Setting: Musutafu, Japan – Midday
Everyone around him was so damn happy.
Smiles painted across the faces of everyone in his surroundings, old and young alike. Quirk-bearers and Quirkless were all abuzz with enthusiasm as they watched the grand UA Outsider Battle Medley, everyone’s spirits high as exciting battles raged on in the famed UA Sports Stadium.
How disgusting.
Shigaraki: …Idiots.
With his gnarled hands stuffed tightly into his hoodie pockets, Tomura Shigaraki stalked past the energetic crowds lined outside TV stores, trying his damnedest to shut out the action-packed sounds of combat flooding from the speakers. His drawn hood shielded him from having to look too much at their happy expressions as he slunk by, on his way to the small back-alley bar that he knew Kurogiri was waiting for him. He was already late, so there was no rush; No stimulated speed in the villain’s step. He would take as long as he wanted in getting where he needed to go, simply because he could.
Even if it meant standing in the midst of the type of people he hated the most.
Shigaraki: Look at their stupid grins. So enthralled and absorbed in mindless conflict… And for what? Just another petty opportunity to watch their precious heroes flex their muscles? So stupid…
The hunched-over, concealed young man emanated an aura of dread that naturally made people move out of his way as he strolled down the bustling sidewalk. He wasn’t very concerned about any stray heroes noticing him in public right now, explaining his obviously disturbed walk cycle. Not only was there more than enough potential hostages all around him, but he had some backup in case he needed it – not like he would.
Civilian: Wait… Oh my god, what the hell is THAT? EVERYBODY RUN!!
…Or would he?
Shigaraki stopped walking and turned his head up to the sky as the crowd of people around him began screaming and running in the direction opposite he was facing. There was a small dot high in the sky that was readily growing larger, along with a loud, long-winded roaring that steadily increased in volume proportionally to the growing speck in the sky. Its looming shadow grew on the pavement around Shigaraki’s feet, and he smirked as he watched the thing fall.
Shigaraki: …Now, this is more like it.
With a well-timed backdash, Shigaraki leaped back just as the falling mass slammed into the street where he was standing mere moments ago. Fractured concrete flew everywhere and a cloud of dust was kicked up, obscuring the fallen object. By now, the entire city block was emptied of people save for Shigaraki, who watched the dust cloud intently. The sound of a low growl could be heard from the crater in the street, followed by the sound of something standing up. Through the thick screen of dust, Shigaraki could make out a huge, bulky frame littered with jutting spikes all across its body.
Shigaraki: What the hell…?
Despite the lowered volume of his voice, Shigaraki’s words did no go unheard, and the creature grunted in recognition of the voice. With slow, heavy, and booming steps, the being turned around, and Shigaraki could see two glowing red eyes staring at him through the fog of dust. A flicker of fear stirring in his chest, Shigaraki planted himself in a ready stance, should the being within the crater turn out to be unfriendly. And that it did, as the horrible monstrosity known as Doomsday flung his arms apart and released a ghastly roar, blowing the dust cloud away and forcing Shigaraki to cover his face.
After he finished roaring, Doomsday glared at the tiny human in front of him, sizing up the scrawny hooded character. It didn’t seem to be of any particular interest, but Doomsday was in a rather grouchy mood after being punched across the Pacific Ocean, so this twig of a human would make a fine stress ball. With a loud snarl, Doomsday launched from the crater with a fist drawn back, ready to pound Shigaraki into a fine bloody pulp.
Shigaraki: Noumu.
Doomsday’s fist collided with something incredibly tough. With a grunt of surprise, Doomsday saw his fist had not hit the scrawny human, but rather the back of a large, black-skinned beast with several already existing lacerations around its muscular frame. This peculiar creature had been stalking behind Shigaraki along rooftops and alleyways, just in case he would need extra muscle to defend himself. And this was definitely such a situation.
With a loud screech, Noumu whirled around and flung Doomsday away from Shigaraki with a mighty wave of his arm, the black monster fully turning around to face the Kryptonian abomination. Angrily, Doomsday roared and slammed its fists into the ground, splintering the concrete in an act of challenge. With an unhinged battle cry, Noumu responded with his own challenge, clenching his fists for battle.
Shigaraki: Deal with this ugly brute so we can go home.
Doomsday charged forward, arms spread wide apart and head lowered. Noumu flung his arms out in retaliation, and they grabbed each other’s forearms in a power struggle that send huge shockwaves rippling away from them. Both abominations stared each other down fearsomely as their might clashed, Doomsday’s glowing crimson orbs staring down Noumu’s beady, unblinking eyes. Noumu’s creepily shaped jaw hung agape, his tongue lolling out to the side. With an inhuman groan, Noumu shoved Doomsday back with a surge of strength, forcing the Kryptonian-killer to step back as he regained his balance. He couldn’t prepare himself fully in time, however, and Noumu’s tightly clenched fist slammed into Doomsday’s rocky face with a loud slam. Doomsday snapped his head back into place, quickly recovering from the powerful punch, only to be slugged once again by a left hook, extracting a grunt of surprise from the grey monster.
Quickly regaining his bearings, Doomsday swung the back of his fist into the side of Noumu’s head. Although Noumu wasn’t staggered by the attack due to his Shock Absorption Quirk, Doomsday’s sharp, pointed bones on his knuckles raked through the meat of his exposed brain. Noumu screeched, but not so much in pain as in berserk insanity. His brain matter quickly regenerated from the gashes, and they both threw punches at each other, their fists colliding with another rocking boom.
Doomsday slipped under Noumu’s extended fist and planted his free fist into the side of his beak with a loud grunt. Noumu’s stance faltered, and Doomsday’s grey, rocky fist grabbed around the genetic freak’s beak. Pivoting in place, the spiky grey fiend threw Noumu down the city street, the blackish beast breaking several sound barriers as he hurled through the air. As Noumu quickly vanished from sight, Doomsday turned to glare down at Shigaraki, who hadn’t moved since the fight had started. His hoodie was pulled back, and his several hands covered his face and head.
Shigaraki: ‘Damn it… Just how strong is this guy…?’
As Noumu soared down the long city street, a single taxi turned onto the street where the battle was taking place, blissfully unaware of what was happening. And then, it hit him – quite literally, in fact, as Noumu smashed into the car back-first, placing a huge dent in the side of the yellow vehicle. A single four-seater was nothing but a cushion to Noumu’s immense momentum, however, and the taxi went flying along with him, careening towards a packed traffic stop even further down the avenue.
Seeing the incoming traffic, Noumu grabbed onto the edges of the taxi and shifted himself in midair, planting his feet on the side of the car and angling it so that the bottom was facing the lines of cars that he was fast approaching. The taxi’s underbelly plowed into the back of the closest car, causing it to jerk forward and crash into the one in front of it. Then that car reacted similarly, and all the cars ended up plowing into each other, some even going so far as to explode from the damages inflicted on them. Slowly but surely, the pile-up ground to a halt in a heap of ruined cars full of dead passengers, and Noumu sprung from the taxi, Doomsday still hot on his mind. He grabbed the fender of the least destroyed car he saw and exploded back down the street in a bestial dash, hauling the car behind him.
Back where the fight had broken out, Shigaraki was fretfully dodging strikes from Doomsday, the young villain not very eager to be on the wrong end of the beast’s powerful strikes. After dodging a huge, frustrated swing from the beast, Shigaraki reached out and grabbed the large spike jutting from Doomsday’s elbow. The bone extension rapidly crumbled into dust, and Doomsday wailed in pain, swinging his arm with enough force to send Shigaraki flying into a concrete support pillar of a large commercial building across the street. Shaken to his core from the impact, Shigaraki could only grunt in pain as Doomsday slowly stomped towards him. The disintegrated elbow spike jittered and reformed jarringly, much to Shigaraki’s surprise and suppressed horror. The young villain stared wide-eyed as Doomsday took step after step towards him, a nightmare-inducing scowl on his ghastly face. Too weak to move, Shigaraki closed his eyes and waited for the coming beating.
However, a loud and familiar screech caught his attention, and as he snapped his eyes open he beheld his guardian Noumu slamming a car into Doomsday like a giant makeshift baseball bat. Doomsday roared in surprise as he went flying into the air, smashing through a glass window and into the interior of a tall building across the street from Shigaraki and Noumu.
Shigaraki: Ghh… I doubt that finished him, but at least I’m not dead.
Prying himself from the concrete pillar, Shigaraki landed somewhat unsteadily on his feet. Noumu stared at him as he dusted himself off, and Shigaraki looked up to address the beast after he was better.
Shigaraki: Don’t come back to me until that thing is good and dead.
In a bid to keep himself from harm, Shigaraki turned and ran down the street in the direction of the bar where he knew Kurogiri would be, leaving Noumu alone as tremors began to rumble out from the building he had knocked Doomsday into.
With a bestial roar, Doomsday exploded from the roof of the building, landing on top of it with immense force. It seemed that being hit with a car had only enraged him, and as he stomped on the roof of the building in a great leap, the entire structure of the skyscraper shattered and collapsed, the debris bringing ruin to several smaller buildings around it. Noumu, seeing Doomsday fall toward him, quickly raised the car for protection, but Doomsday’s fist tore straight through the vehicle and socked Noumu square in the jaw. The power behind Doomsday’s punch kicked up strong winds around the both of them, but Noumu simply absorbed the shock of the blow, turning his head and biting down on Doomsday’s wrist with his sharp dagger-like teeth, making Doomsday howl in pain.
It was then that Noumu realized that Doomsday’s punch had torn the car completely in two, each of his hands holding a different half. With a slightly muffled screech, he spread his arms apart, bringing the car halves with them, before bringing his hands together in a powerful clap, crushing Doomsday between the two halves of the steel vehicle.
Doomsday, however, was unimpressed, and he punched his arms out to his sides, shattering the car halves and making Noumu stumble back. As he felt more and more anger build up inside his system, Doomsday flung his arms behind him and roared irately at Noumu, who unleashed a furious screech of his own. They broke into a sprint towards each other, every footstep sending splinters through the street. When they met, they began to trade a barrage of mighty, blindingly fast punches, beating relentlessly on each other as their struggle tore up the street around them. Concrete splintered, signs bent, and windows shattered all around them as their duel raged on, both of them regenerating quickly from any damage the other did to them.
In a swift burst of extra strength, Noumu hunched over and delivered a dual strike to Doomsday’s gut. The Kryptonian-killer roared in pain, and he brought his fists down on Noumu’s back like a child banging on the dinner table for dessert. With an inhuman scream, Noumu wrapped his arms around Doomsday’s waist and bolted forward, turning to begin charging through the buildings of the city. One by one, buildings began to fall to rubble as the two horrific beasts went barreling through them, the trail of utter destruction carving a winding path through the guts of downtown Musutafu.
Doomsday’s fists rained upon Noumu unrelentingly, their strength as potent as ever no matter how many buildings he was driven through. Shards of broken concrete, shattered glass, and iron beams were stuck in Doomsday’s back, but they bothered him little as he angrily beat down on Noumu’s shoulders. Finally, as they were plowing through an enormous skyscraper, Doomsday raised his fists and formed huge, dagger-like spikes on the bottoms of his hands. With a loud howling, he drove the spikes into Noumu’s shoulder blades, extracting a loud cry of pain from the monster. His charge faltered, and Doomsday planted his feet into the floor, grinding the both of them to a halt.
Doomsday drove his spikes deeper and deeper into Noumu’s shoulders until they were wedged between in the middle of his arm sockets. Then, in a move of sheer brutality, Doomsday ripped the spikes away from each other, tearing Noumu’s arms out of their sockets and sending the severed appendages sprawling across the floor. Noumu’s wail of agony was unholy, but it fell on uncaring ears as Doomsday picked up Noumu’s armless frame and began springing through the ceiling of each floor of the skyscraper, quickly tearing through it and making his way to the top. In mere seconds, the two of them exploded through the needlepoint roof of the 100+ story building, and Doomsday tossed Noumu’s flailing body up before allowing his body to rotate as a result of his momentum, his feet turning towards Noumu.
Doomsday: DIE.
Doomsday’s feet plowed into Noumu’s chest in a staggeringly strong midair dropkick, making Noumu rocket across the cityscape. He plowed through several large buildings, each of them collapsing in a heap after he shot through them. Just as he began to lose speed in the air, however, he went falling down towards a very familiar H-shaped glass building.
Class was well underway for Class 1-B in the halls of UA High when the cacophony of glass shattering caught everyone by surprise. That surprise was only magnified into terror as a giant black monster with no arms went barreling through the door, flying into the wall opposite the entrance and coming to rest on the floor. Its hideous appearance made the more squeamish members of the class scream in terror, and for a few tense moments, nobody moved or spoke.
Then it stood up. Noumu’s arm stumps quivered and bulged for a moment before they made a splattering sound as they regenerated his lost limbs, his bulky arms swelling back to full size. Paying no mind to the terrified Class 1-B, Noumu stalked past the front of the classroom, knocking several desks over with his size as he made his way out. Once he was gone, a particularly frustrated voice rang out from the back of the classroom, breaking the silence.
Neito Monoma: Are we seriously so insignificant that villains flat-out ignore us!? COME ON!!
Stepping up to the window of the hallway and ignoring the numerous staff members whose Quirks were trained on him, Noumu stared out the broken window and into the sky. There was a speck that was increasing in size, coming directly for the building. Noumu knew exactly what it was, and he flung his arms out to his sides, screaming out to the heavens above in a cry of a challenge. Descending from the clouds, Doomsday bellowed in an irate answer, cocking his arm back in preparation for a mighty punch. Noumu planted one leg behind him and reared up a strike as well, and within seconds, their fists collided. The entire building of UA High School shook with the force of an earthquake, the massive shock waves making every window along the building’s exterior fracture and break into hundreds upon thousands of shards. Students and faculty alike cried out as they went flying. Noumu’s arm flesh rippled from the power of Doomsday’s attack, but his ground was held, and in this moment of opportunity he reached out and grabbed Doomsday’s forearm, making the Kryptonian-killer grunt in confusion before he was suddenly tossed at Mach speeds deeper into the interior of UA.
Doomsday crashed through classroom after classroom before finally bursting into the dining hall. Dozens of UA students screamed in fright as the giant spiked rock monster went plowing into the middle of the lunch tables, nobody being brave enough to take on the sudden villain as they got up and abandoned their lunches for their own safety. Wasting no time after he slid to a stop, Doomsday got to his feet, hearing the sounds of loud footsteps approaching from the hole in the wall he’d created. Sure enough, Noumu pounced from the wall’s open wound and landed on the floor in front of Doomsday.
The two creatures stared each other down, dragging in deep, precious breaths as they assessed each other. No damage they were doing to each other was lasting, regardless of what they were putting each other through. Further fighting was almost pointless-
The both of them exploded towards each other, delivering powerful hooks to each other’s faces. The apparent futility of their fight was lost on the both of them as bloodlust shone in their eyes. They were in this to the bloody, gruesome end.
Doomsday and Noumu both unleashed feral screams of anger as they began trading blindingly fast punches. Both refused to let up even for a single moment, even as the pain of each other’s knuckles rapping against their body surged through them. The power of their exchange went from moments to minutes of making the very earth quiver, and the entire structural foundation of UA High began to crumble around them. The entire building had gotten ample time to evacuate the premises by the time it began to collapse to rubble around them, their blows tearing the school to utter shreds.
As the flames of UA’s ruin raged around them, Doomsday suddenly parried Noumu’s fist away in an unexpectedly tactical move. Noumu was caught off guard, and Doomsday brought his fist back, a single large spike emerging on the fronts of his knuckles. With a berserk bellow, Doomsday plowed that fist into the side of Noumu’s head, the spike driving directly into his left eye. Then, twisting his arm, he broke that spike off and moved his hand away as Noumu began screaming from the intense pain and sudden half-blindness. Before he could make a move to pry the spike out of his eye socket, however, Doomsday was behind him, his sinister red eyes flaring brightly at the inferno of rage consumed him.
Loosing a furious howling, Doomsday began raining a storm of spiked punches on Noumu’s back, putting puncture wounds into his body faster than his regenerative Quirk could heal them. By the time Doomsday had been fully satiated with his beatdown, Noumu’s shoulders and back were a giant pincushion for Doomsday’s spikes, the immense pain of having several needlepoint stones wedged in his flesh making Noumu almost feel faint. Sensing his opponent’s waning strength, Doomsday marched around to Noumu’s front and grabbed his beak in his massive hand before dropping his tightly clenched fist down towards the top of his head. Namely…
Squelch!
Doomsday’s fist flattened Noumu’s exposed brain like a water balloon, the vital organ flattening and bursting apart. Noumu slumped over motionlessly, and as Doomsday removed his fist from the beast’s hollow head, he threw his head back and roared to the fiery heavens. Finally, he had won.
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…Or so he thought. While his attention was elsewhere, Noumu’s brain slowly recollected and regenerated itself, and Noumu’s right arm slowly rose up and grabbed the bulk of the spike housed in his eye. With a low growl, he ripped it out, ignoring the immense pain of doing so, and just as Doomsday looked down to investigate the growls, Noumu sprang up and slashed Doomsday’s wrists open with his own spike.
The Kryptonian-killer doubled back in surprise and pain as his wrists bled profusely, cut open by his own spike. Discarding the smaller spike and yanking a much larger one out of his back, Noumu raised it up with both arms and drove it into Doomsday’s wide-open mouth. The sharp weapon drove all the way through the back of Doomsday’s throat, protruding from the opposing side of his neck. Horribly painful, sure, but nothing that would put Doomsday down just yet. Fortunately, Noumu wasn’t finished, and he grabbed hold of the small rock piece in the center of Doomsday’s chest, yanking and tugging with all his might until it came ripping off with a sickening tearing noise, blood gushing from the open wound.
Bringing his hands together in a clapping position, Noumu screeched with delight as his hands dug into Doomsday’s flesh, his big, strong hands wrapping around the outer edges of Doomsday’s sternum. Then, he turned his hands to face outward and began to push with every ounce of strength he could muster. His enemy’s screams of pain were muffled by blood pooling up in his throat, and as the sounds of flesh slowly ripping and tearing graced the air, Noumu’s sinister grin grew ever wider.
Finally, with the combined sonances of Doomsday’s wails, his flesh splitting, and Noumu hissing delightedly, Noumu fully flung his arms apart, bursting forward and ripping Doomsday’s entire body into two separate halves, which fell on the destroyed floor motionlessly. The beast’s blood gushed from the enormous wound, and finally, Doomsday lay still. He was finished… for now.
Noumu heaved and sighed with breaths of exhaustion, his regeneration Quirk slowly moving to push Doomsday’s spikes out of his back. Once he had gathered the strength, Noumu threw his head upward, took in a deep breath-
-And got punched in the face simultaneously by two separate but mercilessly strong fists. A huge shockwave rippled out from the point of impact, and Noumu went rocketing off into the horizon, turning into little more than a blip in the sky in a matter of seconds. The two attackers lowered their fists, revealing just who had taken out the final monster.
All Might: I appreciate your coming to help. Mind sticking around a bit longer to help with, ahh… cleanup?
Superman: Well… I suppose I don’t need to be back home for dinner until five. Let’s get to work.
