Amour waltzes through the dance. Looking around at the students.

Amour: (Not too many of these high-class students are catching my eye. What a boring school this is.)

Vince: *through Amour’s earpiece* Amour, Nola, and Thor were discovered. Your cover hasn’t been blown, but you have to move quickly.

Amour: Understood. Leave it to the two big shots to mess things up for the rest of us.

Amour grabs a random male student and makes out with him. He uses her tongue to place one of the stickers on his inner cheek.

Amour: You’re welcome, sugar.

Jace: Th- thanks?

Amour pushes Jace aside and walks away.

Jace: What the fuck was that?

Amour yawns.

Amour: Another boring kiss.

Saige: It looks like Calm and Eve forfeit!

Amour: Hm?

Saige: Here is our bracket for Round 2!

Everyone cheers.

Blair: Looks like we got a free pass.

Hayze: Are you disappointed?

Blair: Are you kidding me? I don’t know how to dance!

Hayze: Sweet, neither do I.

Blair: Then it looks like we’re not winning this thing.

Hayze: *nasal grunt* Nope.

Amour spots Hayze.

Amour: (It’s him!)

Amour flashes back to her time working as a stripper. She’s giving a middle-aged man a lap dance.

Amour: Having fun, hon?

Man: Oh, hell yeah! I’m- Uh oh…

The man’s wallet is empty.

Man: I’m out of money…

Amour puts her top back on.

Amour: Then it looks like you’re also out of time.

Amour walks away.

Man: My wife’s gonna kill me…

Amour approaches the strip club bar.

Amour: Hey, Shelly, I’ll take my shift drink now.

Shelly: The usual?

Amour: You know it.

Shelly gives Amour a Shirley Temple and a cupcake with a candle.

Amour: What’s this?

Shelly: Happy 19th birthday, Lily.

Amour laughs.

Amour: Thanks, Shell. Nobody’s celebrated my birthday in a while. But please don’t call me that again.

Shelly: Sorry, I’m just the sentimental type. We appreciate having you around here.

Amour: And I appreciate having a form of income.

Shelly: You’re welcome.

Amour glances at the bar television and sees Hayze battling Silver on screen.

Amour: What’s on, Shelly?

Shelly: Huh? Oh, the U.A. Sports Festival. I think the freshmen are competing today.

Amour: Hm…

“ Silver: (I can’t just sit here holding the wall up. I’ll drop it, but I’m going to be cautious.)

Silver slowly lowers the wall.

Hayze: 1st rule of strategy: the first move is always a fake!

Hayze loads his 2nd sword into his bow instead of an arrow and fires it at Silver. It flies over Silver's halfway-lowered shield and collides with his back.

Silver: (WHAT!)

Silver’s silver armor protects him from injury, but the momentum transfer causes Silver to stumble forward. The wall of silver dust instantly tumbles.

Hayze: I’VE GOT YOU NOW!

Hayze loads a fire arrow and launches it at Silver.

Silver: (I can’t defend!)

The arrow collides with Silver's back, setting it ablaze and knocking him to the ground.

Silver: AHHHH!

The fire melts away the armor on Silver’s back. The whole stadium is dead silent, in shock. “ - Chapter 17

A man in a suit at the bar slams his fist down in anger.

Amour: What’s wrong, hon?

Suited Man: This kid is gonna ruin me!

Amour: How?

Suited Man: I put three grand on that “Silver” kid to win this fight!

Amour: Now, why would you put that much money on him?

Suited Man: Are you kidding me? That’s the son of Silverclad. He’s been a hero prodigy since he was a kid and is at the top of his class. Plus, he’s fighting a FUCKING NOBODY!

Amour: Nobody, huh?

“ Hayze and Silver run at each other again, the will to win burning in their eyes; just as they’re about to collide, they both simultaneously lower their weapons and raise their fists, screaming at the top of their lungs as they both punch each other directly in the face at the same time.

Hayze and Silver: (Did I get him?)

A moment passes… Silver falls to the ground. He lies on his back, looking up at Hayze, whose eyes are back to normal. Silver smiles.

Silver: You turned your quirk off at the last second to heal the punch immediately after it happened. You tricked me...

Hayze: 1st rule of strategy...

Silver: The first move is always a fake.

A moment passes as the stadium is dead silent.

Madame Mummy: The winner is Adam Hayze. “ - Chapter 17

Suited Man: FUCK!

Amour: *under her breath* Wow…

Shelly: Talk about an underdog story.

Amour: Now, that’s a man right there, unlike the boys playing around these parts.

Suited Man: Shut the fuck up, bitch! All he did was get lucky.

Amour: That wasn’t luck, sugar. That was smarts, and that’s way more attractive than anything you have.

Suited Man: Oh, yeah?

The man pulls out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and hands it to Shelly.

Suited Man: I want this one.

Shelly: That’s more than what a dance costs.

Suited Man: I’m not talkin’ bout a dance.

Amour looks away.

Suited Man: Don’t say you don’t do that here. I know what kind of place this is.

Shelly takes the money.

Shelly: Amour, why don’t you take this man to a “back room.”

Amour: Okay…

The suited man and Amour stand up.

Suited Man: I’ll show you, smarts, dumb bitch.

Amour glances back at the television as Hayze leaves the arena.

Amour: (I wish I had a hero like him. Someone who could rescue a gal like me.)

The flashback ends.

Amour: (Too bad Master Iota ended up being my hero, but I still love a man with a brain.)

Hayze and Blair watch as Sydney and Wrath join Silver and Saige on stage.

Blair: I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.

Hayze: Stay safe.

Blair: Very funny.

As Blair walks off, someone slaps Hayze’s ass.

Hayze: What the?!

Hayze turns around to see Amour.

Amour: Hi, sweet thing.

Hayze: Uh… hey… who are you?

Amour: I’m Amour. I’m in class 3-G.

Hayze: Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.

Amour: Wow, you’re a hot shot. Can’t even remember a student like me?

Hayze: Also, you’re in the Support Class?

Amour: I’m good with my hands.

Hayze: (I’m getting a weird vibe from this girl, but she brings up a good point. There are probably plenty of kids in our class I’ve seen but can’t remember.) Well, uh… I’m Hayze.

Amour: Oh, I know. You’re a pretty big name. A great hero.

Hayze: Th- thanks. I guess I’m still not used to… you know?

Amour: Being famous? You can say it, hon.

Hayze: It’s… still weird.

Amour: It shouldn’t be; you saved me one.

Hayze: I- I did?

Amour: Yeah, without you. I never would have learned that playing smart is the only way to get ahead in life.

Hayze stares at Amour.

Hayze: (This girl… something’s definitely off…)

Lara enters the gymnasium.

Lara: (Hopefully, I’m not too late.)

Lara looks at the ring. Sydney and Wrath refuse to go near each other.

Sydney: I’m not touching you, pig, let alone dancing with you.

Wrath: Yeah, well, I’m afraid of freezing to death if I get within 2 feet of you.

Sydney: What, are you afraid of shrinkage, tiny man?!

Silver: Are you guys going to forfeit? Because I’d really like to get off this stage.

Saige: Oh, Silvy. They’re just a pair of Tsunderes; give them time!

Sydney and Wrath: NO, WE’RE NOT!

Saige: Oh, really? So, you’re saying you hate each other?

Sydney and Wrath: YES!

Saige pulls out a voice recorder.

Silver: Oh no…

Saige plays the recorder.

Impulse: “Wrath! Sydney just cut Romeo’s penis off with a plastic butter knife!“

Wrath: “Oh shit! Did you get a video?!“

Impulse: “Wh- What?! NO!“

Wrath: “Are you kidding me, Impulse?! She’s so cute when she’s angry! HOW COULD YOU MISS THAT OPPORTUNITY?!“

Sydney bursts out laughing as Wrath falls to his knees in defeat.

Sydney: I’m cute, huh? How pathetic-

Saige plays another recording.

Verity: “How long did you spend making this?

Sydney: “That doesn’t matter! Just read it!

Verity: “*imitating Wrath’s voice* I’m afraid of freezing to death if I get within 2 feet of you.

Sydney: “What, are you afraid of shrinkage, tiny man?!

Verity: “I don’t think that makes sense. If he already has a tiny penis, why would he be worried about-

Sydney: “It doesn’t matter as long as he blushes with embarrassment, Verity! It’s so adorable! I have to see it again!”

Sydney falls to her knees in defeat.

Saige: Shall we continue?

Sydney and Wrath: No…

Saige: Saige and Silver win!

Silver: You’re a fucking monster…

Saige: Hooray!

Lara watches with a blank stare.

Lara: (I might be out of my league against that one.)

Daisuke: Lara.

Daisuke approaches Lara.

Lara: Where are Fang and Ozzie?

Daisuke: I don’t know. I haven’t seen them in a little while.

Lara: Perhaps they found some intruders, but there could be more.

Daisuke: Do you have the facial recognition software ready?

Lara: Yes, it’s already on your phone.

Daisuke: That seems like an invasion of privacy.

Lara: I know what your company is capable of. Don’t play that card with me.

Daisuke smiles.

Daisuke: I knew I liked you.

Lara: Let’s split up and search together. Meet me at the front door in 10 minutes.

Daisuke: Understood.

Ozzie and Thor face off.

Ozzie: Before we throw down, I should know your name, mate.

Thor: My name is Ian Vestergaard, but most people call me “Thor.”

Ozzie: *nasal grunt* I can see why! The long blonde hair helps!

Thor: Thank you, but kindness will not help you in this battle.

Thor reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out three circular glasses.

Ozzie: (What are those?)

Thor tosses the glasses into the air, and they begin to hover.

Thor: You’ll find out what these are for soon enough. For now, listen to my suggestion.

Ozzie: Hm?

Thor: I don’t want to harm you, but if you refuse to let me leave this school. I will be forced to. So, I’ll give you one chance to walk away. Don’t waste it.

Ozzie: Sorry, mate, but back home, we don’t bounce from a challenge. So, I don’t intend to do so here!

Thor: Suit yourself.

Thor charges toward Ozzie.

Thor: Mjölnir’s Impact!

Ozzie dodges to avoid Thor’s seismic punch.

Ozzie: Too slow, mate!

Thor: Perhaps my punch was, but not my quirk!

Ozzie: Huh?

Thor shoots an ultraviolet ray from his pointer finger, reflecting it off one of his hovering glasses. The beam hits Ozzie’s face, turning his left cheek red.

Ozzie: What was that?

Thor: Your worst nightmare.

Ozzie: But it didn’t even hurt.

Thor: That’s how most sunburns are, but once they have some time to mellow…

Ozzie can feel a burning sensation on his cheek.

Thor: They start to flare!

Ozzie: (Sunburn? What kind of quirk is this?) *grunts* It’s just uncomfortable, mate. Nothing I can’t handle.

Thor: Oh, really? Then let’s see how you handle this!

Thor begins rapid-firing sunbeams at his hovering glasses, reflecting them as they hit various parts of Ozzie’s skin. The frequency and unpredictability of the rays make it impossible for him to dodge.

Ozzie: *grunts* I’m still not feeling the heat.

Thor: Then why don’t you counterattack?

Ozzie: With pleasure!

Ozzie attempts to stand up but feels immense pain in his skin.

Ozzie: AHHHH!

Thor: Your skin is dry and cracking. Each movement feels like knives stabbing into you, am I right?

Ozzie: You’re close.

Thor: That’s the power of my quirk. I can make your very existence a living hell, and the only way to cure a sunburn is time, which you don’t have.

Ozzie: I can work through plenty of pain!

Thor: Yes, but a wound is different than your entire epidermis working against you!

Ozzie grinds his teeth.

Ozzie: (He’s got a point. I’ve got pretty good pain tolerance, and this sunburn is leaving me wobbly. But I don’t understand. How could a sunburn affect me this fast? Usually, the painful side effects don’t kick in for hours. So, how-) *grunts*

Ozzie glances at the hovering glasses.

Ozzie: (I see… those aren’t just regular glasses.) Those are magnifying glasses!

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Thor: Very perceptive, but that revelation won’t help you now! They’ve already served their purpose.

Ozzie smiles.

Ozzie: Maybe for you, they have!

Thor: Huh?

Ozzie painfully leaps into the air and snatches one of the glasses.

Thor: What are you doing?!

Ozzie: Bringing in some backup support!

Ozzie places the glass into his mechanical arm and fossilizes it.

Ozzie: Now, come forth!

A dinosaur with a pure glass body and sharp horns emerges from the fossil.

Ozzie: My Magnidon!

Magnidon: *roars*

Thor: What is that?!

Ozzie: You’re undoing, mate!

Ozzie lands on the Magnidon’s back.

Ozzie: Moving may cause me some pain, but if I’ve got this beaut of a ute to fight on, that won’t be much of an issue!

Thor readies two ultraviolet beams.

Thor: Then I guess I’ll have to burn your skin until it falls off!

Thor fires the rays at Ozzie.

Ozzie: Get Em' girl!

The Magnidon roars and absorbs the sunbeams.

Thor: What?!

The dino reflects the beams at Thor, burning his skin.

Thor: AHHH!

Ozzie: How do you like that, mate?

Thor: *frustrated grunt* You’ll pay for that!

Ozzie: We’ll see about that! (This bloke is tough; I sure hope Fang isn’t having too much trouble with the other one.)

Nola scoffs.

Nola: Listen, little girl, why don’t you turn around and go back to your dance before you get hurt.

Fang: “Little girl?” What are we, the same age?

Nola: Who cares? I have more life experience in my left pinky than you do throughout your body.

Fang: Oh, really? Well, unlike your left pinky, I’m actually dangerous.

Nola: I doubt that, but I also will take that as a sign you’re not backing down.

Fang: Of course not!

Fang grows her second pair of arms and covers her face with her forearms.

Fang: Asura Form: Face of Rage!

Fang’s canine teeth grow substantially, and her eyes turn pure red.

Fang: Rage Assault!

Fang leaps toward Nola.

Nola: *nasal grunt* I’ll show you some rage!

Suddenly, a group of clouds appear from behind Nola and swarm Fang, stopping her assault.

Fang: What the?!

Nola: Are you afraid of a little storm front, little girl? Raging Clouds!

The clouds lift Fang into the air and slam her into the wall behind her.

Fang: *pained grunt*

Nola: Look at you, down on the ground. Just where you belong!

Fang: I’ll show you!

Nola: No, you won’t!

Nola’s clouds form together above Fang.

Nola: Acidic Rain!

Green water droplets fall from the clouds, burning Fang’s skin and tattering her clothes.

Nola: I see London, I see France!

Fang: I see my next victim!

Fang covers her face with her forearms.

Fang: Asura Form: Face of Joy!

Fang laughs loudly and leaps out of the acidic rain with ease.

Nola: What!

Fang: Hehe! My joy far outmatches my pain! Your attack means nothing to me!

Fang catches her breath.

Fang: (Although my Joy stopped her rain, my Rage wasn’t enough to power through her clouds. So, if I try to strike again. I’ll be met with the same fate.)

Nola: I’ll admit your strange quirk has caught me off guard, but you’re still a weakling compared to me.

Fang: *giggles* If you’re so sure about that. Show me your power!

Nola: *nasal grunt* With pleasure!

A thick fog fills the hallway, causing Fang to lose sight of Nola.

Fang: Hm? What’s this?

Nola: My Ghostly Fog!

Nola’s voice sounds like it’s coming from every direction.

Fang: (I can’t tell where she is!)

Nola: This fog will keep a dog like you on her leash!

Nola appears in the fog.

Fang: Joyful Doom!

Fang attempts to punch Nola with all four of her fists, but she phases through Nola.

Fang: Huh?!

Nola disappears.

Fang: Heh, It was an illusion!

Nola: It took you long enough to figure it out! Wind Scythe!

Fang begins getting cut up by various wind strikes from the fog.

Fang: *pained grunts*

Fang falls to her knees.

Fang: (I’ve gotta figure a way out of this fog!)

Fang’s eyes widen.

Fang: (That’s it! I don’t need to leave it! I need to clear it!)

Fang starts spinning, using her four arms to clear the fog and increase her spin velocity. Eventually, the mist clears, revealing Nola.

Nola: Clever, but now you have to deal with the consequences.

Fang is dizzy.

Fang: Hehehe… I’m woozy!

Fang falls over.

Nola: Do I even need to attack you? Or will you defeat yourself?

Fang: I’m adapting to your quirk, and once that process is complete. I’ll destroy you.

Nola: I doubt that.

Fang: Well, even if I don’t. Ozzie will defeat your friend and join us soon.

Nola laughs.

Nola: What makes you think one of my “friends” won’t join us first?

Fang: There are more than just you two?!

Nola: Yes, and trust me… they’re just as deadly.

Lara searches through the crowd, checking the faces of each student.

Lara: (No one, yet.) Hm?

Lara notices Hayze and Amour.

Lara: (That girl…)

Lara checks her face recognizer and finds no match for Amour.

Hayze: Well, it was nice meeting you, Amour, but I need to find my girlfriend-

Amour: Oh, you have a girlfriend?

Hayze: Yeah, she-

Amour whispers in Hayze’s ear.

Amour: I’m insecure enough for a three-way if you two are.

Hayze: I- Uh… I- Uh-

Lara: Hello.

Amour and Hayze: Huh?

Hayze: Lara? You’re here?

Lara: Yes, and I want to speak to this girl privately.

Hayze: Uh…

Amour: (She must know something she’s not supposed to. I can see it in her eyes; I’ll have to “take care of her.”) Okay, hon. Why don’t we go outside?

Lara: There’s some commotion going on out there. Let’s head to the roof.

Amour: Sounds good to me.

Amour and Lara depart.

Hayze: (What just happened?)

Daisuke is meandering through the crowd.

Daisuke: (Let’s see, is there anyone who looks suspicious.)

Chuck is devouring all of the food.

Emile: Chuck! You’re going to draw unnecessary attention to us!

Chuck: I can’t help that this food is so good! You should try some!

Emile: I’m not hungry! You shouldn’t be anymore either!

Daisuke starts walking toward Emile and Chuck.

Daisuke: (Them.)

Iota notices Daisuke approaching the pair on his monitor.

Iota: (That’s Daisuke Ohtani, the one who messed up my last plan, and he’s walking toward those two with purpose.) Emile, don’t let that Japanese student near you.

Emile glances over his shoulder and sees Daisuke.

Emile: (Uh oh.) I’ll be back, Chuck.

Chuck: *muffled* Okay!

Emile walks off. Daisuke considers talking to Chuck but decides to follow Emile instead.

Daisuke: Hey, you! Stop!

Emile starts moving quicker through the crowd. Eventually, exiting out the front, only to see Gale and Zach’s fight.

Emile: (Shit!)

Emile sneaks off to the side, and Daisuke emerges from the doors.

Daisuke: (He went that way!)

Daisuke notices Gale and Zach and checks his watch.

Daisuke: (I’ve got time.)

Daisuke follows Emile.

Gale: I’ve had enough. It’s time for me to claim my prize!

Zach: You aren’t taking me down!

Gale gets to his feet as blood drips from his abdomen.

Gale: Oh yeah? Well, let’s see how you handle this!

Gale leaps off the platform.

Zach: I win!

Gale glides into the sky.

Zach: Oh… right… wait, then how do I win?

Gale: *from afar* You don’t!

Gale begins surrounding his body with the wind until the air currents become visible and pulsate a green aura. Gale begins spinning, covering himself in his air currents.

Zach: Uh oh…

Gale begins descending toward Zach like a jet falling from the sky.

Gale: Spinstorm Sky Strike!

Gale rams into Zach with extreme velocity.

Eve: There’s no way Zach withstands that!

Zach is sent flying off the platform.

Gale: Woohoo! I win!

Gale lands safely and smiles at Lilith.

Zach: *from afar* No, you don’t!

Zach stabbed his bone tail into the ring’s bottom before falling too far.

Lilith: Wow! Great job, Zach!

Zach: Thanks, Lilith!

Gale grinds his teeth.

Gale: *frustrated grunt* (Wait a second… Why am I getting mad that he’s receiving her praise? I don’t give a fuck about her, I just want a date to the dance.)

Zach swings himself back onto the arena.

Zach: Any other attempts, Gale, or are you ready to give up?

Gale: Never! I need to show you why you’re inferior to me!

Zach: Why am I inferior to you?

Gale: Because you could never get the girls I do. I’m the best fighter there is, with plenty of charisma and skill. You’re just some guy.

Zach: Yet, I’m the one with a date…

Gale: *frustrated grunt* That’s just because I waited too long! I had girls lining up to be my date, and they settled with some other chumps!

Zach: Then why are you going through all this to get Lilith?

Gale: Wh- huh? What do you mean?

Zach: Why didn’t you go get Charlotte or Whitney? They would have said yes to you in a heartbeat. Just admit that you’re here for different reasons!

Gale: What?! I’m just looking for a date! That’s all!

Zach: No, I think you like Lilith for real.

Gale: Heh, unlikely. The Gale only plays the field. The bachelor life is where it’s at!

Zach: Look, who are you trying to convince here, you or me?

Gale: *frustrated grunt* Nobody! I don’t have to prove myself to you!

Zach: If you just admit you have serious feelings for her, I’ll step aside, dude. I like Lilith, but not like that.

Gale: No way! I don’t!

“ Gale: Since when did you get a backbone?! I thought I got myself a submissive partner who wouldn’t talk back, but you’ve been giving me lip the whole way!

Lilith: Wh- are you kidding me?! That’s why you picked me as your partner?! You jerk!

Gale: No, I picked you to seduce you! Happy?

Lilith slaps Gale, and he falls over on his ass.

Gus: Ouch…

Zach: I don’t like where this is going…

Lilith: Come on, Gus and Zach! We’re taking shelter in that abandoned bus!

Gus: Yay!

Zach: Fine by me.

Gale gets to his feet as Lilith walks away with Gus and Zach.

Gale: Oh, so that’s it? You think a slap means I’m not your partner anymore? We’re in this together, bitch! “

- Chapter 207

Gale: (She stood up to me. She just didn’t take shit from me and tell me I’m an asshole. She actually made me accountable for being a jerk. And a lot of girls could have done that, but… she’s sweet to her core. It meant a lot coming from her…)

Gale frantically shakes his head.

Gale: You’re wrong about me! And I’ll win no matter what!

Zach: Whatever, dude. Between you and me, a confession would do pretty good right now.

Gale: Shut up!

Emile runs through the campus sidewalks before stopping.

Emile: (I can’t shake him, I have to face him.)

Emile turns around and sees Daisuke stop to face him.

Daisuke: Who are you?

Emile: I’m Emile, a warrior of the Iota Movement.

Daisuke: Straight to the point, I respect it.

Emile gets into a fighter’s stance.

Emile: Then you’ll appreciate this!

Emile charges toward Daisuke, but the tycoon easily stops his punch.

Daisuke: I did not. I’d prefer it if we could negotiate.

Emile: How?

Daisuke repels Emile and pulls out his checkbook.

Daisuke: Reveal Iota’s secrets and I can make you a wealthy man. I can wipe your criminal record clean and even give you a job at my company if you wish. You help me, and I help you.

Emile scoffs.

Emile: Do you really think Master Iota would bring in members of the movement who could be persuaded by money?

Daisuke: What do you mean?

Emile: What my Master has promised me is something priceless. I’ll trade it for no amount of money.

Daisuke: Is that so? And that applies to your friends as well?

Emile: I don’t know their individual goals, but I was chosen by Master Iota for two reasons. One, because I am a powerful asset, and two, I will never betray him.

Daisuke: What are you after? What will he give you?

Emile reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a burnt locket.

Emile: This belonged to the love of my life.

Daisuke: Past tense…

Emile: We were childhood friends who became high school sweethearts. Then, one day, she was filling her car with gas, and a drunk driver rammed into one of the pumps.

Daisuke stares at Emile.

Emile: Master Iota promised me she could be brought back to life.

Daisuke: How?

Emile: That’s not for you to know, but unless you can offer me the same thing, I’d put your checkbook away.

Daisuke’s eyes narrow.

Daisuke: I respect your motivation, but I disagree with your methods.

Emile: Well, that’s too bad. Because I-

Suddenly, a cage falls from the sky and traps Emile.

Emile: What the hell is this?!

Daisuke taps an earpiece he’s wearing.

Daisuke: Great work, Matsui.

Emile: You were just distracting me?!

Daisuke: No, Matsui was zeroing in on our location while we were running. You stopping was a happy accident.

Emile: *frustrated grunt*

Daisuke approaches the cage.

Emile: You know, you’re a fool.

Daisuke: Why is that?

Emile: You don’t even know what my quirk is. What if I could melt my way out of these bars-

Daisuke taps his earpiece.

Matsui: *speaker* Emile Rutherford, 20, Queens, New York, Quirk: Copy Field. He can mimic the quirk of anyone who’s used their ability within 15 meters of him in the past 3 hours.

Daisuke: Nobody was using their quirk at the dance, so right now. You’re quirkless.

Emile smiles.

Emile: Oh, someone was using their quirk.

Daisuke: Hm?

Emile bites the cage’s bar, consuming it.

Daisuke: What the?!

Emile spits an energy blast at Daisuke. The mogul dodges, but the blast collides with a light post, blasting it.

Daisuke: *pained grunt* Who?

Emile laughs as he eats the bars and frees himself from the cage.

Emile: Thanks, Chuck.

Amour and Lara step onto the roof of U.A.

Amour: So, do you have a crush on that boy? Was it grinding your gears that I was cozying up to him?

Lara: You know why I brought you up here.

Amour smiles.

Amour: I’m Amour. Lovely to meet you, hon.

Lara: Why are you here? What’s Iota after?

Amour: Hm… so you even know who I work for? You’re a smart one. I like that.

Amour licks her lips.

Lara: Answer my question.

Lara readies her taser.

Lara: Or else, I’ll-

Suddenly, a belt wraps itself around Lara’s mouth.

Lara: *muffled*

Amour twists Lara’s wrist, causing her to drop her taser.

Amour: Mmm… looks like you brought me a fun prop.

Amour taps her earpiece.

Amour: Zaire… send me my “toybox.”

Zaire: *earpiece* Amour, there’s no time for this. You need to-

Amour: If I let her go, she’ll return to the dance and blow our cover. Let me have some fun with her, and we can keep going.

Zaire turns to Iota.

Iota: Johan and Chuck are still at the dance. They could use the extra time.

Zaire: Alright, Amour, but don’t overdo it.

A warp gate opens next to Amour, and a treasure chest appears.

Amour: If you couldn’t tell already, my quirk gives me the power to control leather. I had this belt trailing us the entire time we walked here. I hope the boy I sharked it from doesn’t mind.

Alden approaches a pack of attractive girls.

Alden: Ladies!

Alden’s pants fall down, revealing he’s not wearing underpants. The girls burst out laughing.

Alden: AHHHHHH!

Amour opens the chest. It has an assortment of leather objects inside. A group of belts emerge and restrain Lara to the downward dog position.

Lara: *muffled*

Amour: Don’t try to talk, hon.

Amour pulls out a wooden paddle.

Amour: I only like screams.

Amour approaches Lara from behind as the latter struggles to break free.

Lara: (What can I use to stop her?)

Lara frantically searches with her eyes.

Amour: You got a fine behind, sugar.

Amour spanks Lara with extreme force using the paddle.

Lara: *muffled* AHHHHHHHHH!

Amour: Oh… it’s like music to my ears.

Lara’s eyes widen.

Lara: (Music!)

Amour winds back her paddle.

Amour: Now, let’s-

A loud screeching sound comes from Lara’s headphones.

Amour: AHHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!

This causes Amour’s leather restraints to loosen, allowing Lara to break free and kick Amour in the navel, knocking her down.

Lara: Ow… ow…

Lara runs to the other side of the roof and holds her aching behind. Amour gets to her feet.

Amour: Clever play, sugar.

Lara: Why did you hit me in the butt? My head would have been a prime target.

Amour licks her fingers.

Amour: Because my way is much more fun.

Lara: What?

Amour: Let me give you a demonstration…

Amour pulls a spiked whip from her treasure chest.

Amour: Once I finish playing with you, we’ll see if your spirit is as broken as your behind.

Lara: You’re a strange girl.

Vince scoffs.

Vince: That’s an understatement.

Iota: Vince, don’t insult Amour.

Vince: She’s just some girl with gluteophilia, Master. I’ll never understand why you brought her into the movement.

Iota: Amour’s methods are admittedly unorthodox, but they’re incredibly effective.

Vince: I doubt that.

Iota smiles.

Iota: Just watch.

Lara shortcircuits Amour’s earpiece, causing her some minor pain.

Amour: Ouch! You’re a feisty girl!

Lara: I won’t let you call for backup.

Amour licks her whip.

Amour: Who needs backup?

Amour cracks the whip at Lara, but the techie dodges with ease.

Lara: (The spikes on that whip could do severe damage if I-)

Suddenly, Amour fires Lara’s own taser and Lara.

Lara: Huh!

The taser prongs hit Lara on the butt.

Lara: AHHHHHHH!

Lara keels over in pain.

Amour: Heads up!

Amour hits Lara’s behind with her spiked whip.

Lara: AHHHHHHH!

Lara quickly gets to her feet as blood drips down her back legs.

Lara: (The pain… it’s so much.)

Vince watches intently as Lara backs into the corner of the roof.

Vince: Her movement… it’s so rigid, and she’s literally backing herself into a corner.

Iota: Yes, she's accomplishing two things by concentrating her attacks on a single, sensitive area. The pain of her strikes is compounding, leaving her opponent in disarray and fear. Ms. Glass knows Amour is only targeting her butt, so she’s trying desperately to avoid being struck there again. The fear of pain is overwhelming her.

Vince: She’s trying at all costs to avoid exposing her buttocks, meaning her movements are strange and unusual. She knows where the next attack will be aimed, but that’s almost a disadvantage.

Zaire: And she’s not thinking straight because the fighting style is so unique. She’s not used to fighting someone like this, so she has to adjust quickly, but Amour isn’t allowing that.

Lara grinds her teeth.

Lara: (I won’t be humiliated like this. I must figure out how to turn the tide of this battle… and fast.)

Blast kicks Yusuf aside.

Yusuf: *groans*

Blast: So, you think you’re some kind of big shot?

Blaine: No, I know it.

Blast: I like your confidence, but you don’t stand a chance against me.

Blaine: I’m aware, so I guess it’s good that I’m brighter than my companion.

Black fire walls erupt and surround Blast.

Blaine: Blackland Fire: Scorched Earth!

Blast starts to sweat.

Blast: (I can sense the incredible heat of these flames! Their color isn’t just for show, but I’m not sure of their other attributes. However, this tactic has already revealed his weakness to me.)

Blast uses an explosion to launch himself into the air and out of Blaine’s flame ring.

Blast: Blastoff!

Blaine: Yusuf, now!

Blast: Huh!

Yusuf: Thunder Fire!

Yusuf’s turbines flare up. Two wind bursts hit Blast in the back.

Blast: *pained grunts*

Blast crashes into the ground.

Blaine: I told you, I’m brighter than Yusuf.

Yusuf: Screw you, Blaine!

Blast quickly recovers and gets to his feet, ready for combat.

Blaine: I expected no less from an opponent of your caliber.

Blast: Well, I expected less from you, so I guess I’ll cut to the chase and finish you now!

Blaine smiles.

Blaine: That will have to wait for another day. Our distraction has worked fine.

Blast: Distraction?

Warp gates open beneath Yusuf and Blaine, extracting them.

Blast: So the real threat was elsewhere! Dammit!

Blast pulls out his phone.

Blast: Tell me what’s happening!

Guard: *Phone* Don’t worry, sir. Everything is under control. Some students sleuthed out the rest of the infiltrators and are holding them at bay. Walker and Adrian are en route.

Blast: Good! I’ll be there soon!

Blast launches himself into the air.

Blast: Hold on, students! I’m coming!