"The city of Angels and the unseen"

Momoko had survived the last match relatively unscathed, aside from the punch from enraged Tsuji. Even the little damage that her gear had gotten was easy to fix. But her ego had certainly gotten a blow from it. She had expected that, with her gear, she could have accomplished... well, more against the hero students. But if this had been her limit in a such an advantageous match...
The small support student slapped her cheeks to get a grip. She was going against another loser, it was very likely that they weren't on the level of Tsuji. Against someone like Jace she might have had a good shot at in a 1-on-1 scenario like this. It was still too early to give up on this.
For one, Yojin was doing very well in the tournament, the last she had checked. And while Momoko felt happy for him, it had made herself feel bad for reasons that she couldn't quite put into words.

Momoko's name was finally announced, finally snapping her out of her idle thoughts. She jumped down from the bench in the waiting room and prepared the RC car once more to take off and make her entrance. She tried her best to force her usual smile, with lacking results. She also didn't try to drive to the arena with madman-like speeds this time. Overall, her entrance was much less bombastic than it had been on round 1, which was somewhat reflective of her own mood at the moment. There was no need to be bombastic: she just had to win.

Her opponent was being much more triumphant it seemed, having boldly taken position right on top of the tall replica statue on the arena. Unlike with Jace the last time, her quirk was much more obvious: wings.
"Great..."
This was going to be a huge uphill if the girl had better mobility than Momoko, which was entirely possible. But the small girl's eyes were still set on winning. She gave her opponent a silent bow before putting on the mask once more. Her speaker-amplified addressed the winged girl as she set the RC car to drive away once more.
"Well then, let's get this over with!"

Surami gave Momoko the praise that she was often after, but it unfortunately fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mood for flattery or speeches about honor, the intro was a step down from the one she had made before and... well, how does one define what is the "best" hero anyway? Her internal digging into every sentence was reaching the territory where everything just devolved into splitting hairs, but the small girl was frankly too annoyed to take note of this.

After a bow and a smirk, her opponent was off. She was late to register something swishing by her sides, feathers almost twice as tall as her. She jumped back on instinct, activating Pressure Bracelets as she did to gain max speed for what she felt was about to come. She could only barely start this action as the kick was already coming her way in a blur, connecting and sending her light body on a clear trajectory right out of the arena. Momoko, in desperation, shot both of her Grappling Needles to her sides based on memory... both of which did reach their targets, two streetlights on the edge of the arena.

It was the maximum length of her gear, otherwise she could have recoiled back using the same momentum. Instead, the sudden whiplash hit her arms. She grit her teeth behind the mask as she could feel that without her strength to pull back at it, and without the suit that made it possible, she might have broken something. The act had left her at the very edge of the arena, barely avoiding a ringout.
The wires would start to wind back to their home as Momoko's body fell to the ground. She seemed to fall in a very relaxed, almost lifeless manner for the small distance between her stopping point and the ground, but as soon as her feet landed she'd spring into action.
"Gonna have to do better than that!"
She was boosting to dash right back towards where she had been kicked, meaning that she was also dashing towards Surami herself.

Surami was as fast as Tsuji, that much was sure. And judging by the softened kick, just as strong. Sukuna MK 1 wasn't meant to handle blows like that yet, and with that speed she couldn't try to avoid them either. Just that one strike had hurt enough to almost bring a tear into her eyes. For better or worse, this would be over quickly. And while her charge might have seemed, for the lack of a better term, suicidal, there was a meaning to it. She needed a weapon to end this fight quickly, no papercuts like it had been with Tsuji. And those feathers of hers could dig into concrete.
All she had to do was survive the (presumed) next attack before she could reach them. She could plan onwards from there.
That's all she had to do.

Surami was still fast enough to land the sweep despite of the jump, but it didn't quite work out how she had planned. Momoko's momentum meant that her body would fumble and roll forwards, causing her to be out of range for the would-be follow-up groundslam. The small girl was quick to scramble up on her feet and continue her mad dash to the feathers. She'd jump over one, grabbing it by the shaft and plucking it out of the ground with one clean motion before turning around to face Surami once more. She confidently pointed her with the feather, holding it like one would a sword.

"Ha! It'll end when I say it ends! C'mon!"
...to be perfectly honest, she didn't have much of a plan from this point on, but she wasn't going to coward out like the last time. And noe she had least had access to some resources.
She grasped the feather, twice her size yet light to hold, as she assumed a stance with it, once again standing in the middle of the feathers. Momoko didn't know much about swordsmanship, so she was merely trying to emulate one that she had seen in a samurai film to keep up the bravado. She'd try to hold her ground this time. Trying to dash in would only give her less time to react, and it really did seem like she needed every second that she could get.

Surami's attitude was starting to seriously get on Momoko's nerves.
"Ha! You got one hit in and you already talk about killing? What do you take me for, a porcelain doll?! Give me your best shot!"
More goading from the small girl, but justified in her opinion. Surami was trying to clearly intimidate her: there was no way that a hero student with two year of experience was going to slip up that badly.

And Surami did start to approach after all, just as Momoko had wanted. She kept her stance for a brief moment before she threw the feather at Sumari with a swift backhand motion. Normally you'd aim for the legs, but in Surami's case her large wings became the more tempting target. Momoko started to grasp for another feather before realizing what Sumari was about to do, albeit too late.

Surami had unfortunately caught onto the fact that Momoko, as one would expect, weighted next to nothing. Despite of her best attempts to stay steady her feet left the ground and her body was blown away.
"Shitshitshit!"
The pillars on this side were at an awkward angle. Aiming for them required a moment that Momoko didn't have. The feather she had thrown was flailing wildly in the air without a clear trajectory, approaching the small girl as a yet another victim of the gust. It seemed that even her planned attack had failed...
"...!"
They say that desperation gives birth to innovation. Momoko caught the feather with her free hand as soon as it entered her reach. The other one was still holding onto the feather she had grasped tightly.

Momoko had very little idea on the actual aerodynamics of flight. Her inelegant wild flailing was more akin to trying to row through the air and would have never worked if it wasn't for the disproportionate difference between her weight and exerted strength. But despite of all of this... for a brief moment, Momoko did fly.
"Uoooooooooooh... gh!"

The physics of her act started to quickly fall apart. She had hurt her arms earlier and was unable to maintain such a reckless method of flight against the ongoing wind. It only took a small falter to send her flying back wildly once more, tumbling on the street outside of bounds. She landed on her side, sliding across the asphalt for a small distance before coming to a halt. Her suit luckily protected her from the friction.

Momoko rolled over to lay down on her back and finally managed to let go of the two feathers. The announcer announced Angel Surami the victor as Momoko mumbled something into her mask's comms and removed it. Those who could see her face would see that she didn't look particularly angry or sad, simply exhausted. Her arms and lungs felt like they were on fire after that last contest of strength. Shortly after, her RC car would return to the scene, seemingly self-driving its way to where Momoko was. She would exit the arena hopefully without saying a word to her opponent.
Should Surami nevertheless approach her, all she would receive from the small girl would be a simple phrase.
"Congratulations... hero."