The Dragon's Bounty (Niso|Jack)

Jack stopped immediately as he would suddenly hear a quick snap from further ahead. Jack's eyes and horns turned a bright golden hue, and he let out a deep sigh, knowing that he was either about to be attacked or mugged. Or, at the least, attempted to. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he would simply wait for the person to show themselves. "Alllllright let's get this over with..." he muttered, aware that he was being tailed anyways. It would be a wonder if he hadn't been at some point - Jack was just usually quick about it before anyone could catch up. At least this guy was smart about it.

A man stepped out from the corner, looking to be about Jack's age. In comparison, Jack would look a few years younger than him, which may or may not serve to his advantage. The man was rather blunt about the matter, showing him the Sports Festival picture and asking if he was Sirius. Like the guy needed permission to attack, or something. Seriously...? Jack knew it was going to happen sooner or later - he just wished that it wasn't during the time he was grabbing dinner.

"Make that 20 or so, love," he said into his phone, before deciding that he was going to mess with the guy a bit. He put his phone away, and leaned forward a bit as if he was inspecting the photo. In comparison to the photo, Jack's hair had actually grown out a fair amount since the Fest, and, of course, he didn't have his horns or his chest gem yet, both of which were in plain view for the world to see. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, setting his food down to the side for a moment.

"Hmmmmm...nope, can't say that I am. Kid looks a good amount different from me, I'd say. You blind or something?" he asked, crossing his arms again. "What, you looking for a kid because of that dumb bounty nonsense? And here I thought some crooks had more class than that," he said, cackling to himself. "Then again, I guess that's why they're crooks." 

With that, he would put his hand on his hip and looked at the man, looking rather impatient. "Now, do ya mind? I actually have places to be. I don't really have the time for this," he said flatly, looking bored already at this conversation. Of course, Jack was already more than tense at this point. He knew that he was in for a fight, so he knew that at the least the moment he attacked, Jack was going to make a bolt for it. No point in sticking around for a fight, at least if he could avoid it. He was already subtly making an escape route, noting every object in the area that could be used. Worst case, go tiny dragon and hide away. Couldn't be too hard, right?

Jack's grin widened as he saw that his little quips were already getting to the guy. Good, get angry. Just makes you act more hastily, he thought, already feeling like, whether this guy was strong or not, he already had a small victory. He remained calm, his breathing steady, his heart rate regular. He knew well how to compose himself for situations like this, just as he was taught. Especially if it included getting under a dumbass' skin. 

He grinned even wider with his sharp teeth as the crook would take a deep, angry breath, letting his Quirk activate. His fingers suddenly turned into large, jagged claws. Jack didn't really look all that impressed at the sight of it, really. He's seen a lot better Quirks in his day - hell, he himself literally changed animal type when he transformed. It wasn't the strangest thing he's seen by any means. The crook would start towards him, Jack replying simply with a sigh. "Well, can't say I didn't try," he said flatly, as the crook would dash at him, his speed less than spectacular.

Jack replied instantly, grabbing his bags of food, spreading his wings and launching himself up at top speed as the guy would try to nab him with a rather odd technique. While Jack was fast, though, the guy was nibble, and would manage to snag the very tip of Jack's tail. The dragon boy snarled in annoyance, replying quickly with a full powered plasma ball to the face, to particularly caring much about the damage done in this case. 

If successful, Jack would promptly land himself on the edge of the building next to him. He would sigh in annoyance, glaring daggers at the crook. "Does it make any sort of difference that I'm sorry for whoever it is you're trying to help? Trying to kidnap a student isn't exactly the ticket to something like that, bud. 'Specially if I'm only a cash reward, perro estúpido," he said curtly, watching how the guy was going to move. If he could grow wings, Jack may actually be in somewhat trouble. If he could really move in the air at all, for that matter. Nonetheless, Jack would be quick to start flying off towards U.A., where he knew that he would most likely be safest from all of this rabble. If he wasn't successful in dodging, though...well, this was going to be fun.

Jack growled lightly as the crook would dodge the plasma ball relatively easily. Sure, it was relatively half-baked and didn't require too much of Jack's power, but it was still annoying nonetheless. However, he was starting to get a read on this guy, even as he would begin to climb up, again at a slower pace. The guy was tenacious, even if it seemed like Jack was too quick to catch. A light worried feeling would fill Jack, knowing that these were the type of villains that were most dangerous. Nonetheless, he kept his wits about him. 

"Mate, some of those other people are stronger than me. If you can barely even keep up with me at that snail speed, you hardly stand much of a chance," he replied, once again jumping up and flying up a good few meters above the villain, crossing his arms at him again. "Seriously, can I just go? I've dealt with enough crap at this point to even give a remote damn about whatever your little shtick is." He gritted his teeth a little bit at the situation. He was moreso anxious about the earful he was about to get from his teachers, much less Meara, who was sure to start freaking out and making sure that he was ok. His heart already ached a little bit to see her again, after how long they had spent apart due to HER kidnapping...

Oh, god, if he reacted poorly to her's, how would she react to HIS? All the more reason that he needed to cut this short before it got out of hand, he decided. His horns changed into a bright crimson hue, Jack preparing to fire off another stronger and faster shot if he needed to. He would let this one build up, his chest gem pulsating and sparking with plasma like lightning. 

The villain would make another jump for him, actually managing to grip him for a moment. Jack made sure to harden up his leg, so his grip didn't really hurt him much, if at all. He didn't even pierce his scales, though Jack decided to humor him a little bit, to hope see how pointless this fight was. He was nimble, sure, but if he could barely even hurt him or match him in speed, then what was the point? He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning a little bit at the rather lame pun the villain pulled on him. "God, that was the lamest thing I've ever had the displeasure of hearing," he replied, looking more annoyed than terrified. Not many things scared him nowadays, especially if he was in fight or flight mode. This honestly pathetic excuse of a kidnapping attempt was hardly what he would consider scary.

"Seriously, Freddy Kruger, I've got places I need to be too. I don't care whatever your deal is, this ain't the solution. You can be fucking Ishtar herself or Thunder for all I care. Even if you do, what exactly do you think will happen at U.A.? Red Horn or any of the other teachers will just hunt you down and tear you apart for the info. You're just a weak and pathetic as the rest of them," he said flatly, using the pure strength in his tail to smack the villain's hand away and beginning flying off again, kicking up the speed a notch. Of course, he already knew this wasn't the end of it...it almost never was.

Jack growled in annoyance as the freak of nature refused to let go of his leg. He could hear and feel the bones breaking, the muscles contorting. A feeling that had been rising up inside of the dragon boy since the attacker approached him began to expand more and more, his stomach starting to feel uneasy as the sight of him. He may have put on a calm exterior before, but at this point he was relatively good at putting on masks to hide his true feelings. A light taste of bile formed in the back of his throat, but he didn't react much...yet.

The villain would slowly begin to creep up Jack's body, stating how he was someone who got his hands dirty. Jack grimaced a little at that, as it more just told him that he wasn't someone who was likely to give up so easily. Jack still slowly charged up the plasma inside of him, knowing that he would likely want as much power as he could muster to get away from this guy. Just a few more minutes...!

As the villain got up to his face, Jack stopped moving, knowing that there wasn't much point at the moment. His face contorted into a general snarl as the villain would taunt him more. His face the betrayed a look of horror as he got a front full view of his face morphing into something else. The bile in his throat built up more and more as his face would turn into a splitting image of Jack's, though with supposedly scarier features. Jack started to realize the horror in what was going on, and fear began to fill his face...



Before being replaced by pure, raw anger. 

As the villain would continue to threaten and taunt, it would become evident that Jack was starting to become larger. Even as they would start barreling down, Jack's own features would begin to morph, becoming more and more draconic by the microsecond. The thought of this bastard even thinking about going after his friends and, most importantly, Meara AGAIN brought out a rage in Jack that he hadn't felt in years - not since he was 4, when his Quirk developed for the first time. It was an unrivaled inferno of anger, that even a firefighter team would have trouble putting out.

He would crash down onto the villain, letting out a roar of anger right in his face as he would begin to slash and pound down on the villain with all of his might. He knew that his threat was still miniscule, as anyone with proper enhanced sense would sniff him out in no time at all, but the mere thought that he would attempt that brought out the dragon in Jack in full frontal force. Very literally. "LEAVE THEM OUT OF THIS, YOU BASTARD!!!!" he roared, pounding down more and more on the villain with all of his might, making sure to keep him in place with his tail. He still had the sense to build up the blast in his chest, and to also yell. "PEOPLE, GET OUT OF HERE AND GO GRAB A HERO!!"

He at the least knew that a Pro would be more able to help him that anyone else at the moment. He just needed to hold out and pummel this bastard himself until they get here...!

The people around the area were more than confused by the scene that was suddenly before them. They knew Jack well enough by this point, and they knew what kind of person he was. To suddenly have such a sweet boy go into such a battle out of the blue...it was shocking, to say the least. At the very least, as Jack called for them to grab a hero, they understood the message, some even rushing to U.A. itself to grab their attention.

However...unknown to all of them, they would be too late.

Jack was at the least thankful that they listened to his plea, and quickly refocused all of his attention and rage onto the villain beneath the massive frame of the dragon. He punched and slashed, beating the villain into a bloody pulp. He snarled as he noticed that, while he was very much doing damage, he was healing just as quickly. Through the haze of his anger, Jack realized what he was going up against: a tank, purely focused on durability and stamina. While Jack had plenty of power under his belt, he was no fool. This wasn't a fight he could win currently, not with how much the stamina gap seemed to be as Jack started to pant a little bit.

Nonetheless, he continued to pummel the villain with all of his might. Jack snarled a little bit as he mentioned him being held back - it wasn't exactly a hard thing to figure out by any means, but it bugged Jack a little that the gross villain had done his research. But, the more the villain taunted him, a brief clarity came to Jack's mind as he mentioned being the one to traumatize Feng...and take Tsuji's arm. He knew EXACTLY who this was now. And he didn't like it one bit.

He gagged just a little bit as the villain would very disgustingly make his way out from under Jack, and attempt to kick him in the jaw. It didn't hurt in the slightest, really - either the villain was holding back a metric load, or he didn't have the power to back up his Quirk. He wasn't made to do damage - only endure and capture. Jack quickly batted him away with his tail, jumping back a little to gain some distance. He would eye the villain warily, his senses coming back to him, though the anger he felt was massive.

He thought back to all that he had said, and started to suddenly revert back to his normal form. Though he didn't do much damage, his clothes did seem quite torn up in places. He took a deep breath, though he still seemed to be charging one final blast as his chest and horns still sparkled more and more with energy. "You...you're Pinocchio, aren't you? The #5 Villain," he asked, still standing firm, his eyes narrowing at the villain.

He already knew this fight was lost, as he felt his energy dipping. If he could just buy himself just a little bit more time for a hero to arrive, then it would all be fine. Hold him off just a little bit longer... "...I apologize for my earlier statements. I see now you're not exactly a lowly crook," he commented, the glow in his chest growing ever brighter. "However...it was by my own choice that I held myself back. I made the choice of getting the training I desperately needed, as I joined late when I first arrived. I don't regret that decision one bit. However...it looks like I still have a ways to go," he continued, eyeing down the villain as he would start towards him slowly. Just one shot...all or nothing. Even if he lost, his pride still willed him to move forward.

"I know you people aren't exactly keen on promises, but at the least promise me, if...when I lose, leave U.A...leave my friends alone. They've done nothing, your goals be damned. That being said..." He took a final stance, his blast being charged enough. It held all of the power he had left, and he knew that he had to make good use of it. 

"...I am Dragon King Sirius! If I may lose, it will be with my pride intact!" he exclaimed, a plasma ball forming in his mouth. Meara...I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry...If Ishtar lets me live, I'll be with you again soon, mi amor...I promise you, my willpower will remain strong! he thought regretfully, feeling terrible about all that had transpired over the last few months. All he wanted now as to do his best in life and comfort his love with all that he could give. If he couldn't do that yet...

Then he damn well will give all that he can to strive towards that goal. Pinocchio or Ishtar be damned.

[smear:#4db8ff]"TWILIGHT...CANNON!!!!"[/smear:#f00000:0]

With that, he fired off the biggest laser he had ever mustered up to that point, all of his power being held in this one blast. It soared towards Pinocchio at rapid speeds, and big enough to be unable to dodge easily. He knew that it wasn't likely to work, but at least he had done what he could against a villain as relentless as he. If he survived what was to come, he lightly swore to himself that this would be the villain he would go after personally...along with the bastards who hurt his Meara.

No matter the results of the blast, after the fact Jack would then fall down onto his knees, and then onto his hands. He breathed heavily, cursing himself lightly under his breath. "I'm so sorry...Meara..." he whispered, knowing well what was coming next, unless a miracle decided to happen...

Jack couldn't help but finally throw up a little to the side as he saw what damage his blast had done. The villain's face was like one of those old, cheesy fleshy skeleton props like from that one Mississippi Alex movie. Between that and Jack's overall lack of energy, he finally let loose a good torrent of puke escape as he would collapse. His breath was ragged, and he lightly swore and apologized in his mind, knowing that his Meara was going to go through more unnecessary pain. He gritted his teeth, swearing to himself that one day he WOULD have his wrath fall upon all those who dared try to do this to the couple.

Another, final oath to get stronger after this was all said and done crossed his mind. Though his body was damaged, his will remained as strong as diamond. The odds were not looking kindly in Jack's favor, and the dragon boy knew it well. He had lost...and he was going to pay the price for it. He made a final prayer, both for the strength for the pain that was sure to come, and the safety for his loved ones. He had at the least a final hope on the chance Ishtar truly did just want to talk and offer him a 'wish' like she supposedly did for Meara. What he would request though...remained to be seen.

He would look up, glaring daggers at the still healing villain as he towered above him. He at the least used one final push of his strength to transform into his tiny dragon form, to at the least make it easier for the villain to carry him off without having to drag him. He did, however, spit a well aimed shot at one of Pinocchio's healing spots. "Eat a dick and get this over with, puto. I guess I have a villainess to meet..." he snarled.

With that, he would begin to lose conciousness in one way or the other. As he would would likely be picked up and carted away by the villain, he had one, final thought: the image of Meara grieving over him, not in a dissimilar way as to how he grieved over her. I'm so sorry, mi amor...I'll be with you again soon...[/color] he thought, letting a light tear fall out of his eye as he accepted what was to come.

He just didn't know how strong he would be to face it. Only time will tell, now...