Felix flew past the streets, ignoring the bodies on the road that looked like they had been dropped from a great height. There was no time to ponder about how that happened; none of them were Toga. The bursting presence of people in front of him was his priority for now.
“J-Jin? What are you…?” He sputtered, stunned by the sight before him. A group of Twice clones had pinned down an unconscious Toga, and was about to snap her neck.
No. Something’s wrong; that’s not him.
“Get away from her!” Compress yelled, slamming his body into them. “Sentinel, don’t be fooled! I think someone in the MLF is puppeteering them with his quirk!”
Felix froze. There was no doubt that they were being controlled, but eliminating them meant removing every last trace of his friend forever.
“Felix… help!”
The boy trembled, although his feet were rooted to the ground. Only a gloved hand was visible under the pile of costumed bodies, struggling and clawing the air futilely.
A deadened expression was present in all of the clones’ faces. Felix’s heart sank with the revelation. Although their bodies were present, they were already dead; nothing more than mere puppets dancing along to strings.
“No, this isn’t what I want.” Felix raised his hand as a single tear rolled down his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jin. But I know this isn’t real.”
Brown liquid squelched as the pink energy cut through all the clones, destroying them instantly. The boy closed his eyes in condolence.
“T-Toga…” Compress coughed, wiping the fluid off his costume. “Speak to me, girl! Are you alright?”
“She’s heavily injured, but she’ll live,” Felix said. “Her heart’s still beating, but we should keep her away from danger for now.”
The magician compressed her body into a marble as well, and kept it in his pocket.
“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!”
Felix turned his head to the familiar voice.
“Spinner, you’re alright!” Compress cheered. “How on Earth did you get away from so many people?”
“Twice’s clones helped me!” Spinner replied in an unusually expressive voice. “I really gotta thank that guy in person. They saved my butt.”
Felix and Compress looked at each other, hesitant to tell their comrade about what had just happened.
“But we don’t have time to wait here,” Spinner continued. “C’mon, Dabi needs our help. He’s battling this ice user, who wiped out the whole army of clones in a single attack. I’m afraid he won’t last long enough without our help.”
The oversized gecko leapt on a nearby wall and began crawling. Felix and Compress followed him.
~ ~ ~
The ice constructs before them were something out of a fantasy storybook. Snowy white dragons hovered in the air, facing down the solitary man in a dark blue suit. Atop one of them stood a hooded man clad in a thick, light blue parka that reached down below his knees, meeting the hem of a pair of laced up winter boots.
Felix narrowed his eyes cautiously. Even if this entire town was made of ice, there still wouldn’t be enough to create so many large scale constructs. So either this ice user could create ice himself, or he was lowering the temperature of the water vapour in the air to freeze it.
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“Gee, that’s frightening,” Compress commented. “This guy is big trouble, and it looks like Dabi’s scorched skin is beginning to fall off too.”
“Dabi’s flames are consuming his whole body,” Spinner said urgently. “He won’t be able to last much longer. Sentinel, you need to end this now.”
The psychic took to the air, while telekinetically pulling Dabi away from another barrage of ice.
“What’s the big deal, you guys?” the fire user growled as Compress held him back. “It’s rude to butt in on a one-on-one fight, y’know?”
Felix ignored him and continued soaring towards Ice man. His eyes glowed fiercely, and an ice dragon disintegrated from behind him. The boy folded his arms, staring down his foe.
“If it isn’t the mighty Sentinel himself,” Ice man scoffed. “In the future we’re aiming for, the strength of someone’s power will be directly linked to their place in society. There’s no value to life other than the amount of strength you wield. I will be heavily rewarded for taking you down.”
“Tch. Tell me something, ice man.” Felix smirked. “Do you even know how to kill me?”
“I can ask you the same thing. In this humid air, my power is infinite. It will take more than an army to stop me.” The man lifted his hands dramatically. “The name’s Geten, by the way. Thought you might wanna know before freezing to death.”
The temperature in the air dropped drastically as five more dragons burst towards Felix. He slapped the air in an exaggerated motion, and the sheer telekinetic force shattered all of them into fine shards of ice. But Geten had more tricks up his sleeves.
Felix transformed into a pink blur as he darted around in the air, dodging the hailstorm intent on pelting him to death. The boy’s eyes hardened with focus. This was quickly shaping up to be an endurance match, and Geten was obviously a master at cryokinesis. With these many weapons around him, he would win without a doubt.
“Enough!”
Blinding light enveloped the town for a brief moment, before the boom followed. Broken ceramic tiles slid pathetically on the floor as half of Deika city lay in ruins. Felix tilted his head slightly, grinning at the dumbfounded cryokinetic whose mask had also fallen off. Geten regained his composure quickly, reforming more ice from the air.
“I see now. Your power is to simply manipulate. But mine is the power to bring everything to my heel. Mine is the power to control,” Felix said, stretching out his hands as his aura grew brighter. “Mine is the power to create!”
The boy shrieked in effort as psionic energy choked his surroundings. He clenched his fist, and they took form. Felix took the time to savour the terror in his foe’s expression. After all, Geten was looking at a buffet of warriors from every age.
Psionic soldiers equipped with firearms brandished their weapons threateningly, while translucent tanks practically covered the horizon behind them. Even higher above them stood dragons and monsters from mediaeval stories, all primed and raring to pounce on their opponent.
“How’s that for an army?”
Felix pointed at Geten, and his psionic army followed. Pink clashed with white in a spectacular battle of the ages, while their respective generals commanded their every movement from the sidelines.
“Master Shigaraki!”
Both Felix and Geten turned their attention to the deafening roar. The boy widened his eyes in pleasant surprise. Gigantomachia had located them, and was charging towards a crumbling building not too far away from them.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Felix muttered. “Tomura actually did it.”
Movement flashed from the corner of his eye. The boy gasped, reacting too late to the ice pike plunging towards his face-
“Not so fast.”
The ice user plummeted to the ground with a yell as Spinner sliced off the stake, pushing him back down. Cracking sounds erupted all around them as the ice constructs collapsed. The psionic army evaporated into the air as Felix relinquished his hold on them as well, and landed beside his comrades.
The League Of Villains approached their felled enemy.
“Cheap shot, Geten.” Spinner pulled out his knife, pointing it at the man’s throat. “Give us one reason why we shouldn’t kill you right now.”
“Stand down. There is no more need to fight anymore,” Shigaraki’s voice crackled in their earpiece. “We have come to a truce.”
Geten’s expression froze too, as though he had received similar instructions from his own boss. Spinner slowly let him go, and the man got up to his feet, patting the dust from his clothes. Everyone took a few moments to stare at each other in confusion, before Felix broke the silence.
“Well, you heard the boss. Our fight’s over.”