NOTHING EVER LASTS IN PEACE, thankfully you’d had the opportunity to change before all of this-- goggles pulled up to your eyes, scarf catching wind as you make a B-LINE for the commotion. It’s a DAMNED GOOD THING you were close to the initial impact, though not close enough to save your friend from harm.
A myriad of heroes flooding to the scene, the sight of green flames, feathers, blonde-- you’ll be VITAL in capturing this basta-- are those. . . blue flames? DABI. It would be the League wouldn’t it.
At least a majority of the people had filed out for varying events, leaving enough room for the civilians remaining to be be escorted out safely. But you’re not looking for people, you have a VENDETTA AGAINST A CERTAIN VILLAIN and an itch to deal with it.
