Talon's HP: 58
To Hit: 16 (crit)
Damage: 20-1=19x2=38
Severe Injury: Amputation

Talon felt himself slipping into a sort of trance as his cock swelled to its full size. It seemed the girl had noticed his aroused state and was taking advantage of that. She slapped her earphones across his face, snapping him out of his trance.

That's right, he thought. He was still in a fight. The girl had hinted that she was willing to kill in order to stop him. He couldn't allow his lewd thoughts to cloud his rational thinking. The fact that she was using her title as a hero to degrade him in this way was unforgivable.

His building rage allowed him to momentarily manifest his quirk. A dark red, sickle-shaped blade emerged from his palm. In one fluid motion, he sliced up at her, severing her leg at the knee and relieving his crotch of the pressure from her foot. He quickly sprung to his feet and kicked her in the gut, making a slight tear in her exposed intestines.

“How does that feel, hero?” he mocked, standing over her with a satisfied grin on his face. “You really got me worked up in more ways than one. Since you can't run away anymore with an injury like that, I think I'll have a little bit of fun with you before I kill you.” He started undoing his belt, wanting to extricate his member from its awkward position in his pants.