Taking Down the Oni (The Boys)

This woman was beginning to become an annoyance. She was much like Savage himself in the sense that she had little to no finesse, simply barging around with her significant strength to pound any obstacle into oblivion. Bland and pedestrian for Jean-Luc's taste. It had been far, far too long since they had been challenged in any meaningful way. Of course he could, to an extent, respect the sheer ability of the woman and those like her, but to Jean-Luc's eyes her Quirk was, when all was said and done, rather boring. Besides the few seemingly aesthetic mutations she bore, namely her tusks and obviously her horn, the she-devil that Jean-Luc was staring at with half-lidded eyes seemed just like all the rest. The apparent ease with which she dealt with the flying furniture irked the Frenchman somewhat, but in the end it wasn't exactly a problem. 

Jean-Luc was content to sit back and simply watch for the moment, his keen eyes observing as the woman in front of him continued to slowly and subtly morph into a more demonic visage. All of his compatriots were getting involved in one way or another, the somewhat large apartment feeling awfully cramped with the sheer chaos going on around them. Fire continued to spread around them as Jerry's flames consumed all they came into contact with making the intense fight seem like some massive, climactic battle in an action movie of some kind. The avian member of their group went so far as to threaten the woman's family, something that Jean-Luc had no interest in, though it was clear that Jerry was only attempting to get a rise out of Red Horn. A flying chair was her response, though it was easily dealt with by Jerry himself without Jean-Luc needing to intervene. It was something that he found rather amusing at times. Those that he fought tended to have a proclivity for continuing to throw around various objects despite already knowing of his abilities. 

Despite the level of violence being perpetrated all around them, Eduardo's wailing voice still manager to pierce through the cacophony of noise assaulting them. Jean-Luc had wondered when his amphibious friend would notice the spectacular demise of his now former summons. It never ceased to baffle the Frenchman how much his friend cared about such insignificant creatures, not that he ever expressed such confusion out loud. It was his private opinion that it was a waste of time, they were frogs after all, their sentience only limited to the orders given to their by their creator, or at least that was what Jean-Luc had come to the conclusion of. Still, there were times when it came to be beneficial for Eduardo to become so enraged, it tended to signal a speedy end to affairs. It was all well and good for Red Horn to be at least somewhat resistant to Eduardo's toxins, but you pour enough water into a cup and eventually it will overflow. The question only became just how much toxin could Red Horn withstand before it finally brought her low. Jean-Luc could already spy two remaining frogs attempting to get close enough to Red Horn so as to make their attack even as Eduardo went about creating more of the little beasts. 

Jean-Luc was under the opinion that they would be better off if those two frogs had an easier time of latching themselves onto their target, and as such he sought a way to aid in that endeavor. They had more than one target tonight and he was eager to be gone from this place as soon as was possible. His eyes darted around the apartment for a few moments, mentally crossing off various items as he passed them over, the vast majority of them being flimsy, easy to break items or simply too small to have any meaningful impact. His eyes soon fell on the bulky shape of a fridge in the kitchen nearby, an idea quickly springing to mind. Red Horn was more than a little distracted with Savage for the time being, something Jean-Luc would take advantage of. With a swift gesture the fridge was shunted from it's position against the wall and turned around so it's rear was now in view. The whole assembly rattled and groaned slightly, barely audible over the raging fire around them, before a significant length of metal piping was torn from the machine. Jean-Luc flicked his gaze back to Red Horn, the metal pipe flying across the room in the blink of an eye, coming at the woman silently from behind. 

He aimed the projectile at her lengthening horn, catching it roughly in the middle before wrapping itself around it in what seemed an instant. Before his target had any time to wonder just what was happening to her, Jean-Luc pulled back with his arm violently, the ring of metal following the motion in time, leveraging Red Horn's head back at what would undeniably be an uncomfortable angle and throwing off her limited stance. The intent being to give Savage the opening he would need to truly bring the hurt to their demonic enemy. Jean-Luc was no fighter himself, preferring to deal with his enemies from a distance if at all possible, his Quirk certainly allowed a rather simple means of retreat if necessary after all. But all these long years spent traipsing around the globe with Savage, moving from one hot spot to another, had given him a keen eye for combat. It was clear to him that while Red Horn was a semi-capable fighter in her own right, she obviously relied on her sheer brute strength to win most encounters. Savage on the other hand was rather well versed in hand to hand combat whilst also possessing herculean physical capabilities. Barring interference Jean-Luc was confident that Savage could take the woman alone, he simply wanted to expedite matters. Their next target for the night would require Savage to do what he does best, take hits and deal them back with a vengeance. 

The simple thought of acquiring samples from both of tonight's targets had Jean-Luc practically giddy with anticipation, but first, they needed to seal the deal so to speak.

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Summary:
- Stays out of the melee raging in front of him, content to let Savage do his job. 
- Tears into Red Horn's fridge and pulls out metal piping.
- Attack Red Horn with said pipe From Behind, wrapping the metal around her growing horn and pulling back Hard. (C Rank Speed and Strength)
- The intention is to essentially whip her head back, exposing her to an easy assault by Savage whilst making it much harder for her to block/dodge with a constant pull on her head leveraging her, well, head back. 

"OH LIKE YOUR SO FUCKING IMPORTANT!" The Oni quickly yelled back at the edgy looking shadow wielder off in the back. Was this what this guy needed to even think he could take her. One frontline fighter with a bunch of back up in the back!? Oh how she'd love to face him on a real level playing field. They wanted to make this interesting? Lock her in a cage with their leader and see which one of them ended up coming out of it ali-

No. No. Calm yourself. Not all the way but...you never cross that line, no point even thinking about it. It had been a long while since she was pushed this far in terms of her rage. never since she was a vigilante and that fucker left her with the mark on her horn. She glanced at the fire bird as he wrecked her apartment, but she could recognize he was only a distraction, focusing her labored breaths forward and her glaring eyes on the leader of the troupe, her arms hanging low, seeming bestial, both leaving her wide open while giving the odd impression she was ready to go at any moment. "Gimmer yer best sho-GAGH!"

A two way attack again, before Mia knew it a pipe was sent flying up towards her face, and while her hands latched onto it it didn't stop the force thrown through her horn before it hit. She winced heavily, the frogs finding their chance to latch onto her and seeping more of their poison into her system. Her veins felt like they were on fucking fire as her body tried to resist the effects and purge it from her system, but as she could tell by how the burning sensation moved along her limbs, they were fighting a losing battle, as the lethargy and nauseaus sensations moved across her limbs. "You FUCKING little-!"

Before she knew it, she was grabbed. She'd wrenched the pipe from her own, but the way it had brushed against her scar had forced her muscles to lock up just long enough to make her an easy target. She didn't even fully register it...she just recognized a blow of fresh cold air against her body as she was sent falling...falling..fuck she lived a long way up didn't she? She hit the street below HARD, her body thankful for the layers upon layers of muscle protecting it. She skimmed, then again, and a third time before finally digging her hands deep into the road below her, throwing her head back and glaring up at the car sized hole in her apartment, and the fresh one she'd made being thrown through the wall.

Anger. Rage. Fucking FURY bubbled up inside of her...but it couldn't boil over. She had it all, the effort, the desire, the sheer want to let them all have it...but with the toll this was taking in her, it was like trying to light a fire with damp wood. You could put everything into twisting that stick into the log, you could spin it a million miles an hour, you could want it with every ounce of your being...but it didn't come. She wanted rage and anger and the effects it brought but her body just didn't have the fuel for it.

Still...shakily she rose to a full stand, her breaths heavy. The skin around her horn, and eyes became dry, the skin being forced aside by her growing, sharpening horn was cracking apart, like the growth was physically forcing itself beyond what her flesh would allow. The red leathery sensation that had been spreading up the skin of her arms now eminated from her eyes, with a secondary level of black cracks spreading from the corners. The red of her iris' seemed to briefly flare up...but it was like watching a fire flare up just as the fuel was about to run out. Burning brightly...but you could tell it wouldn't last.

She could see what he was doing...he seemed to be calling on that fucking bird...FIne. FiNE. FUCKING FINE!!!

"YOU WANNA PLAY FUCKING BALL MATE!?"

A part of her could tell she was going down here. But ya know what!? YA KNOW FUCKING WHAT!? With heavy steps, forcing down every ounce of burning fatigue in her system, her tusks reaching halfway to her eyes, with the red skin spreading across her flesh from her fists and her eyes, Red Horn grasped a lampost and ripped it without mercy from it's pavement, the paving slabs still clinging to it's base as the wires sparked furiously, threatening to set her clothes on fire. She set herself up, rearing the lampost over her shoulder as it and her filled the width of the street.

"FUCKING PLAY!!!!"

She was gonna go down.

She was going down swinging.

Tldr

Mia is at her limit. She fell to the street below, skimming across the surface as she did
Nausea, exhaustion, and blows are adding up. She is drawing on every droplet of her C rank stamina to keep going.
Seeing whats being set up, if she goes down, its in style
Is using a lampost like a baseball bat, ready for the throw.

As Ed dared to glance over towards the fight... He could see the frogs latched onto Mias legs. "Hurra!" He spread his arms wide, as he shouted! "Hurra, con y carne!" But soon, his cheers stopped as he looked again, and saw savage dragging the lady with him, As she chucked him through the hole! There was a victorious feeling churning in eds gut, as he looked at the giant creature finally falling... Only to see his dear frogs hanging for dear life from its legs... He looked in horror downwards, Stretching his arm, and pointing at it, as the baby frogs continued ribbiting! "CON Y CARNEEEE!" He outright started slinking down the building, slapping his arms against the concrete, just trying to get down faster!

But, like a miracle, black bubbles surrounded the frogs... And as the lady hit the ground like a rock, the frogs bounced off from the force, just rolling on the ground in their protective shells! Ed huffed and puffed as he continued his way down! He had to see if the duo is alright! He should not praise Ryung before he was one hundred percent sure they were alright! 

But what waited at the bottom, was the giant woman still awake and as angry as ever! The frogs on his head and arms started grumbling. And Ed had an animalistic ending to back down... "She still walks, senórs...!" For now, Ed just stayed on the wall, his big eyes glancing towards the two frogs safely encased in the shadows of his comrade. But his glance occasionally aimed up. The true force would come down at the lady soon enough assumedly... And hopefully the shadows were able to keep the frogs safe from that attack as well.

"It's okay... it's okay... good things come from above..."

Summary:

- the frogs latch off during the fall, but are seemingly still alive thanks to the armor given by Ryung.
- Eds downstairs trying to retrieve them... sort of just observing the giant.