Internship Time! (Closed, Sigga)

Stretching had always been the best part of any sort of workout or training for her. It was kind of like a self-massage. There was never any concern of getting exhausted either. The only issue was the promise of more laborious tasks lying in wait right after.

Given the opportunity it was an easy decision to make, extending the duration of any pre-workout stretch. This time, however, it didn’t look like Sigga would need to put in any effort in procrastinating the actual start of training.

She didn’t notice the sigh of exasperation coming from her peer until he began to speak. At first there wasn’t much for her to think about, but as the monologue went on and on, Sigga found herself staring at Jun with marked perplexion.

Her mouth hung ajar as she froze in the midst of a supraspinatus stretch. She had expected to receive some suggestions or recommendations as to what kind of fighting style she should pursue, followed possibly by some coaching intermingled with physical torture. Like last time. Instead she was faced with a tirade that seemed to criticize her on a more personal level.

Still stunned, Sigga’s gaze followed the Sport Festival’s champion as he marched off. As he reached the corner of the room, the girl began looking frantically around. She half expected some sort of metaphysical explanation to present itself, clarifying the situation to her. When none did, her mind began sifting through what had just occurred.

Though her mouth still gaped the rest of her expression replaced some of the puzzlement with a hefty dose of indignation. Barely shows any conviction???! The words echoed loudly within her own skull. She didn’t voice them aloud. To yell across the room as her rage began to bubble to the surface would be far too demeaning of her. It also would be a colossal understatement to say she took exception to Tomoshibi’s review of her.

In the last few days Sigga had eavesdropped on the mind of a trauma victim, been attacked and nearly killed by a Villain, ran ragged while her peer took satisfaction in motivating her by way of electrocution, and, to top it off, continued training right afterwards until she literally. Could. Not. MOVE. All of this had been during her internship. And she had come back today to continue the madness. Willingly. Yet this little guttersnipe had the gall to question her conviction?!

Sigga’s face contorted into a sneer. She had tried remaining amicable despite the circumstances, but even this fish wasn’t about to let someone her age... coerce her into whatever his idea of her compliance might be. He didn’t want to help? Fine with her.

The girl turned away from her new detractor and returned to stretching.

She was under no illusion that she could really use some help in training, but defeating Firebrand tomorrow was hardly a make-or-break type situation. Her chances of success were abominably slim. But she’d lose as many times as was necessary to come out on top. Even if she was annoyed with the whole process of the thing.

Her stretching routine shifted to her legs where she continued the rather lengthy and admittedly complex number of stretching exercises the first-year UA Physical Education instructor had taught the class. She had always thought the number of different stretches they were supposed to do before training to be rather ludicrous, but the anger that burned inside her now provided ample fuel for the wayward teen.

The pre-workout was used as much to warm up her muscles as to cool down her mind. With the exercise coming to a close Sigga realized that she’d have to come up with a training regime all on her own. This… was actually not a problem. Well, it was, but not in the sense some might find it.

Much of her life came with little guidance, forcing the orphan to lean into developing her… heuristics. It wasn’t so much about making the perfect improvised decisions so much as making them quickly and learning from the experience. And so, without so much as a pause after finishing her stretches, Sigga transitioned straight into her next warm up. Running laps around the room.

Her opinion of running hadn’t changed from the previous day. She hated it. But it also was what the Pro Hero leading the Flame On agency had subscribed her to the other day. Sigga took that information and… ran with it. It provided the additional benefit of giving her a bit of time to brainstorm what her follow-up would be. That was the real pickle.

Like last time the run started out quite slow. Maybe even slower than before. Without any punishment-like-incentive, Sigga was able to set her own pace. It was one thing to run ragged and an altogether different matter to give the body time to recover in between exertions. For as long as she was left to her own devices she’d be sure not to burn herself out like yesterday.

As the novice made her way around the room, she took stock of her own breathing. The almost leisurely pace made it easier for her to tune into her own body and her mind was allowed to note the changes she was going through quite easily. This… was a strange experience. Sigga seldom got the opportunity to run in a peaceful environment, in or outside the UA.

Her breathing was barely faster than when at rest. She glanced to the side of the room, eyes drifting up to the large wall clock mounted just below the ceiling. Two boney fingers pressed against her wrist as she processed the simple math and figured out her heart’s BPM.

After several minutes of allowing her body to warm up, Sigga increased her pace to that of a jog. Again she took note of how hard she was breathing and calculated her heart’s BPM. Then her speed slowed so her body could recover.

There was something beguiling about paying attention to numbers and how her body felt as well as the arbitrary method in which Sigga noted how hard she was breathing. She continued increasing and decreasing her speed in an almost perpetual loop, each acceleration greater than the last.

Finally, when she felt going on longer might risk the same outcome as yesterday’s run, she quit.

Sigga stumbled her way over to her water bottle. The pink, synthetic cylinder stood where she had left it. Drops of condensation had since formed, wetting the girl’s hand as her oversized digits closed their grip around the container.

She popped its top and took a swig, dropping herself to the floor as she did so. Her heavy breathing paused so her mouth could expeditiously drain every drop of dihydrogen monoxide that was available. It wasn’t enough.

Sigga shook the bottle which gave off a strange rattling sound. Perhaps leaving it overnight in the freezer hadn’t been such a good idea after all. There was still a large chunk of ice inside that had yet to thaw out.

A hissing sigh escaped her lips as she spun in her seated position before pushing off the wall with both feet. Her rump slid backwards and she lowered her bald head to the floor with a thud. Her heavy breathing from the lengthy run was now allowed to resume.

There was a slight twitch to her lips that hadn’t been there before. She wasn’t sure why it was there. Sigga still didn’t like running. Running sucked. And yet… Weird, her mind concluded. She was tired, but it was like a good tired, whatever that meant.

Her fingers drummed listlessly over her abs. Then a thought occurred.

Sigga sat up suddenly, staring down at herself. Then her head began to swivel to see if anyone was looking in her direction. It was just Jun and her, and he seemed to be glued to his phone. Good.

It was… a bit of a struggle. After several moments of rustling about, the fish managed to somehow withdraw one arm into her hero suit which, in turn, assisted in widening the collar enough so she could… well, so she could peek down at herself.

The collar snapped around her noggin as her hand withdrew its assistance, leaving only her head fins and back of head sticking out. She couldn’t see anymore, which was a bit of a problem. So she simply wiggled her one arm inside the suit until her fingers finally found her gills.

That had been the goal of this strange pursuit; to see what her gills had been up to. After she had gone home yesterday she had discovered the fleshy lining had swollen a bit. Not a lot. Nothing to be alarmed over. And after a cold shower and some overnight rest they had recovered and returned to normal, but she simply had to check to see if her second day of running hadn’t mimicked the previous day’s results.

Much to her relief, it hadn’t. At least so far as she could tell from the feel of things. Before she could further study herself, Sigga’s investigation was cut short. The back of her dome picked up the sound of her name being uttered by a familiar voice.

The black neoprene made a suctioning sound as a slightly-embarrassed Sigga popped back out from inside her hero suit. Apparently Firebrand had arrived at the precise moment to witness her goofing off. Not that she was goofing off or anything, despite what it looked like. His timing was impeccable though.

She dismissed the feeling of nervousness and got to her feet, embarrassment quickly replaced with relief now that someone more disciplined was present to give her some direction. The fish followed him out the room.

Her heart rate had returned to normal by this point. Sigga hadn’t come up with a follow-up to her warmup but it looked like that burden wouldn’t be for her to solve. She quickened her steps to match the pink haired man’s stride, curious as to where he was taking her.

After a few moments of quiet the fifteen-year-old found her gaze and thoughts drifting towards some nearby agency members. She was brought back to rapt attention at Firebrand’s sudden breaking of the silence. The subject of conversation, however, wasn’t what she had expected.

At first the bald girl didn’t realize who he was talking about. When she finally clued in, her brows furrowed. Sigga wasn’t sure what point of Jun’s she was thought to be proving, but it was stranger still for the Pro-Hero to be under the impression that she was somehow expected to care what the blond thought. He clearly must have missed her interaction with the male student yesterday, and he certainly wasn’t present during today’s. That was something she might have to clear up at some point.

The question that followed the Pro Hero’s initial query didn’t help clarify things for her either. Though it didn’t sound like he was expecting an actual answer, the man having replied to his own rhetorical question as soon as he asked it. When he concluded by asking a third, inquiring if she had something to share, it finally seemed like she was expected to say something.

“Uh...” It was the infamous filler sound a teen was oft heard uttering as their thoughts carefully arranged the words that were to be spoken. She took his interest as being an offer for her to speak whatever was on her mind rather than have the girl comment on something specific. So she did.

“Jun’s kind of a…” Sigga paused, leaving the sentence unfinished. She had been about to say bully, which would have been an accurate assessment of her interactions with the blond, but the wayward fish’s survival instincts kicked in, cutting the line short. She didn’t know if she could trust the man next to her with this revelation.

Firebrand definitely fit the role of an authority figure. He was a Pro-Hero, ran his own agency, and was an instructor at UA. Those weren’t strikes against his character, but Sigga had encountered precisely zero authority figures that left her with a positive impression. She suspected it might have something to do with the old adage regarding power and corruption. Jun had exhibited those characteristics she was wary of in adults when he chose to electrocute her and coerce her into some form of compliance with that odd philosophical rant of his.

Instead she circled back to Firebrand’s first question about Jun. “I don’t care what he thinks.” Her tone was casual and matter-of-fact. If he held the blond on some sort of pedestal she’d learn soon enough. Hopefully the pink haired man and his other pupil weren’t, like, related or something.

After some silence, the man spoke up again. Siggs’s waterbottle dangled from a pink strap around her wrist as she listened with curiosity. She almost interjected at the comparison he made between the two of them about being unwanted, but the story started to get interesting at that point so she let the comment slide.

“You got arrested?!” The fish snapped her mouth shut.

She listened to the rest of the tale in silence without interrupting again. There hadn’t been much left for the man to say and his story quickly switched over from something that interested the fish and gained some commiseration, back to an accusatory account of her ethos. She didn’t like the tone or the presumptions that came with it.

Once again she let the remark slide, choosing to focus on the question instead.

Sigga started with a half-hearted shrug, “I donno. Cause heroes are dumb? Uh… no offense. Idontmeanyou.” She quickly backpeddaled the comment, then decided to stop walking on eggshells. He clearly wasn’t being as selective with his words. Sigga paused her walk for a moment, then started back up again.

“I’ve…” Another pause. “Nearly every encounter I’ve had and story I’ve heard on Pro Heros hasn’t painted them in a positive light,” said the disillusioned teen. “I’m not a kid anymore. I can see the world for what it is. And it’s ugly.” Sigga crossed her arms. “Maybe that’s just how it is back in America. But I’ve met the UA principal. I’ve spoken to my… handler...” She didn’t know if parole officer or handler sounded worse, “And I’ve...” her eyes narrowed as she gave the agency leader a knowing glance, “-met the students; the future’s Pro Heros. Are you impressed by them?”

Arms still crossed, the impressionable first-year UA student looked up at the man. Her question had been very open ended, giving the archer the opportunity to criticise those enrolled at UA as he saw fit. Including the intern he was speaking with.

Her pupils dilated at the two raised fingers. Twice?!?

Sigga had already been aware that plenty of Pro-Heroes back in America at one point or another may have had run-ins with the law. Heck, some even had criminal records. At least according to social media, but who knew how much truth there was to that. It had been a topic of heated political contention on the news at any rate.

The girl had always assumed Japan was far, far more strict in granting Hero licenses. Those assumptions had all been her uninformed conjecture rather than having any basis in fact.

Sigga didn’t necessarily believe getting arrested should void a person’s employment opportunities in the Pro-Hero field. There was a line there, however. A line that in her limited experience and admittedly uninformed opinion had often been crossed when it shouldn’t have. In some instances the opposite had occurred. The chance to do good by those beaten down by archaic measures in the name of “justice” had effectively cripled the arrival of any meaningful change to a broken system. Mostly, though, she noticed that many Pro-Heros had managed to avoid entanglements with the law despite having absolutely no business being Pro Heroes. Her parole officer was one such example.

The snake lady, though ruthlessly effective at her job, had time and time again crossed lines that Sigga believed should have had her sacked. Apparently having a family with bottomless pockets, hands in every media outlet, and hefty political backing resulted in the snake simply being benched for now; forced to occasionally babysit the teenage fish and others of her ilk. Life just wasn’t fair.

The trainee’s arms remained crossed. Two ribbons of fine, fleshy, purple pterygiophore narrowed along with Sigga’s eyes at the promise of the not-a-lecture-but-sounding-like-one. Her mental fort braced itself for the imminent spiel.

She listened attentively, the pink-haired man seeming to echo much of her own worldly observations rather than revealing anything new at first. The day’s shift from her personal training to a philosophical discussion was not one she had predicted. But then little of what occurred during her internship had been expected. At least she didn’t have to spend more time with Flame On’s other intern.

The story of a Japanese Pro Hero collapsing a school wasn’t one she’d heard previously. It must have happened before the fish’s recent arrival in the country, otherwise she would have remembered it for certain. Still, as far as Pro Hero incongruities were concerned, Sigga would rank property damage as relatively benign on the list. Though… maybe less so if it did go alongside trapping children and teachers in the rubble. But that was relative. And as bad as that was, the bald teen had witnessed far worse. At least back in America anyway. An unfair comparison.

Suffice to say, she and the pink-haired man were largely in agreement on that topic. But when the subject switched to his review of his students, their thoughts differed substantially.

Sigga even let out an derisive hiss under her breath, her equivalent of a snort, when Firebrand praised Jun’s cooperation. The two of them starting off on the wrong foot had little relevance to her view of the blond today. Heck, she barely remembered their first encounter besides him having made some sort of fish-flavored joke or something. But that was par for the course.

Most of the people she’d ever met had made fish jokes in front of her, each one of them clearly thinking they were the first person ever to think of whatever “clever” piscene quip they happened to say at the time. But they weren’t the first. Nor were they clever. She had heard the joke before. She’d heard all of them. A million times. It was difficult to expect anything else, though it was still plenty annoying. That was hardly the issue she had with the young man, though.

When Firebrand started making excuses for the blond, Sigga had to briefly turn her head away so he wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. So he DID see him shock me… Sigga thought to herself. And yet the man hadn’t thought to intervene. He was even defending the other student.

Whatever the Firebrand’s assessment was of his other pupil, he was simply wrong. Of that Sigga was certain. It also meant she couldn’t trust to confide in him. At least now she knew. Knowing where he stood on the matter somehow made it better, even if their views were polar opposites of each other.

She uncrossed her arms as they continued walking. Some of the tension in her shoulders seemed to ease. Firebrand was now confiding in her some of Jun’s personal matters. His backstory, so to speak.

It was strange to hear. Awkward even. She didn’t know why he was telling her this. Or… maybe she did. It wouldn’t affect her, though. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but it didn’t endear him to her either. Sigga knew how to keep a secret. But that was it. She wasn’t so easily manipulated.

Her hands slowly found their way into the pockets of her shorts where they briefly rummaged around. One of them remained hidden there while the other withdrew a half-eaten granola bar, which the fish immediately began scarfing down. Her attention didn’t wane, however.

Sigga didn’t know this other Suzuki that the pink-haired man mentioned. Maybe the name had been dropped during some overheard conversation, but that was it. Hyou, on the other hand, was someone the fish was familiar with. She might even deign to call him a friend. Maybe this was why Sigga didn’t take too kindly to Firebrand labeling him as mentally stunted. That was just a rude thing to say about someone behind their back.

The girl’s incisors decimated the remains of the granola bar.

There was a bit of backpedaling Firebrand kept doing in their one-sided conversation. She didn’t know if this was something teachers were taught or what. First, tear someone apart with harsh criticisms, then posthumously soften the blow with a minor compliment or even a defensive quip. Sure, she did that too sometimes, but only when nervous. And she didn’t think Firebrand was nervous in front of her. Why should he be?

Sigga crumpled the wrapper into a tiny ball and hucked it at a passing garbage can. The crinkled plastic teetered precariously on the garbage can’s rim before concluding it was better to please the fish, and dropped into the waste container silently.

Instead of continuing on this particular line of their conversation, Sigga took Firebrand up on his offer. Something had been clawing at the back of her mind that she hadn’t planned on discussing, but this was the perfect opportunity to voice her thoughts. Maybe she could ease some of her subconscious worries and change the subject all in one go. “How’s Hush holding up?”

Sigga’s expression looked a little distant, thoughtful even, at the mention of the traumatized young man she had met on her second day of interning at Flame On. Perhaps she saw a bit of herself in the defiant cripple. Little would have had to be different for her life path to have led to similar circumstances. Heck, things had almost ended up worse. Those were unhappy thoughts though, and Sigga was quick to banish them from her mind.

Though presumably unintentionally, Firebrand managed to help eliminate the bald teenager’s negative mindset with a sudden tangent. Or rather, a return to an earlier topic of discussion.

Her observation spheres seemed to widen a little at the change in conversation. How was she always getting caught off guard like this? One thing was for certain. Just like in yesterday’s practice spar, she had completely underestimated the pink-haired man. The other day it was the creative bit of subterfuge he utilized with his bow. Now it was with some sort of social perception. Adults were scary like that. Well, some were.

The student had always thought herself as being pretty smart; attentive to body language and subconscious cues that let her read a person without using her Quirk. Though she couldn’t say for sure, it seemed like Firebrand was several dozen levels above her in that respect. That realization led her mind onto another track. What was his Pro-Hero rank? Was that something she had looked up before and forgotten? Or did her casual stalking of the man’s online profile not turn up that particular tidbit of information?

These questions were quickly jettisoned in lieu of her having to focus on parsing some sort of reply to what he was currently saying. “Uh…” said the fish.

Firebrand’s mention of backtracking showed some sort of introspective side of him she hadn’t expected. But Sigga seemed to have become quite good at not expecting things by this point. She should just go ahead and list that on her CV.

“Uh, I guess?” she replied. His phrasing of that question regarding communication seemed… strange to her. Like it was some carefully worded observation on her… observation skills, or something.

Her gapping jaw snapped shut at the mention of Jun’s motivation tactic during her run. She almost retorted with a snide comment, but stopped short as Firebrand continued explaining his observation. Well of course she hadn’t reported it. In her worldly view, such an action would only inflame a situation. Escalate instead of mitigate. It was far easier to run from such a problem. Which she had. Literally.

Her teeth began nervously biting her bottom lip before she realized what she was doing and stopped it. With his clear mastery of reading body language, at this rate it wouldn’t surprise her if that little nervous tick was enough for Firebrand to tell what she had for lunch three Wednesdays ago.

Reporting the incident was something someone that was more hero material than her would do. But if she didn’t report it now that the subject was brought up then she’d look like a hypocrite and a fool. Once again Sigga wasn’t sure what was worse, looking foolish or prideful. Or maybe she did know, which was why the intern nodded her head solemnly at the suggestion.

If there was one thing this internship had done a spectacular job of, that was dragging the fish out of her comfort zone.

“Not really,” she said at last, at the man’s final question. “-or,” she began again, hesitant to make the request. “Uh, is there anybody else I could train with instead?” The look of apprehension on her face made it clear that she wasn’t feeling too hot with the idea of doing anything alongside the blond. Especially if she was to report him to HR or whatever.

While she had plenty of reason to make the request, there was still a nagging feeling of guilt at the back of her mind. It felt rather prissy of her to be making any sort of request after having been accepted to intern at the agency. She felt a little like she was taking more than she was giving back. This was her first time participating in anything resembling an internship though.

The fish had no more questions for Firebrand, nodding her head in the negative. With that, the two of them headed back towards the training room.

There was plenty of time for Sigga to think during the walk back. Her previous review of Flame On’s head had long since been jettisoned, though a new judgement had not replaced it. It was… weird. She was now finding herself curiously incapable of deciding what she actually thought of the pink-haired man. For someone who spent a relatively inordinate amount of time expounding, the Pro Hero somehow remained an enigma to the bald student. This bothered her. What’s more, the fact that it bothered her, bothered her as well. It all harkened back to her survival instincts.

Being able to quickly identify who or what was a threat and to what degree was an innate part of Sigga’s personality matrix. She couldn’t know how best to avoid exacerbating a deteriorating situation if she couldn’t understand how each piece on the board functioned. While other student’s took a more hands-on approach to life’s problems, Sigga was more prone to overthinking a situation. She was now becoming a bit more aware of this flaw in her character. And so, the teenager discarded the rest of her thoughts on the pending situation. She’d simply take things one step at a time.

Before long, Sigga found herself being introduced to Flame On’s sidekick, Haruka. It had come as a bit of relief to hear Firebrand already had someone in mind for the intern’s request. She followed the woman’s instruction through the complaint process before following her to the training room. The fish secretly hoped that would be the end of that topic. Escalating a situation in any manner, even if it was the morally sound thing to do, went against her instincts. At least for now she had something else to focus on.

Firebrand had, at this point, left the two of them to their thing. Or three of them, rather. Sigga could see Jun was still in the room from the corner of her eye. He certainly wouldn’t know yet of the complaint she had reluctantly filed against him. Hopefully it would stay that way. At least until her internship finished, if not for good. Once again she dismissed the errant thoughts in order to focus on the task at hand.

Sigga stood across from Haruka in the center of the room. She didn’t know anything about this woman, but the fact she was a Sidekick at Flame On could prove a colossal boon to her upcoming match. Who better to inform her of how to take on the agency’s head.

She nodded as Haruka spoke. Sigga had loads of questions about the archer, but she’d start with the most basic, fundamental piece of insight she needed regarding her future spar. “Can I win?”

Whether Haruka had any insight on Sigga’s capabilities, like from reading the agency’s file on her or having witnessed her previous match, was something the fish did not know. But her new instructor surely recognized the pink-haired man’s capabilities and had some inside knowledge on how he sparred with his interns. What Sigga wanted to know was if she had any chance of beating the man even with all the handicaps of those extra weights he had tying him down or if the match was simply meant to test her capabilities as well as her character when facing an insurmountable challenge.

Whatever the answer, Sigga wasn’t going to simply cop out. But if Firebrand really was too experienced for her to defeat then she could focus more on her endurance rather than gambling at risky tactics that would prove futile anyway.

The smooth-domed fish’s eyes widened, brow furrowed, and upper lip twitched involuntarily, completing Sigga’s look of bewilderment. She had expected to be given low odds, but the numbers Haruka spoke had been… unanticipated. That’s… basically one in three, she thought to herself, simplifying the estimate.

Sigga snapped her gaping mouth shut before someone could pour sand into it or something. She was still coming to terms with those odds. If the woman had suggested a percentage reduced by a factor of ten, it would have elicited less of a reaction. In her mind, Haruka’s appraisal of her chances of success were, well... astronomical.

“You really think so?” Sigga said, head listing to one side. Despite being told she was more likely to lose than win, the words had elicited a rather positive reaction in the intern.

Haruka explained, having observed or possibly heard second hand about the youth’s previous spars with Firebrand. Sigga had gotten close. The fish hadn’t quite realized the significance of this accomplishment, but it sorta made sense in hindsight. It stands to reason that the pink-haired man was more capable at range than up close. Especially when weighed down. It wasn’t reason enough to underestimate him in close quarters, however.

Sigga listened to the rest of the green-eyed Hero’s reply, nodding briefly before standing in silence for a few moments as her mind processed her thoughts. It sounded like Haruka was willing to spill the agency head’s strengths and weaknesses, but the woman wouldn’t simply serve him up on a platter. Sigga’d have to ask the right questions. “Hm...”

The intern crossed her arms, tapping one oversized index finger against her nosecap in contemplation. There were just so many things to ask. Where should she begin?

She pondered on the previous fight, a slight curl returning to her lips. Sigga was remembering how Firebrand had surprised her with the fact he didn’t need a physical bow to fire his arrows. His Quirk could just manifest one out of thin air. That had really caught her off guard. She shouldn’t have assumed. The topic of the man’s Quirk seemed like the most obvious subject with which to start.

“So,” Sigga began, chuckling at the memory, “I found out that Firebrand doesn’t actually need a physical bow to use his Quirk. He just sort of-” and the girl flicked her hand through the air as if conjuring an imagined weapon, “-and he’s good to go.”

The girl uncrossed her other arm, bracing her wrist against her hip as she continued. “Does his Quirk involve anything besides, uh, Incendiary Archery?” Sigga didn’t know what to call his abilities, or what description the agency used when referring to his Quirk. There were a lot of things she wanted to ask about his ability, but first she wanted to confirm he didn’t have a dual Quirk like she did.

And speaking of needing a bow, “- and does he even need a bow, period? Like, can he just conjure up a javelin or Kamehameha someone’s ass with a ball of fire?”

It was an alarming thought, fighting someone with a Quirk that versatile. While Sigga hadn’t actually seen Firebrand manipulate flames without a bow there was something about his Quirk she had observed. “I noticed that there was some, uh, variation to the fire arrows he could shoot… I think.” In the heat of battle she hadn’t quite figured out the minutiae of the searing arrows. It was difficult, to say the least, taking mental notes on an opponent's Quirk while simultaneously trying to avoid getting flambéed. “Any insight on, like, the, uh, properties of the arrows he can fire?”