𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 - 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚x𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 MHA

⥎⥐⥒𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏⥓⥐⥎

丨-Chapter Forty Seven ▬ The Skirmish at Gate 66 -丨

ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪ-ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ

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ʚ▬▬ι═ ═══ﺤ I-Island - Gate 66, Cargo port ─ │

┆--3RD Person POV--┆

Tsukauchi's whereabouts lingered at Toshinori like a thorn under his skin. The further they pressed on, the more it tightened in his chest. The promise of backup waiting on the mainland offered little comfort, not when he was certain his old friend had fallen into the security's corrupt hands. Aizawa losing an eye had already proven they weren't pulling any punches.

Still, the group pushed forward, navigating the neglected pipe-riddled underbelly of I-Island with a speed only possible thanks to your insider knowledge. You had followed Wolfram's entrance route, but now you were retracing it in reverse, determined to use the villain's own infiltration method as your escape.

"And you're sure we won't trigger any security measures?" The engine hero couldn't help but request another reassurance, as if anticipating some sort of betrayal. It hurt. Actually, not really. But it was annoying having to steady his trust, warranted or not. 

You floated forward like a leaf in the breeze, your gaze snapped to him long enough to serve as a warning, "Positive. It's all torn out or hacked out, goggles made sure of it."

"Goggles?" Sero parroted in question.

You internally groaned, questions always lead to more questions... "One of Wolframs henchmen. The tech-savvy one, look, just trust me and stop whining." 

Midoriya jogged beside you and matched your side, panting lightly but keeping pace. He threw a glance back toward Melissa over his shoulder. "If we're still being hunted, then we could use more intel. Melissa, do you know anything about Aracely's quirk?"

Melissa forces a smile and slows to a halt, swatting some blonde hair from her eyes in the process. "Believe it or not, today was the first time I ever saw her in action. Laser eyes, flight, metal bindings, it's hard to tell what's tech and what's a quirk. But her combat style is like fighting a weapons cache with a personality. Uncle Might, how hard was that hit you managed to land on her?"

All Might grunted, rolling his steaming shoulder with a painful click. "A full-force Detroit Smash. One intended to keep her down. I blew her back, but I didn't manage to get a glimpse of the recoil..."

"So she's got multiple quirks? Kinda like Todoroki?" Kaminari asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Does anyone have any good news whatsoever?"

"Or she's heavily modified herself to imitate multiple quirks," Eraser added darkly, recalling vividly the mechanical nightmare of Aracely's fingertips peeling open into smaller monstrous metal appendages, the very ones responsible for his injury. "Either way, we can't approach her as a conventional opponent. She's dangerous, unpredictable, and most importantly, she can also nullify quirks, so don't engage."

The group slowed as they reached a wider corridor lined with rusted metal sheets for walls. The hum of distant waves crashing was muffled, but it wasn't the sound that made everyone halt; it was the destruction that lay before them.