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PG-16 MHA 1x1 w/ Solimir

solimir

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Bakugou walked to the bot arena and began to fight the A.I.

After the cube partially melted, Tatsuo summoned his dragon claws and scratched at it.
 

solimir

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Once the cube was torn down, the white-haired male jogged to a different area with flying objects.

Bakugou kicked the robot square in the jaw, and watched as its head flung back.
 

Anti-sirenicaprohero

Seventeenth summer written by Yukio may
Ejiri was fighting the robot occasionally doing a back flip to keep from getting hit and he would kick the robot back in the process
 

solimir

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Tatsuo summoned his wings and stretched them out a bit to make sure that he wouldn't get cramps.

"Take that!" Bakugou growled as he blasted one out of the ring.
 

solimir

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The defeated robots vanished and 'spawned' again on a pad in the corner of the ring and only learned what they were doing to be better.

Tatsuo took off from the ground and dodged the projectiles flying in the air.
 

solimir

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"Ow," Tatsuo hissed, feeling something sharp cut his wing.

Bakugou kept swinging and blasting at the robots, and slowly got more powerful from all the sweat he was producing.
 

solimir

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Bakugou kept going, and his explosions got louder and louder.

Tatsuo landed down on the other side of the arena and sighed.
 

Anti-sirenicaprohero

Seventeenth summer written by Yukio may
Ejiri decided that he needed to try and use his flames and he held out his right hand. Golden flames dripped from his fingers turned into daggers on his fingertips and he readied himself then launched toward the robots his flame daggers digging through the robot and sent it flying out of the ring. He then winced and released his quirk his finger tips red and enflamed
 

solimir

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Tatsuo watched as the flying arena became more dense and packed with more obstacles to match his progress.

Bakugou took a break and wiped the sweat off of his face since it dropped into his eyes.
 

solimir

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Tatsuo flew up again and dodged most of the obstacles, scraping his ankle against a table.

Bakugou sighed and got back to fighting the bots.
 

solimir

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After a few more shallow cuts, Tatsuo deadpanned as he saw the already difficult arena morph into something that was almost impossible. β€œMy wings aren’t small, y’know,” he muttered.

Bakugou felt his muscles strain, so he stopped his fighting and went into one of the machines.
 

Anti-sirenicaprohero

Seventeenth summer written by Yukio may
Ejiri got up and he decided one more good push of his quirk would be good. He stood up and his hands lite up with golden flames and he looked at the bots
 

solimir

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After getting his scan, Bakugou went into a small room that became a tiny garden, where he was supposed to meditate. β€œOh, fuck.”

Tatsuo pushes himself into the air and tried to be minimal about his wingspan.
 
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