U.A's secret Villain

Surebu vs Snipe

Every member of the U.A staff found themselves out on the field with one thing on their minds. What was this girl was really capable of?

Looking at her, all anyone could see was a very emotional fifteen year old girl in their male students uniform. It was hard to think of her as dangerous in any way, but here they were. Time to assess the skills this girl talked about.

Aizawa stepped forwards with Surebu, once again attached to his shirt and tailing behind. He didn't know what Nezu was planning to do to test her, but he would be there for her.

Catching on to the fact no one knew his plan, Nezu cleared his throat. "What kind of fighting do you do best in Surebu?" He asked catching the girls attention. She let go of Aizawa and wondered to be in front of Nezu. Silence was all that seemed to be present as everyone watched her kneel down to be anywhere near the same level as Nezu. Seeing this Hazashi had trouble holding in laughter. She knew Nezu was smaller than others, and she commented on it without saying a word, and a smile on her face.

Once she'd finally found a comfortable way to sit on the ground, she began to explain. "My quirk doesn't improve my physical ability like others. Only my mental ability. In a fight for me I can only do close range attacks in hand on hand combat. Though I might be able to use a gun if given the chance," she added the last bit as a side note, smile widening as she went. Some of the staff members looked at Aizawa. He was the best they had in close range hand to hand combat.

"She's better," he mumbled noticing the looks he was getting. Some wore looks of amazement at this, others were shocked beyond belief, but the look that seemed to appear most, that look was fear. If she really was better then Aizawa at his own game, then how would they assess her ability?

"It's decided then," Nezu announced to those around him. Once again he had everyone's attention. "I want you to go up against Sniper in a one on one," suddenly Aizawa felt the need to step in. Slowly he walked over and grabbed the girl by the shoulder of her shirt and pulled her off the ground.

"You're getting your uniform dirty," he mumbled pulling on her shirt a bit to get her away from the rat.

"Is that really the best match up for her Nezu?" Midnight stepped in. Her question received a thankfully nod from Aizawa. He was glade someone was thinking clearly right now. Nezu on the other hand wasn't convinced.

"It's a perfect match up. Snipe is a long range fighter that takes out his enemy's before they can get close. If she can beat him, she really is as good as I've been told," Nezu explained his answer. Hearing this, Surebu's face lit up as she pulled away from Aizawa's hold on her shoulder.

"Wait! Snipe is a shooter?" She asked exited. At this Sniper stepped forwards holding a gun in each hand. Seeing this Surebu gave off a squeal. "It's been so long since I fought someone like you. I can't wait!" She began to jump up and down on the spot.

At this point Aizawa had enough. He quietly walked over to stand next to the young girl. "This is hardly fair," he announced. At the sound of Aizawa's voice, Surebu's ears twitched and her head angled towards him slightly. Aizawa took note of this. It didn't matter who was talking to her, or what was going on around her, he still managed to grab her full attention with only his voice.

"What do you suggest we do to even the odds?" Cementoss asked crossing his arms. At this stage point Aizawa noticed that both Midnight and Cementoss weren't to find of this match up either. A small, barely noticeable smile appeared on Aizawa's face as he leaned closer to Surebu.

"Do you remember our fight in the alleyway?" He asked her. She turned around with a big smile on her face.
"How could I ever forget?!" She shouted out making Aizawa's smile grow the tiniest bit.

"What was your weapon of choice that night?" He asked another question. Surebu's smile dulled as she though that over.

"Just a knife. Nothing special," she mumbled feeling a bit depleted. Handling a knife in a fight with guns didn't seem so flashy to her, but she'd be great full to be back in her comfort zone if she was being honest. Just as that thought went through her head, the shine of a silver blade made it to her range of vision. She looked to Aizawa's hand and saw her knife. The one she used the night they met.

It wasn't much really. A pocket knife. Actually it was big for a pocket knife. The blade was five fingers long and the usual hight of a pocket knife was three, at most. The handle was Surebu's little touch. It was made out of a neutral brown wood, but was covered with a black leather to make it easier to hide in the dark.

Suddenly tears came to the corners of her eyes. "My knife?" She asked raising her hand to grab it, but became hesitant and put her hand back down.

"No blood wounds. Just like our fight," Aizawa ordered before grabbing her left hand and placing the knife there. "And I want this back when you're done kicking his ass," Surebu looked Aizawa in the eyes with her smile taking over her features. Before anyone could stop her, she had her arms wrapped around the dark haired male.

"I promise I'll be good," she stated just before letting go and walking over to Snipe. "Is this okay?" She asked holding the knife out to him. "If not take it from me and I'll fight without it," her face was serious and cold. She was really giving Snipe the option here.

"I won't shoot anything that can't be healed. You don't cut me, agreed?" Snipe commented eyeing the knife. Surebu gave off a chuckle. Snipes attention was instantly drawn up to Surebu's face, but it wasn't the face of an innocent little girl anymore. It was the face she used the night she fought Aizawa. The face of a killer.

"Agreed," was the last thing she said to him.

It was at this point Snipe knew he should've taken that knife. The moment he stood in front of her, face to face, waiting to be told to begin the fight. A sad fact that came into being was that a few students wanted to use the field to train this afternoon, but this fight was too good to miss. Now the two had an audience. He looked over the crowd and pin pointed a few familiar faces. Kids from all years had gathered. Even one of the members of class 1-A. Kirishima he believed the name was.

"Start," Nezu announced. Snipe pulled out his guns and pointed them at Surebu... Or where she was five seconds ago. Snipe lowered his guns and looked around, but didn't know where she was. Not until he felt pain in his back. Surebu had snuck up behind him and delivered a hard kick to nock him over.

Snipe turned around and held up his guns, but no one was there. He sat up fast and looked for her on all angles. He didn't even know she was directly behind him, out of his range of vision.

She held the knife up in her left hand so that the blade wasn't even out anymore and jabbed it into Snipes back, just under his right shoulder. Snipe reacted instantly with a scream of pain as he jolted away. This time though, Surebu let him catch her. He held up his left gun, but the other hand wasn't responding.

"What the!?" Snipe yelled looking at his now useless arm. He looked back at Surebu who was playing with the knife in her hand, spinning it that way and this way. Snipe eyed the blade as she handled it.

"The human body really is amazing. So many little points and buttons I can push. Each one has its own little reason and reaction. I just happen to have memorised each one years ago," Surebu told without taking her eyes off the knife. "The body numbing ones are my favourite to play with," she added as a side note.

Off to the side, Aizawa came to a horrible realisation. She was going easy on him that night. She was playing with Snipe, but that night. She wanted to be caught. She tried, but that was just to make it believable. She wasn't really fighting then.

Once Aizawa realised this he saw Surebu charge toward Snipe. The now one armed gun holder shot for the first time this fight, but somehow missed. He was beginning to see double of the girl and began to shoot randomly as he panicked.

Surebu managed to get right in front of him. Quickly, she grabbed each of his shoulders and pulled her body up to knee him in the face. Snipes body fell with a loud thud. He didn't move to get up, she won, that was clear.