[MISSION] Delinquent Control [CE][C]

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CRASH!

The thug he had punched in the chest just moments below had accelerated towards a wall, colliding with the side of one of the shipping containers. Immediately there was an indentation as the guy fell forward and slack from the impact. At worst he'd have some sort of fracture, as the impact was distributed through his entire body making contact at one point as opposed to hitting it head-first or something. Next another thug had been sent cartwheeling through the air as Daiki tossed him aside to plow through the group. Flipping head over heels he landed far away from the rest of the group and while disoriented and bruised up, was still in the fight. Standing behind the group of them now, the moment almost played out in his head. Yet a wisdom beyond his age warned him that when something is too easy, there's a reason for it. He remembered the conversation he had with Isamu Suzuki, a classmate of his that gave him valuable intelligence on Akuma and his operation. Clever to the bitter end. It was no surprise that the head honcho hadn't shown his face, he'd do it when it was opportune. When the cards were to his advantage and right now since his quirk wasn't an obvious physical one, him being there didn't add much to their chances. In fact, he might just be nothing more than another one of the ragtag goons in terms of physical capacity.

Now fully aware of the idea of keeping checks on what was behind him; amplified because of just how many individuals were in this brawl leaving opportunity to flank at any point in time, Daiki made his next play. The Aqua bio-luminescence and flickering energy cooled to a darker blue. Was he shifting attack modes? What it meant wasn't necessarily certain, but his movements were noticeably slower. Still significantly ahead of what a Human should be able to do, but in comparison to the aqua glow before, it was incomparable. Still, it gave him an overwhelming strength to combat the numbers. With a grin as every single one of the goons in that group turned to face him, a little disturbed that two of their allies had just literally gone flying and one was already out cold. They attacked. Five of them currently able to do so, charging forward with whatever they had. Baseball bats, knives, this and that. Nothing pleasant or honorable, but fighting Villains was for the most part rarely about honor. The first two closed in, one with a bat and another with a knife. Raising his forearm upwards he used it to block the force of the weapon. Given the thug didn't have a way to put more power into a swing, it smashed into Daiki's arm and stopped immediately upon impact. It was like smashing solid obsidian. In truth it still hurt, but it wasn't anything even remotely worrying, like a small insect bite dispersed over a large area. Brief and immediately moved past. It might leave a mark but that was about it.

Then came the knife, a different weapon much more lethal than the first attack. Pushing himself into the figure with the baseball bat, the knife lunged passed him. With more than enough force to body check the bat-wielder, he raised his left leg to connect with the knife-wielders stomach. It went him flying overhead, sailing across the battlefield towards another group. He probably would harmlessly connect at best, it was the intimidation factor that held the most impact here. Two permanently out for the count, one recovering and another on the ground. That left three more attackers which followed in a split moment. One of them seemed to have brass knuckles, another was carrying what looked like a two by four in both hands while the last was a grizzly dude with not a wooden bat, but a metal one. The huge guy came in for an attack, though huge was relative. While some of the other thugs were average size, this guy was six two, exceeding the national average by a bit. Bringing the metal bat up and downwards, it was iconic of street fighting to instinctively go for the attacks that felt like they would hurt the most. Maybe that would be true, but they also took the longest to pull off, not to mention how telegraphed they were. Sidestepping the swing the guy right next to him with a two by four was cut short of an attempted swing when an efficient jab literally made him do a backflip, landing on the ground completely unconscious. That left the guy with brass knuckles. Though given their positioning the one with the metallic bat cut him off given Daiki's swift repositioning.

Taking a moment to recollect himself and put some distance with a quick jump away from them. He scoured his surroundings, made sure to glance over his shoulder subtly. At any point this would become something much more than it appeared to be. He couldn't pinpoint determine when Akuma and his closest comrades would make their move. Not to mention he knew little to nothing about Oni and Vanish. The smallest group was a fraction of what it was, with a total of three guys down. Two others were bruised up and injured from the impacts they'd received. One of which was still getting up to his feet while the other was scrambling to pick up his weapon.

Daiki kept an ear out towards his allies, taking into consideration any words they might share. However he'd done the most important thing and broken a hole out of the maw of the venus fly trap. With a grin on his face he'd brush a wrist to rub a bit of dirt from his face, kicked up from the fight so far. He seemed determined at least, and worryingly... In his element. It's safe to say he didn't hate the fighting itself.

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