guessed, pointing out each of their group and giving them rather unimaginative nicknames as she went. She ended on Jerry, a hand darting out as the birdman jumped just a little too close to the Pro Hero, snatching him by the face. Jean-Luc could already smell the familiar aroma of burning flesh, after all it usually wasn't the smartest idea to physically grab hold of an object when it was on fire. With one final taunt she threw Jerry towards Ryung, Jean-Luc briefly thought to intervene but knew better, Ryung was more than capable of moving slightly to one side. He instead kept his gaze on Red Horn, after all it WAS usually after a cheesy monologue that the Hero started their attack. 

With what seemed like little effort, in two movements Red Horn had kicked her lounge towards her attackers, deftly lifting it into the air and then throwing it at speed. Jean-Luc suspected it to be a smokescreen of a sort as he noticed her rushing up behind the now airborne furniture, a strong fist raised and aimed towards Savage. With the slightest of efforts, Jean-Luc raised a hand, the lounge loosing all of it's forward momentum in the blink of an eye as a purple glow ringed its edges, though it was nearly impossible to see in the orange glow that danced across every surface in the room from the fire that now raged inside. Red Horn would see the couch jerk slightly towards her intended target before being rocketed back towards her at incredible speed. Being as close as she was it would be near impossible to dodge effectively. 

Jean-Luc aimed the couch towards her center mass, intent on knocking the Pro Hero backwards before she had an attempt to attack Savage. With a flick of his other hand Red Horn's TV was wrenched from from it's place, rocketing over to attempt a strike against her knees simultaneously to the couch strike. Jean-Luc was confident that as they were, the Vagabonds were more than capable to combating Red Horn, but with the rest of their nights planned activities, he was taking no chances for potential injuries. Keeping Red Horn on the back foot was ultimately the best course of action. 

"You seem to be laboring under the impression that you have the upper hand here tonight." Jean-Luc said, raising his voice to carry over the crackling noise of the fire around them as he lowered his arms, resting them behind his back once more. 

"We will avail you of that notion." he said with a tone of finality.   

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Summary:

- Stopped the flying Couch with his Quirk, sending it back at Red Horn at C-rank Speed.
- Threw her TV at her knees with his Quirk, at C-rank Speed.
 

Savage watched eagerly, what could be the number one hero of Japan be capable of? But while he waited his group wasted no time, good, it means they were living up to his standards. The first one was Jerry which he ordered to burn the apartment into a smokey ruin, he was making rather startling progress something that deeply impressed Savage, with him almost wanting to give him a slap on the back for his good work and beautiful flames but sadly the bird was both too fast and far too miniature for that to happen anytime soon.  All the while he noticed the growing Savagery in the hero they were fighting, that'd assuredly lead to something interesting he hoped.

Then came Little Ryung attempting as fast as possible to protect poor Eduardo's frogs, but he could never protect all of the progeny but he doubted someone such as a hero would outright murder Eduardo's frogs anyway, after all they were ultimately harmless creatures.  Speaking of which, they came forward next as a small horde ready to inflict their toxic poisons on the h- 

Without a second thought the foolish hero decided to make the poor mistake of stomping on Eduardo's frogs, making Savage let out an exasperated frustrated sigh.  As he looked at the puddles on the ground where she had mercilessly purged his frogs from the room causing jets of blood to shoot to the point of hitting the ceiling thanks to their... Properties, meanwhile Jerry flew past Savage's face without even getting so much of a reaction out of him whilst he stared at the frogs.

Now don't confuse Savage for mourning them, to be quite honest he never quite understood Eduardo's own attachment to the things, but he knew that he was attached... VERY attached. So much so that one of the Vagabonds would die and Eduardo would spend more time attending to a cramping frogs leg than a funeral, but it was that attachment that drew Savage to the short man, someone so deeply invested in something others would sign off as meaningless. It was a quirk that made Ed, well, Ed. And even if Savage cared very little for the frogs himself, Ed was apart of the Vagabonds and every thing he cares about is something by extension Savage cares about. So Savage couldn't let this slide without proper recompense. 

He hadn't bothered putting up a defense the moment she threw the couch, instead just lifting his head up and giving her a pearly white smile as it came careening towards him. This was far from the first time someone had tried a maneuver like it and it wouldn't be the last, there always something magical watching someone's plan literally fly back in their face, especially one with the audacity to kill Ed's frogs. "I see you have a good sense of humor, I have one as well unfortunately it might be rather... Dark. " It was about time he did his part, marching over as he reached out to grab Red Horn's... well... Horn from beneath the couch and attempting to lift her up from over his head and power slam her into the floor below, perhaps even jump on top of her trying to collapse it with sheer power.  Sneering with a "I expect more from you, come let's bring it out." Before smashing Mia into the floor in a rather brutal fashion.

Or if she managed to pick her self up he'd begin to march over and fight her slowly, throwing out punches, attempting to assess how the supposed number one fights while also attempting to bait out an attack. If she attacked him at all he'd make no effort taking the the brunt of it while he delivered his own savage barrage, after all his favorite types of brawls were always ones that were blow to blow.  

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Tldr

Savage watches the fight, walks over to the downed Red Horn.

If she is A. Knocked on her back from the couch he will attempt to effectively power slam then jump on top of her hoping to smash the floor with sheer strength.

If she has B. Gotten up from the couch, he will attempt to fight purposely slowly hoping to bait out an attack which he plans to take the full brunt of in order to deliver a devastating counter attack on Mia.

Stats: C-rank Strength C-rank Regeneration C-rank Durability E-rank Martial Arts F-rank Stamina F-rank Speed

A quick ”Oh shit!” could be heard as Jerry was snatched right out of the air, the bird obviously not anticipating the Oni to actually be able to nab him. Considering the gnarly burns already present on her hands, surely he felt his fiery visage would be plenty a deterrent, alongside the legion of Boys ready to strike the moment her guard was down. A wicked smile crept into his beak as she tried to chunk the bird, obviously satisfied at the painful grimace his feathers had caused. But unfortunately the oni girl would find the her attempt at chucking the flaming fireball to be rather unsuccessful, as with a powerful flap the bird wouldn’t risk hurtling into the younger Vagabond, as the flap instead canceled the toss’s momentum.

”You stupid broad, did you really try to throw a fucking bird?!” Jerry would laugh, obviously unconcerned from any retaliation of the horned brawler. ”I hope you have some family that’s smarter than that shit. Don’t worry, whoever you have, we’ll find ‘em. Doesn’t even have to be by blood. Fuck, even a close friend’ll work. But we’ll track ‘em down after this, and probably kill ‘em. But don’t worry toots, we’re starting with you first.”

Now, Jerry was absolutely unaware of the oni hero’s familial situation. Personally, he figured that if she had any caring relatives at all, she’d definitely live in a much better place than the boring, beige hellhole she currently resided in. But it didn’t matter, of course, the bird was simply goading the hero into anger. There wasn’t necessarily too much he, a close ranged fighter, could do with such a limited amount of targets in such a closed spaced. Continuing to brawl would only risk getting in the way, so it was best to play support and hopefully piss the hero off and throw her off her game. And what better way was there to anger a hero than threaten their loved ones?

As the battle between the brutes raged on, the bird would continue his spree of arson, taking the time to continue lighting the cheap pad into flames as the Oni traded blows with Savage. Alongside the lingering infliction of Sapo’s frogs, the black smoke which began to billow from Mia’s belongings would no doubt begin to fill the apartment. Sure, it’d take a bit longer for the smoke to asphyxiate another due to the gaping hole they had entered through, yet eventually it’d be enough to impede the hero’s breathing. Or at least, that was the bird’s initial plan, or how he managed to justify to himself his continuance of arson. Truth be told, it was simply fun to burn things, his obsidian eyes glimmering in the dancing flames as he continued to run amuck.

But it seemed that the Oni was fairly unimpressed by Jerry’s threats, for some strange reason having decided not to take the firebug’s threats seriously. Not that he had any intention on looking into the horned hero’s family life, something that would require him to care much more than he truly did. He had hoped for the foolhardy monologue, the intense heroic flame which led many a hero into a flight of violent passion as they believed to “defend” those they held dead. Of course, his attempts seemed to garner little sympathy, her reaction hardly being more than a disdainful glare. Having long since stopped his flaming spree after the pair assumably finished their brawl, it seemed the demon had the time to swiftly yank an adjacent chair and chunk it at the bird. How she was able to do so after numerous application’s of fever and poison, trading blows with Savage, alongside what one could only assume to be an exhausting day of heroic work was anyone’s guess. However, such factors would undoubtedly allow the bird enough time to respond to such a projectile, considering all he had to do was simply snap his fingers. He wouldn’t find himself too concerned with the chair, as the flame which surrounded him could easily blast through much tougher material. His quirk, covering every feather of his person and activated by nothing more than a stiff breeze, the bird was the absolute bane of any close combat fighter. Granted, being surrounded by allies meant he had to restrain himself, lest he accidentally turn one his fellow Boys to ash. But as the surrounding ring of fire allowed him to brush off the incoming chair, all he could do was laugh. It was a hearty, condescending laugh that a villain only reserved for mockery. In this moment, the bird felt untouchable, taking a twisted pleasure at the hero’s hopeless struggle. Although it’d be quite easy for Mia to realize this if she were to pay attention to the bird, but considering the hulking Savage before her was likely to continue his onslaught, such viscous mockery could easily be ignored.

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•Is burning shit while Mia and Savage brawl
•Blocks the chair by turning into a fireball. C Rank vs C Rank
•Villainous laugh