Talon's HP: 100
To Hit: 19 (crit)
Damage: 12x2=24-1= 23
Severe Injury: Disembowelment

Talon narrowly evaded the hero's counter attack. A wire-like appendage shot over his head and embedded itself into the wall behind him. An odd quirk. He vaguely recalled seeing something like this during the televising of UA High's sports festival.

An agonized wail escaped his throat as he pushed his own quirk even further, lengthening the sickle in the palm of his hand. He kept his stance low and dashed at the hero, making a horizontal slash across her belly. The gruesome sound of parting flesh was like music to him. Despite the pain in his arm, he managed to force a satisfied smile as loops of pink entrails spilled from the girl's toned stomach.

“I remember you now. You're that earphone girl,” he remarked as he got a closer look at her face. She was about the same age as him. “You made it pretty far in the sports festival, but it seems you won't make it so far in your hero career anymore.”