No Loitering, Violators will be Prosecuted [INCIDENT]S[3/3]

Well, this was becoming quite the mess rather quickly. Susumu's attacks were successful, but whatever pressure that was going on stopped the motorcycle from hitting the other two villains. "At least this confirms my suspicions! That pressure feeling is in a radius! A quirk that could be this potentially strong must not be able to put enough pressure on us to actually kill us... There has to be a limit! Good. Good! At least we know they aren't just toying with us." Susumu watched as Ash did exactly what he asked, be a distraction. And very distracting she was! She seemed to have gotten both of the other criminal's attention. Her insulting needed some work, but Susumu could help her iron that out. That wasn't very important though, what was important was that the devil and his pressurized ally were exposed. Susumu needed to take advantage of that.

The only problem was, the bike lover was getting back up and the pressure was getting unbearable! He could barely move! "Dammit! I need to get over to that devil... Come on Susumu... Think of something! You're a resourceful guy!" He started marching towards them, and the bike man started going on about how much trouble he'd be in when he got his motorcycle back in working condition. "Yes, have fun playing mechanic with your tricycle... Darling... JUST SHUT UP A MINUTE!" Susumu's walk slowed to a crawl as the pressure got heavier and heavier on him. "Just need... To get within the two-meter mark... So damn close..." But it felt just too far away. And the two villains were going to hurt Ash, who was only here because Susumu jumped in! Someone else was going to get hurt because of him running in blindly and not just waiting for heroes to get there. Not to mention that Get-Away would have that motorcycle up and running any minute now.

He was starting to lose all hope.

But, even though he lost all hope, his body kept moving. It kept pressing forward, towards Ash and the other villains. Not just that, but a smile grew across his face. Susumu broke out into his best attempt at a sprint, which looked more like a limp power jog. But he was still making good progress. He turned his head back to look at Motorhead, who was getting farther and farther away. Good. And the other villains were getting closer and closer. Really good! "Five meters... Four meters... Three meters..." The Devil, who was now just getting up and firing what looked like a flamethrower at the ground, was just within arms reach. Then the pressure got worse and worse. It felt like Susumu was carrying ten anvils on the top of his head! Any movement was stopped dead in its tracks. That flamethrower that the Devil had seemed to be starting to run out of fuel. "Dammit! I need that! Gotta get there faster... Just gotta get... A little... Closer..." Susumu started to inch forward a little bit, The Devil still seems to be preoccupied with Ashley. His entire upper body was exposed, he was the perfect target for Susumu's super move! He just needed to get a little closer.

The thing that pushed him over the edge was Tyrant winding up to sock Ashley in the jaw. He had only known the unfashionable girl for a small amount of time, but he already considered her a good friend. The situation had also reminded him of his mother. No hero had arrived to help her, and no hero was arriving to help them. They were practically helpless. Except for Susumu's quirk. If he went all out, it could be good enough to turn the tide of this fight. This time for real! This compelled Susumu to work past the pressure, straining his entire body to its limit to make it take a few more steps. "YES!" Susumu screamed out loud as he was certain he crossed the 2-meter mark.


Susumu pointed the tips of his finger right at The Devil's back. It was just then that Susumu realized how intimidating the man actually was. He towered over Susumu, and looked like a demon straight out of fairy tales! That didn't stop him though. He was past the point of no return.

As Susumu's string's shot out of his fingertips, sticking into Devil's back and arms, even more much tinier strings shot out of his forearms. The ones that shot out of his forearms were countless and rather tiny. By the time each of them stuck, his entire back was dotted with strings, each one leaving a slight stinging pain. "Alright... Gotta... be... QUICK!" For about three or so seconds, Susumu had complete control of Devil's limbs.

His first move was to swing a punch using Devil's fist right into the back of Tyrant's head. He'd probably not be expecting it, so hopefully, that'd be enough to stun him for the time being. Then, as the flamethrower began to run out of fuel, he turned it onto Get-Away! With all of that gas he just drank still in his system, he was sure this was going to put the guy in the hospital for a while! If it hit of course. Susumu's arms began to convulse and an intense pain ripped through them. Intense drowsiness was starting to overcome him. "Just... One more... Thing... Have a nice nap darling." Susumu uses the last of his strength to make Devil slam his head into the pavement ground. If he was lucky enough for his control to not run out by then, that might be enough to knock the guy out. Susumu's strings retracted and he stumbled back. His arms became almost completely numb from the pain that rattled through them. Susumu would then fall backward, being held down even more by the pressure. His consciousness would start to fade. "Well... This isn't a very stylish way for me to drop from the fight. I knew I should've waited for me to regain some stamina... Oh well, Ashley will be fine. Someone will come. Someone has to come... Please..." There was nothing but desperation in Susumu's voice as he spoke to himself. As his head fell back and he looked to the sky, he was sure he saw someone on the roof. His eyes widened for a moment but quickly closed. He hadn't passed out yet, but he was fading quickly.



Susumu has used his Super Move, FULL CONTROL!

In all the chaos, it seemed that maybe the villains weren't the only ones with tricks up their sleeves. Shouting and explosions abound, Bruce's eyes narrowed, focusing on the chaos caused by Sato and his strange quirk. If things went the way he intended, it looked like that demon was about to become a living marionette.

Maybe this was his chance. To scoop the students out of the scuffle while the aftermath played out. His chains were sturdy, sure, but he was pretty sure he could only carry one of the two kids out without falling into the fray himself. Who would be his target?

Sato fell to the ground with a thud, and Bruce acted without thinking.

His hands disconnected, and the large chain between his wrists retraced. From each palm, his usual size chains ejected at breakneck speeds, chafing skin as they sped through his limbs. Fat drained from his cheeks first, and shortly after his "moobs" would vanish as well. his tubby tummy falling away soon after.

From above, the sound of chains clanking would pierce the battle cries of the quintet below. Those who looked up would see a suave boy in UA sweats, blonde mullet flowing majestically in the wind.

One foot planted firmly on the side of the wall, Bruce aimed to coil a huge collection of chain around Sato's midsection, lifting him up into the air and safely on the back end of the roof. His other hand didn't reach out for Ash, however. Instead, it thwipped through the sky, aiming to coil around a nearby fire extinguisher and launch it haphazardly toward the villains. Hopefully it'd hit one of the three of them, and rattle the concentration of anyone who was readying to stop the sudden arrival of the chained wonder.

"You snot-nosed brats," Bruce quipped, his voice emboldened and intimidating. "It's time for you to get the hell out of here! Let the real pros do the fighting!"

Of course, he was no pro either, but maybe his entrance was just bold enough to throw the goons off.

By this time, both pairs of chains would be free of items, meaning he could offer Ash a helping hand too. With a quick motion, the pair of chains slithered across the sky, offering themselves to the chimera like a pair of helping hands. If she grabbed on, she'd be freed of her earthly bonds and tugged across the sky, where she too would be safely deposited atop the convenience store.

There was no way everything would go off without a hitch, though. If he didn't miss Sato, he'd most certainly screw up saving Ash. If not either of them, then maybe one of the villains would get the drop on him. Whatever the case, this plan was doomed to fail at least partly, but as long as he could save someone, then it'd be worth it.

If he made it far enough to save both kids, he'd pull his chains back to him, allowing them to wrap around his neck to form a scarf of sorts. It'd be far more useful to retract them into his wrists, but the returning fat would lose some of the intimidation factor he might have garnered.

Hands on his hips, he'd give the trio of villains a sly wink, before turning to the street ahead of them. "Hear that? Doom is on its way."

From the distance, a trio of police vehicles raced down the street, sirens blaring. They wouldn't get here fast enough to catch any villains, and they certainly wouldn't be useful enough to actually help him and his fellow kids, but the threat of getting locked up was hopefully incentive enough to spook at least one of the three baddies below.

"Hey kid," he'd say to Ash if she'd made it to the roof, side-eyeing her as he did. "You can still walk, right? I can't carry two twerps out of here, unless of course you want all three of us to show up in tomorrow's obit."

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his attention returned to the crooks. This was about to get intense.

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The Devil was maniacally laughing in great pleasure as his flamethrower continued to stream. Before he was even able to grab his guitar, he would feel a slight prick on his back and wings. A small needle had been launched into each area, and the behemoth would soon find himself experiencing numbness across his body. Whatever this kid's quirk was, it was crazy. Apparently the needles were attached to some sort of thread, like Satan himself was some kind of puppet. The demonic man would feel twitching across his body, as an arm raised one it's own accord! Knowing this must be some kind of mind control or at least limb control, he would shout: "Watch out!" as he would hop towards Tyrant with a right hook! "I'm not in control!" 

Furious by the unpredictability of his own actions, the Devil would flap his wing slightly. It wasn't enough to regain control, as his muscles seemed to be on the fritz, but it assured him this was breakable. The next command he was given wouldn't be an easy one to avoid, as his left arm was being forced towards the motorcycle guy! If he could resist for just a second longer, the flamethrower would run out of juice, but he might not be able to make it. "Motor-man, Dodge!" he would shout as the stream of flames would change directions!

Lastly, the Devil would find himself plummeting his head into the concrete ground! As much as he would have liked to resist, it was too late! A large crashing sound would be heard, and dust from the ground would blow up around the devil's head. It was a pretty good shot, in fact a damn good shot. There was just one, tiny miscalculation. The string user had forgotten about the Devil's horns!

The brute of a man would lift his head off the ground, and have a splitting head ache. He was very close to being knocked out, but would instead find part of his left horn broken on the ground! "My-My HORN! YOU BRATS DARE DISRESPECT THE DEVIL!? Grrrrr..."

Covering his horn with one hand, and would stand up. Now with his evil gaze fixed on a link of chains that had miraculously appeared out of now where! Now things were starting to get serious. The devil would walk over to his guitar and pick it up. Fishing through his picket for a moment, he would find a small flask of oil. "I'll show you damn kids how real villians fight!" 

Bruce pursed his lips, lowering his stance a bit to whisper aloud to Ash. ”A weight-enhancing Quirk? Crap. Makes escape a bit more dangerous, then.”

Bruce’s hands were tied. If he tried bolting, the pressure villain might pull off some crazy stunt and hospitalize all three of them, but if they stuck around, the demon dude might finish whatever scheme he had bubbling up from his rage-filled rant.

Trying to keep up the facade, Bruce smirked at Tyrant, who suddenly opted to start buying time. Maybe his effective range was low. If that were the case, Bruce would have the upper hand. Range was his specialty, but he wasn’t sure how the weight enhancement would affect his chains.

”Suppose you could say that. You might know me better if you’d been around New York the past few months. The Chain Gang and I have saved more people than you’ve harmed.”

What a corny name. Chain Gang? Couldn’t he think of something better? What the hell did that mean, anyway? Who names their agency after their own quirk? His smile cracked a bit.

Rolling his neck, he turned to Ash, and nodded. ”Time to move, kids. Go!”

As the blare of sirens doubled in volume, Bruce decided to act. Wrapping his chains around Sato, he flung the boy backwards through the air, sending him soaring two or three buildings away. If Ash didn’t get the hint and try to catch him, then Sato would land painfully in a dumpster a block away... Hopefully. It would hurt, sure, but some bruises from trash was better than death by charring.

”Special Technique: Merry-Go-Round!!”

The chains still wrapped around Bruce’s neck unfurled, spinning in a rapid-fire circle like an industrial fan. The idea was to act as a shield and reflector against incoming projectiles from the villains below, but seeing as this was a ramshackle idea formed in the matter of roughly thirty seconds, it probably wouldn’t be wholly effective.

As the chains spun, Bruce’s breath shortened. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer...

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Attempting to force Sato to exit, as well as suggesting Ashley do the same.

The Devil was furious at the retreating kids, and just had to get his revenge on them! They had broken his horn, but they managed to stand their ground. One of the kids would even use his quirk to make some sort of chain shield. It was an impressive ability, but looked more like a spinning target to the massive devil. He decided to launch one final attack before they made their escape. The devil would toss the flask of oil at the spinning chains! This would likely result in the chains being coated in oil, in which the man would then proceed to fling one final fire ball! "Take that ya wannabe hero scum!"

After that, it would be time to leave. If Tyrant thought he would be able to handle the cops alone, they could go out for bagels some other time. "Uh, sure thing. Motorhead and I will get out before it's too late." Seeing nothing truly stopping him from escape, the Devil would attempt to run off into the streets of the district and 'blend-in' with the crowds to the best of his ability. Though an eight foot tall devil-man tended to stick out like a sore thumb, he at least had some sort of cover to evade both police and heroes. The man was still quite furious about his broken horn, and he swore that he would one day have his revenge!

"Those kids think their slick eh!? We'll show em! I'll destroy them someday..." He'd mutter to himself

At the moment the police sirens increased in intensity, Ash quickly made her move. Even as tired as she was, she still had enough of the sense to escape. All three of them did their best to make their escape, less who knows what would they even end up as? Immediately, she would hop off the roof, trying to grab Susumu before he would land in the dumpster. Unfortunately, she was a little too late to do so and he would end up there. Fortunately, she managed to grab him in her arms right before he would pass out. "I'll bring you back home safe Susumu," she promised before hopping away. God, all she wanted to do now was to go back home. But right now this was an impossible task, she would have to visit the infirmity first at least.

She might have received the most physical injuries out of the group with a bruised jaw and a bleeding tongue, that she was desperate to stem the flow of blood with her sleeve. "Next time we go shopping I don't wanna do something like this anymore," she said with a whimper. But nonetheless, she would hop along the alleyways, bringing the two of them as far as she possibly could go until they would reach safety.

"C-crap!"

The incoming oil gave Bruce pause for alarm. As it splashed on his chains, he stopped their motion, fear setting in as the fireball launched skyward. He ducked quickly as his chains went limp, splashing oil on the roof. His chains were now slick with the stuff. It'd be hard to keep his grip with these things.

Before he knew it, the crowd had dispersed. They'd gone at a perfect time, too, as the sirens now flooded the street with light. The trinity of police cars slid to a stop in front of the convenience store just as Bruce ducked beneath the sign, eyeing Ashley as she made her own escape.

"Not exactly a fantastic outing," Bruce murmured, "but at least we won't have to cancel any hero courses this year..."

With an annoyed sigh, Bruce haphazardly slung his chains around the pipes on the building opposite him, and slowly craned himself across, being careful not to retract his chains until they were cleaned. He wasn't sure how exactly his quirk would handle the chains being retracted if they were covered in something so gooey. Would his internals grime up? Today wasn't the day to find out.

His next step: find a spigot.

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EXIT
Incident ended!