the first fury [Saga]

Villainy and crime? Easy shit! It was like all these heroes were super slow fools who couldn't do anything without their quirks, so when they'd cross someone who was both good with his quirk ad an ex-frontrunner to become the greatest athlete of his time, they were left scrambling around to try and even catch his shadow like a bunch of disoriented mice. Today, he had actually gotten Redhorn, the number one hero, to go around in circles, run her into walls and even get her into a pool.

Which he spat on before flipping her off and leaving in a convertible he had forcibly stolen off of a man by threatening him with his favorite axe. The simple joys of life that can be enjoyed when one is untouchable, too fast and agile to be caught by anyone. Sure, his life was pretty much in shambles after that drug bust having ruined his chances for a lifetime, but now he had money from robbery, he had food he stole, an abandoned place he moved into because he wanted to and, now, even his own subconvertible! No worries if he lost it, he could just steal tons more from other dummies.
And he would just relax for even longer, had his front door not been just kicked so hard it whizzed right past him, in a way that was so forcefully sudden that his face remained stoic for a few seconds, before all color drained from his face, the shock finally going away to be replaced by fear.

"What the..!? Damnit, Twinkles, you scared me! Knock first!"
Indeed, he had taken to call her a , something that was by all accounts truthful, on of the star scar on her horn, infuriatingly insulting to her "cool toughness", making it sound like she was some sort of girly, super feminine girl icon and not the fighter she was.
At least he was calm now, the much smaller, jacked, ugly creature of a man pointing a finger at her, cackling at the fool before him, for even thinking that he'd get strung along by her threats.
"You sure you wanna start threatening me, Twinkles? Didn't our last romp teach you what'll happen, HUH!? Last time I sunk you in water, this time I'll sink you six feet in the dirt!" In essence, a threat of death, the man already grasping at his axe, holding onto it tightly while keeping an eye on Redhorn. As long as they kept this distance while standing still, he knew that there was no way that she could reach him in time before he maneuvered around her. Might just slash out her pants and leave her in her birthsuit, just so he can laugh, take pictures and share it with the world. 
"Tell me, Twinkles. Are you sure you wanna be out here, cashing me? We both know I'll just run away again, and you know what I did when I ran away."

He killed. He killed any passer-by that seemed to even have a REMOTELY good life: couples, people dressed well, someone he had seen smile before they noticed him. Until he found the car to hijack, he had left a trail of blood. All with his precious axe.

Oh, here she comes with her weak taunting. The entire time they had fought, she constantly came up with weaker and weaker quips, while he just needed his one "Twinkles" insult to get her going. Predictable in attitude, wasn't she? Big, bold, brash and endlessly arrogant. The perfect figure for the number one of those stinkin' narcs of the government, who couldn't even do their jobs anymore and pawned them off to sanctioned pro wrestlers.
"Guess I'm wishing upon a star, Twinkles!" 

The athlete spread out his arms, holding the axe proudly with his right, taunting the glorified ogre to come at him. Just like last time, she tried one of her favorite jumpin' haymakers, one that was so predictable from how she took so long to rear it back that he stepped back a bit, predicting her trajectory with great, trained accuracy. As that large fist crashed into the ground and raised up a good amount of dust from that filthy floor, he took his chance to do a very quick hop, landing squarely on Mia's back, standing on top of the woman who was way more than strong enough to endure his weight. "Look ma, I'm riding an unicorn!"

Giving Mia a mocking bout of cackling laughter, he was quick to jump right away from her, letting the motion make his body do a few backflips mid-air, just to stop in mid-air, constantly pushing his legs out, only to revert into a crouch -- his quirk, "F-Bouncer", allowed him to repel most of anything with just his feet. His favorite thing to repel was air, using it to fly by constantly repelling the air bellow him in small, yet strong bursts. It had some other uses, a lot of which Mia was familiar with: he was a tricky one, almost impossible to catch.
"So, Twinkles, how's your day been? I recently repelled some pool water under this giant dumbass and made her slip right inside. The news showing her wet self were so fun!

And you, what have you been up to?"
He sarcastically asked, still doing the hopping motions, raising his axe up to his face, just to start scratching his chin with the blade, his left eye constantly twitching. The man was not sane of mind, broken down by the consequences of his own greedy actions. A man that wanted to win so badly at sports that he'd take perform enhancing drugs, when he was already so far ahead of the contemporary competition with sneak uses of his quirk, ones that were borderline untraceable. 

It was like playing with the biggest bull of them all, but instead of being some pansy rodeo kid that'll just die after getting charged once and not even dodging, he was a very powerful athlete who could have become someone much greater than what he is today if those damn narcs didn't catch him that one time! It was just one time that he took a bit more drugs than usual because he was nervous and that's enough to put him out of the game forever!? It was not fair. JUST NOT FAIR! This wouldn't fly to him so, of course, as he did one stronger step mid-air to let that flying doofus whizz right below him and into the rafter, he decided that he'd take his aggression out on her.

"Alright, you're not fun anymore, Twinkles! Besides, you're catching some skin thing and I don't want that infecting me." 
Just like the last times that they fought, he had grown furious with his own past, his mind always focused on how glorious his past could have been were it not for a single mistake, somehow reminded of it even more with the times he crossed the number 1 hero of them all. It was like a slap in the face that he'd be taken out by the number one in anything, a cruel joke on what he could have been.
He's not a has been!
He's a will be!

"Now take this!"
With the air time he had on her and the time it'd take to go down, this attack was bound to be strong, he knew of it. It started out with yet another "bounce" in mid air, one that he made slightly stronger just to have extra distance from Redhorn who had just fallen back to the ground. No longer would he keep himself just flying mid-air but, instead, stretched out his legs as if he was sitting, activating the repelling powers on his feet at full force, the way his feet moved forcing his body to start spinning vertically mid-air.
And this wasn't just a normal spin. While normal rationale would conclude that he'd just start falling since he was no longer just propelling himself upward, the fact was that, since his feet were repelling air in a much stronger way than before, the sheer propulsion released from them kept him perfectly still.
Eventually, his body would seemingly disappear and become a sort of disk-shaped object with colors slightly resembling his, a testament to the level of speed he was achieving, one that apparently just had no upper limit. Finally, the attack could start: With every spin, which were a few dozens per SECOND, blades of compressed air would shoot out everywhere indiscriminately.

Whenever he tilted his feet to make his spin grow wild and go everywhere until the sheer power stabilized him again, these slashes would go even more places: the walls, the crates, his set-up, the floor, the ceiling. This technique, made to indiscriminately cut, eviscerate and destroy everything around him, was bound to cause intense damage to anyone and anything short of a reinforced steel shield - and as far as Redhorn knew, she was slightly weaker than that currently, which meant that the blades would cut and H U R T.

Apparently, it had worked. As the wind festival raged on and trashed the entire place into being about as structurally stable as a shack made by a toddler, the athlete finally stopped spinning, slowly letting himself float to the ground, very gently repelling the air so that he could go back to his feet, his face having grown a little pale. Even as he was on his own two feet now, he stumbled to the side ever so slightly, the man somehow winded even though he never even got hit.
"..Fuck. I just had to lose my cool and use that. ..God, my head hurts."

A man spinning with such violence, while using his own quirk to its absolute limits, was an action that was much too taxing on his body. It had already taken a monumental amount of effort and practice just to pull it off without passing out from dizziness in a pool of his own vomit, so this was the best he could do. Dizzy and winded, with a slightly sinking pit of a feeling in his stomach. "Guess she's down.. not dead, obviously. She's persistent, so she'll get up eventually -- better not kill her either, it'd just make everyone way too angry way too soon, and I'd just get stomped."
The man muttered to himself, taking a few moments to look around himself, often glancing towards the pile of rubble and metal piled up over what he assumed to be Redhorn. He knew that she'd eventually get up, so he had to get out.

Not too quickly, since he really couldn't due to the consequences of his attack, however, he still started walking away, repeatedly doing breathing exercises to get his own airflow back in control, an action that he did by habit, to control his own stamina and recover as quickly as he could. After all, he was guessing too that she wouldn't be in this mission alone and that, the moment that her possible allies noticed that she wasn't responding, they'd come after him themselves.
He needed to be ready to at least fly away, even if for just a minute or two -- it'd be enough to evade those slow quirkless fools.

However, why was he feeling this tremendous sinking feeling in his stomach? At first, he assumed that it was just the vomit reflex acting up, but he remembered that he spent a long, long time to make it go away! ..What.. was going on.

This feeling. This feeling that kept his feet glued to the concrete floor of this industrial warehouse. The feeling that came from the depths of his stomach and traveled to his chest, causing his heart to race. He slowly turned around as he could hear metal scraping against one another. What followed next would be a moment that will stay in his mind forever.

The air grew thick with crackling energy. A giant explosion flung the metal debris and concrete, implanting them in nearby walls and the ceiling itself. The young villain did his best to dodge most of it as a metal beam whizzed by him and slashed a deep gash into his arm. A scar that would remind of this day he crossed the number one hero. The loud booming sound echoed throughout the warehouse as though a thunderstorm had entered the building. The pressure in the air felt like it would bring him to his knees as the room around him seem to warp from the energy of this ferocious being.

And there she stood. Rage incarnate. A person who was pushed to their final limit. Her skin was completely red as though a deadly disease had spread through her. Her veins sickeningly pulsated as her skin seem to steam and smoke from the immense heat that she was producing. But it wasn't just the heat that he was feeling. As he looked into the beast's eyes, he saw something. As lion would see its prey in the savanna. Now he knew truly what he was feeling from her. Rage. And he was the target.

"It seems you got a bit of a makeover, Twinkles," the villain taunted. His mouth spoke words of cockiness and confidence, but his mind and heart spoke fear. Fear that his life was in the hands of a monster that he provoked. But there was something else that he felt. Not her rage. Not his fear. Something... exciting.

The beast cared not for what he had to say. She cocked her fist back as she punched the air itself, sending a wave of destructive force towards him. The villain knew that there was no point in running now. Even if he did this demon would chase him to the ends the earth just to rip him into pieces.

The force traveled through the warehouse, tearing away at the concrete floor and ceiling. More metal fell from the skies and the bricks in the wall begin flying out of its place, sucking massive air wave of destruction. All the debris, all of the metal, all of her rage- concentrated into one single destructive force. And it was coming for him.

Now he knew what he was feeling. His fear was replaced with new emotions. The first being anger. This foul creature. How dare she? She didn't earn that strength. She didn't earn the title of number one. That was his title! He was supposed to be number one. He was kicked out due to using drugs to boost his performance. She was using a crutch to make her stronger, and she was number one?!

He reared back his ax, lifting it high into the air. If the woman could see in her rage, she would see the face of a man who had lost his mind. His sanity was breaking. No matter how much he had killed. No matter how much he had outsmarted her. The people would always cheer for her! Not for him! That was his glory! His moment! His number one spot! And he was getting it back tonight!

He channeled his quirk through his ax and brought it down to meet the destructive force. His ax met the force head-on, both clashing for dominance. He could hear and feel his left shoulder crack as the force ripped it out of its socket. He put more energy into splitting the air wave in two, reflecting both halves in opposite directions on either side of him. They crashed into opposite walls, shaking the very foundation of the old warehouse, dust and metal falling like ashen snow. The walls crumbled from the sheer force of power.

He knew it wasn't from his power. It was from hers. This made him even angrier. How dare this disgusting creature be stronger than him!? With his good arm, he picked up his ax and walked towards a bent metal beam. His eyes never left the creature. He slammed his left shoulder into the beam, popping his shoulder back in its socket, crying out in pain. His eyes were filled with tears of ecstasy and excitement.

"You know," he said as he looked at the raging beast that stood before him, "I was going to leave. The embarrassment you had suffered was enough to satisfy me. I was going to let you live. But now-." He picked up his ax to his mouth, licking the edge slowly with his tongue. Blood trickled down his mouth as it curled into a maddening grin. His eyes were wide from the excitement of the fight to come. "Now I want to see you bleed. I want your head, Twinkles. And when I am done with you, I will cut off your horn and wear it as a trophy for all your adoring fans to see."

Another plan to leave will present itself later. For now, he wanted to show this dumb animal who she was dealing with. He felt excitement. Joy. Pleasure. He would get the horn of the hero they called a champion. He will be number one again. He will be the victor for all to see. The deadly dance between two demons had truly begun.

The heat from her rage filled the room like a raging inferno that refuse die down. The intensity of her roars echoed through the building, shaking the foundation to its core. Her eyes burned with anger and hate at the man standing in front of her.

And yet, he felt the excitement inside him grow more. Whether the beasts had heard his taunts from earlier was important to him. He wanted her to know how much of a despicable creature she was. How much she relied on her quirk to do so much for her. How much danger she was in from his unbridled rage.

She reared her head back and gave a mighty roar. Her foot slammed into the ground, the concrete crumbling beneath her might. The shockwave shook the entire warehouse, threatening to collapse from her titanic might. “SHRRRUUUTTT! GRRUUUUPPPP!” was all the raging beast could manage towards her opponent.

She raised her fists above her head and with a mighty blow, brought it down upon the pavement. The force from her blow made it shattered as though it was made of glass. He put his hand to his ear as though he didn't hear, taunting the woman further.  “What’s that, Twinkles?” the man asked with a maddening grin on his face. “You want me to ‘shut up’? Why don’t you come and make-?”

The man did not get to finish his sentence. She had brought her fists down again. Only this time she had created a giant crater, the concrete bending to the will of her might. It was all he could do to keep his balance as her blow shook the warehouse to its very core, a look of uttered surprise plastered on his face. With this, she launched towards her opponent. Her speed and might was frightening, as though a red comet coming to decimate its target and wipe out all life that remained in the warehouse.

He felt the impact of something heavy against his ribs. The sound of cracked ribs and his scream of pain echoed through the warehouse mixed with a roar from the beast. The hero had charged forward and tackled him with the might of a giant. When did she get so close? Where was all this strength coming from?

The man didn’t have enough time to react as he felt the muscular arms wrap around his torso. He was trying to activate his quirk, hoping to “bounce” her away from him. But the force alone made him lose focus. He couldn’t concentrate as the brute slammed him into the wall, creating a giant crater within the metal walls. The force from the impact sent tremors through the warehouse and giant cracks through the walls. Glass shattered from the windows above, raining shards that cut against his skin. The warehouse couldn’t handle this punishment.

He was held there by the demon. A moment of silence that felt like an eternity. His head hung low as though he was unconscious. Blood dripped from his face onto the pavement. All they could be heard was the ragged breathing of the beast. Was it over?

“That’s all you got, Twinkles?” The man slowly raised his head, staring the beast in her glowing eyes. His eyes were wide with madness and anger. His face was bleeding from the glass that fell from the impact, giving an unsettling look. He coughed up even more blood, some landing on the monster’s face, sizzling from the heat of her skin. “Do you think that’s going to kill me?”

He gave an evil smile. The man with the axe was just getting started.  The intense pain that he felt excited him more.  He didn't want this dance to end.  This beast wasn’t going to have the last laugh. How dare she show off in front of him? How dare she show that she was greater than him? The voice of reason was gone and replaced with a whisper of hate and malice. This brute was not his equal! She wasn’t even on his level!

How hard did he have to work to reach this point? And she just does it with ease. It was cause she had a crutch. But his power was not a crutch. His power was not a quirk. He was not on the same tier as these neanderthals. He was above them. He was better than them. He was a god. And the beast before him refuses to bow to her master. Maybe if he slew the demon, she would know that he was a god. Yes! That was it! She would know. They all would know.

His axe was lodged in the rubble behind the beast. He knew she would not let go of him. That’s fine. He would make her let go of him. “Such a bad dog,” he taunted madly, as he raised his hand into the air. He channeled his quirk through the palm of his hand. “A dog should know its place.”

He brought his hand across her face for a powerful slap. If it hits, the power of his quirk would repel her to his left, sending her flying into the wall followed by the sound of crunching metal and concrete from the impact.

He knew somewhere in the crevices of his mind that the slap wasn't going to work. He knew deep in his mind he would never get her horn. He knew that this beast would chase him to the ends of the Earth if she could. Unfortunately, there was a moment where his insanity took over. He wanted to prove the world he was the greatest. But the slam against the wall made him come back to reality. Made him remember what he was supposed to do. He was bored with this game. And his body couldn't take anymore.

He was hoping the slap would be enough to infuriate her. He needed her to let go so he could his plan into action. Through his anger and insanity, there still was an athlete buried deep within. And good athletes make plans in advance. They make game-changing plans that make others be amazed. But they had to endure through the pain. Taunt the enemy. Sacrifice things. It was a shame he would have to let the warehouse go.

She finally let go and with amazing speed grabbed his shirt by the chest. She pulled him out of indented metal wall and lifted him high above her head. He knew the next thing he would see would be the hard cold concrete meeting his face. But he got what he wanted. And if he did this right, he would walk away from this with just a couple bruises and broken bone. Most importantly, he would walk away with her pride.

As she brought him down to meet the hard pavement, he quickly put up his hand to activate his quirk to "reflect" the air. He wasn't aiming to hurt the creature. She could do that to herself. He was aiming to get away, and she gave him the perfect opportunity. He used the force of his quirk and the power of his swing to push himself away from her, skidding across the pavement. A ripped shirt and a couple of skid marks would be his testament of how he outsmarted this beast. And that itself would prove his godhood.

He corrected his path with a twist in the air and landed on his feet, skidding across the pavement towards his axe. At the same time, the beast had brought her fist down against the spot he would have been at if he would have accepted his fate. She had created a huge crater, kicking a huge cloud of dust and rubble through the warehouse. He shielded his eyes from the chaos, grinning from ear to ear.

When the dust had finally settled, she was standing there, a crater-sized hole with huge pieces of rubble next to it. Was she angry? Good. Was he having fun? He had seen better days. But he had other things to do. And he knew she wasn't going to let him leave. Time to put his plan into motion.

"Hey Twinkles," he said in a sing-song tone. "I think you miss there. Had I let you do to me what you did to the floor, I would have been a goner." He walked casually over to one of the metal beams and leaned against it, grinning like a kid who was in candy store. "Tell you what, red and ugly. Let's play a new game. I am a magnificent matador. And you're the ugly, smelly bull. Let's see who would win."

Of course, he had no intention of fighting this woman. Not anymore. She was too strong for that. But why not embarrass her just a little further? Plus, she would help his getaway be that much more successful. All he needed to do was bring the warehouse down while he slipped into his newly acquired convertible. And she was going to help him do just that. He waited at the metal beam, twirling his axe with a smile. "Are you game, Twinkles?"