He decided to worry about that factor later, raising a fist to render her unconscious, but hesitantly stopped when he heard a voice behind him.

"You should stop toying around with him, you know."

His eyes widened as the sound of ripping and scratching paper filled the air around him. His thoughts frantically wandered to thoughts of what her quirks could be.

Out of instinct, he unravelled the bondage around the figure before she could tear his weapon apart, and retracting back to him immediately, leaping backwards to gain some distance from her. His eyes widened as in her hands were long and sharp blades- swords, no- katanas. Katanas? Where could she possibly have gotten them from? Unless she has the same or similar quirk to Yaoyorozu? What are the chances of that however?

His breath heaved as he racked air into his lungs, the same dull, aching pain returning to haunt him as it coursed through his body, annoyingly nagging at every muscle of his to give up. Knowing he should minimize his movement to avoid more self-damage to himself, he steadied his breathing, waiting for his foe to attack.

"If you don't hurry up, I'll have Nomu deal with Eraserhead... and I want to save it for All Might. Do you think..."

He couldn't hear anymore of the villain's rant, barely just dodging the sudden and fleet attack of the female in front of him. As she slashed towards him at the right, he leaned towards the left, managing to kick off one of the blades from her hands. Distracted by this, this gave him the chance to land a fairly hard blow to her chest, sending her flying. Chasing after it, he attacked with his weapon, the matter wrapping around the figure like it had an intellect of its own.

He froze when he heard the sound of tearing of paper, paralzyed in place as with ease she had rendered his weapon utterly useless, cutting it to pieces. His shock overwhelmed him to the point, knowing he was overpowered greatly, a fickle battle of will, but it lasted only a second.

Still that second was worth everything, as pain ripped through his entire body, it was hot and boiling inside of him, the intensity increasing every moment. Cloudiness filled the brim of his mind as he searched what exactly his thoughts were, other than pain, losing his sense of surroundings. A numbness swept over him, and his hand instinctively went to the source of pain, trailing down to his stomach, feeling a smooth cold surface sticking inside of him. He felt its thickness reach all the way to his behind, a cool sensation dripping down his lower back and stomach.

He was still processing the pain, what exactly was happening, his mind was too fuzzy of overbearing complaints of the sensation that was ripping through him. In all honesty, he had never felt pain like this, he didn't know what to describe it, it was much like being punched in the gut, only so hard that it punctured through him.

As his hands traced over the object that was plunged inside of him, his lungs racked itself for air, he just noticed he couldn't breathe, as he struggled to grasp on oxygen, hardly being able to breathe in as a blob of some sort formed in the back of his throat, constricting the air ways. Rather than inhaling air, he choked, his body forcing him to remove the lump out of his throat. His legs trembled underneath him as he tumbled backwards, his arms unable to move to prevent the impact of the fall. He wheezed, arching his back upwards for air, then turning his head to side, finally being able to cough out the lump. His eyesight was blurred, but see just enough, as he looked at the puddle of blood around him, and a silver, metallic beam sticking out of him. Attempting to pull it out of him, he injured his only hands, cutting into them shallowly, only to have another hand, not of his, pull the blade out harshly from him.

Recalling the goal he had in mind, his eyesight cleared, still determined in obtaining that goal, as he grasped his stomach, his wobbly legs aching as he set down one foot, and a knee on the floor, attempting to get up, his eyes wavering slightly as they tried to focus on the figure in front of him. Weakly, he lunged his fists forward, only to trip on his own feet past the obscured person.

An arm wrapped around his stomach, preventing his fall, but its touch was almost poisonous and contagious. It was not of warmth, protectiveness, or kindness, no, the opposite.

A sharp point trailed the back of his right leg, stopping at the area just below his joint, and thrusting into his skin, piercing through and through, as another pained groan from his escaped, his legs now could no longer respond to him, relying on the figure's support to stand. The same pulsing, aching pain coursed through him yet again, but this time he tried to bear it, refusing to lose consciousness.

"You should be very proud of yourself. Not many can stay away from a wound like that. You're so amazing, Eraserhead..." a voice slurred. White noise had started forming in his ears, blinking his eyes exhaustedly, unaware of how much longer he could survive.

Yelling. Lots of angry yelling. He couldn't distinguish the words, but the tone was unpleasantly familiar. Then cackling and the booming of things. His mind pieced it together before his eyes could, and with a hoarse voice he screamed all he could. "Bakugo, don't!"

But it was too late, as the arm around his stomach removed itself, making his body fall onto the floor once again, and he watched in misery, twisting his head to watch as the student had rushed himself into inevitable danger.

It all seemed to happen in a second.

Lunging his right fist, the villain dodged by an inch, her hand flying towards his face, grabbing it securely, as he held him in mid-air, shifting her head to dodge the blow from his left hand, which tried producing an explosion.

The villain didn't seem to bother to use her weapons on the student, as she continued to remain in that stance, holding onto the boy's face.

Then, he felt it.

It boomed and echoed in his ears like they were heart beats. As it continued on for a few seconds, he noticed that Bakugo wasn't struggling anymore physically, but his eyes bulged as if insanity was wrapping around his mind. Then he realized, the beats, as it continued, were actual heart beats pulsing, becoming slower and slower.

After a few seconds from their first initial contact, she let her go, the boy falling onto the ground, unconscious, maybe even dead, he couldn't tell for sure.

A villain whose fighting skills were top-notch, with agility and reflexes god-like, usage of weapons expert level, and a quirk that could easily take out someone?

Someone like that shouldn't exist in the villain world... with someone so blessed, why a villain? Why not a hero?

Why couldn't he protect his students from someone like this?

The feeling of worthlessness and self-doubt settled inside of him as a rage boiled inside of him that was directed to himself. How could he be so weak? How could he? He was a hero, but he was easily overpowered. His eyes settled on the fallen form of Bakugo, almost relieved that he could feel his body rise and fall steadily, but then realized what this meant. He allowed a villain to harm a student? What kind of hero was he? How could he allow this as a teacher or a hero? How could he?

Realizing that the female was still there, just patiently standing for whatever, he took advantage that she was not on guard, and this coaxed an idea of ambush that could go successful.

This was no time for self-pity and negative feelings. Despite whatever he felt, it wouldn't change the fact that his students were in danger.

Setting his palm firmly on the ground, he balanced his weak arm that trembled steadily, before doing the same to his other arm along with his legs, pushing off with his arms to give enough force to stand, his hands out-stretched as his eyes searched for anyone's gazes on them.

Pouncing on the female, an arm wrapped around her neck as the other one tried to disarm her from her other blade, and when that was successful, it went to it's other arm's place, making the female gasping for air as he clenched tightly around her airways. Pained and quiet whimpers and groans escaped the villain's lips as she struggled to get a hold of the man behind her, her energy rapidly depleting as she was losing oxygen, until a final whimper from her fell on one man's ears, his red eyes snapping towards the sound as his mouth was agape, although it wasn't apparent.

In a flash, a huge bulk of black appeared in front of his eyes, and then a force like no other had shoved him off of the female, sending him flying to the floor, his bones practically breaking just from the impact of landing on the floor, his body rolling multiple times before reaching to a stop, his stomach facing the ground as his arms laid numbly next to his head. His eyes scanned the figure of what he assumed was what the hand man called 'Nomu.'

Groaning from the pain, his head was grabbed by one of the hands of the monster, before being smashed into the ground, fracturing the bones in his face, before doing this again, the pain tense and agonizing as it overflowed his systems and senses with nothing but the signal of pain. Even with this, his goal was still planted onto his mind, noticing the handman go for a student, his arm outstretched the same way the female had taken down Bakugou. Knowing that if he laid a hand on her, that she would immediately die, and with the remaining energy he had, he strained his head upwards while he activated his quirk, a fire burning deep inside him as this persistent determination sparked within him.

Someone's legs had blocked his view of what he could see, and as it neared closer, the overwhelming weight on top of him was removed. What had happened to the student, he couldn't see, but every part of him was hoping for a miracle to happen. His eyes squinted at the blurry sight of the black mask before him, feeling someone's fingers wrap around his chin, causing it to lift up to fully reveal the form of the previous villain, the female. His eyes locked with her hidden ones, staring at each other with some sort of curiosity. He couldn't stop staring, and he didn't know why, every instinct he had told him to look away and yet he didn't. Then a cloth covered his eyes, blindfolding him. He couldn't use his quirk.

Then, he heard it, felt the same sensation again.

The same echoing and booming erupted around him, but this time for his chest, as it beated and beated from his chest so loudly, it was the only sound he could hear over his gasping breath. More of the unbearable pain swirled in the center of his chest as his breathing seemed to even out into steady breaths. His eyes also seemed to want to give in, and his internal functions started to stop functioning for him as he lost his ability to move his limbs. Accepting his fate, he allowed himself to fall in what could be an eternal sleep.

A/N: I know what you're thinking, he could have used his quirk. Shhh, I know that too. It's a fanfiction let it go.