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Nastasia was well aware of the power behind her quirk, and she had strengthened her body to help ensure she could withstand all of her fights. She had only fallen once in battle. That one time had costed Nastasia her entire career in Russia. She swore she wouldn't fall again.

Yet, here she was, bleeding out as a raging monster, she believed the hand man had called it a Nomu, screamed above her. She'd not only fallen hard, but now there were children present to be dragged into the fight.

Where did she mess up?

Dimitri had given her the run down before her and Kira jumped down.

They had both quickly taken down the weak villains, Kira using her earth abilities to immobilize the villains in the instance they woke up. They had both taken in effort to avoid the bird creature, as recommended.

It was going so smooth.

At least it was, until Nastasia noticed the foggy villain, which she realized was a warp gate user, disappeared. That was her first mistake. Not long after that Kira had been struck hard, the Nomu had managed to sneak up on her. His strength was quickly proven by the cracked rib Nastasia received from the blow.

Nastasia had gone for the man that was covered in hands then. While she managed to land a few good punches, she was forced to distance herself when his hand had latched onto her mask and it crumbled nearly instantly.

Nastasia racked her brain for the next move that had been made. Kira had started fighting the Nomu. However, it was made very clear quickly that the Nomu far outclassed the woman. Though Kira wasn't showing any of the wounds she was receiving, nor was she feeling them, Nastasia surely was.

Her problem was just beginning at that point, Nastasia realized now.

She had taken out the comic book with All Might. Given that character's power level, she was forced to draw back Dimitri and Kira. She knew that was one less person to help Eraser Head, but at that time she was too focused on the extremely strong creature in front of her.

However, fake All Might could not defeat the Nomu either. Instead he had been badly beaten as well. Any hit he landed instantly began to regenerate. Meanwhile any hit that fake All Might had taken were absorbed by Nastasia, and she did not regenerate.

Finally she had been forced to return fake All Might to his comic book. Nastasia herself lasted ten minutes against the Nomu before he had slammed her down and beaten her in.

Nastasia stared up at the Nomu, which had suddenly stopped as if a command had been given. She knew there was only one way she could possibly defeat the Nomu screeching at her, since clearly fake All Might had failed. That just ensured her that if All Might did actually show up in the flesh, he wouldn't be able to handle the Nomu himself.

"Russia's number one hero." A scratchy voice snickered, drawing Nastasia's attention up towards the hand man as he stepped to her side. "Without any of those characters, you're technically quirkless then, huh?" He began to itch his neck. "Your nothing without them. Pathetic. Just like all the other heroes, using others for your own gain."

Nastasia stared up at the man as he sneered down at her bloodied face. Her eyes traveled towards the stairs. Thirteen was down, and Aizawa was missing as well as a handful of students. She wasn't sure what had happened there.

"How are you so injured?" The man grinned, drawing Nastasia's attention back to him. "The Nomu hardly touched you. Yet you're covered in injuries, and there is a lot of blood pooling around you now." His grin widened as he lowered his hand towards her face, specifically her scar. "You're shaking in fear."

She had one option left. One which she really didn't want to do again. However, that was her strongest character. If she left things how they are, her students will be more in danger and not only her life will be at risk. Thirteen had already fallen, she wasn't sure about Aizawa, and students were missing.

"We have a saying in Russia." Nastasia stated, moving her hand towards the correct pocket, which she had memorized. He paused, intrigued of her next words. Nastasia opened the book, feeling the bookmarked page, and activated her quirk summoning the character. "(1)Glaza boyatsya, a ruki prodolzhayut,"

"What the hell does that-"

Not only was the Nomu shoved off of Nastasia, but the hand villain was shoved off to the side as well. A tall man stood between Nastasia and the two villains. Hushed whispers from the beyond surrounded the man as shadows of people surrounded him. He turned his head to glare at Nastasia, and she felt her control nearly slip. She just managed to keep her grip, just barely stopping the dark sword from piercing her skull.

"Take down the bird creature." She ordered, keeping her voice even.

"You're already weak." The man stated, a sneer forming on his face as he turned away from the bird and looked towards Nastasia. "One single thing wrong, and I'll get to finish that job that landed you that scar."

"Get to work, Hades." Nastasia ordered, wincing as she stood herself up. The weight of the summoned character was dragging down on her. She needed to keep the control up and return him as soon as he defeated the Nomu.

"Nastasia sensei!"

Sharp pain stabbed through her body as she snapped her head back to see Izuku rushing towards her. Her eyes traveled down and took in his broken fingers.

"Stop." She called, making herself stand taller despite the pain that shot through her body. She was Russia's number one hero, she couldn't afford to fall this quickly.

While Hades began to attack the Nomu, shadows from every angle shooting out and fighting the Nomu. The hand villain ran towards Nastasia, his hand outreached towards her.

She side stepped his lunge, her hand grasping the back of his wrist. When he swung his free hand to reach her, she moved her head and dodged his free hand then she reached her other free hand up and gripped his other wrist. She tightened her grip as he struggled in her grip. Lifting her knee, she kneaded the villain in the face before pulling him to the ground.

He let out a groan as he was shoved to the ground and he knee went on his back. She placed more weight on her other leg, making sure to avoid putting too much weight on the knee. It was simply to keep him in place.

She looked up towards Izuku, who was looking at her in shock. "What happened?"

"Uh- Oh! Thirteen was injured by the warp gate villain! Then before Aizawa sensei could stop him he warped the rest of the class all around." Izuku filled Nastasia in. "They said they're here for All Might-"

"Da." Nastasia nodded, then frowned as the pressure behind her summon grew stronger.

"Cheaters!" Nastasia looked down as the villain began to struggle under her. "You're a cheater! Heroes are all the same!"

"(2)Plokhoy tantsor vinit svoi yaichki." Nastasia stated shaking her head down at the villain before looking up at Izuku. "Get back up the stairs and join your class." She took a mental note to help him with his quirk later. His hand was out of commission now with his fingers like that. Though he hid it well, she could see the pain in his eyes. Since nobody else was going to give him extra training so he could learn to control his quirk, she would.

As Izuku moved to walk away, his eyes widened and he pointed to something behind Nastasia. However, he was moments too slow. Just as Nastasia was registering Izuku's hand direction, a bashing pain echoed in her head and she was sent flying.

Instantly her control over the villain she had summoned left as she skidded across the ground, blood running into her eyes. The villains conversation felt miles away as she felt the doom of the summon fall upon her.

"I told you." The voices crawled around her as Hades began to turn his attention away from the Nomu and towards Nastasia.

However, she couldn't react anymore. Her vision was blurred and going dark. Every part of her body ached. She swore she could hear her students calling out to her, though she wasn't so sure anymore.

Then, her body collapsed. Everything from the pain to the blurring of her vision had caught up to her.

As she laid there unable to move, Hades approached. In his hand was the book which contained him. Parts of his body were fading into words once more. He reached a hand out, waiting for the shadows surrounding Nastasia to bring him his prize.

Just as he moved to grip Nastasia by her neck, a gray scarf wrapped around his hand and threw him away from the female. When he turned his face towards the culprit, Hades frowned seeing a man with long scruffy black hair and unkempt facial hair. Behind him stood three shorter males, two of which had ridiculous outfits on. However, when he moved to attack the man, his eyes glowed red and his hair lifted.

Instantly, Hades's body melted into words and he was shoved back into the book he had been drawn from. His goal of killing his summoner stopped once more.

Shota scowled looking down at the book before switching his attention towards Nastasia. He just managed to make it to the woman and pick her up as the doors to the USJ busted down and a booming voice echoed throughout the building.

"I am here!"

Nastasia wanted to shake her head and plead for All Might to go. "He won't make it." She managed to whisper, Shota hearing her small comment and frowning. Nastasia had tried using All Might, who was in his prime, and he had failed. Current All Might, being sick, wouldn't stand a chance. 

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End of Chapter 7!

I wanted to try something a little newer in the beginning of this chapter, I'm not sure how exactly I like it. I'm open to opinions, and I'm sorry it lacked some of the details. This would be my third time writing the USJ and I wanted a slight different change of pace, plus I'm sure everyone else had read about the USJ many times in different fanfics, so maybe this was better?

(1) Glaza boyatsya, a ruki prodolzhayut : translation: The eyes are afraid but the hands are still doing it. The meaning of this phrase is basically feel the fear and do it anyway.

(2) Plokhoy tantsor vinit svoi yaichki : translation: A bad dancer blames his testicles. THe meaning to this phrase is a bad workman blames his tools.

This is not edited