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[h3][color=b16edd]Reina Mori[/color][/h3]
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The combo attack hit, though not as cleanly as black-haired girl would have hoped.

Reina's active orb went out, her quirk having been pushed far beyond its limit. Without its help, the girl was forced to struggle painfully to try to get up, cursing as she glanced at her hands, the skin a dark grey. Grimacing, she told herself she'd practice harder. She'd push her quirk further and further every day so it would never fail her. Because without it, she was weak.

The girl forced herself to look up as she fought to stand. Rakshasa was ill?

She didn't have much time to process the information, as the villain lashed out again. Her eyes widened as she watched Takeshi get hurt protecting Aurelia. Heart sinking, and anger flaring anew at Rakshasa for hurting him, at herself for not having been able to do anything, and at Takeshi for putting himself in that position for Aurelia.

[color=b16edd][i]... Idiot...[/i][/color]

The girl did her best to resist the tentacle's pull, starting to feel panic now that her quirk was no longer responding to her no matter how desperately she was trying to reactivate an orb. Her attention was turned to Rakshasa's suicidal final act.

Panic rose sharply as she looked to Takeshi who was moving to her.

One last bit of energy. That's all she needed to find.

The girl [i]pulled[/i] with her quirk with all she had left. It was weak compared to how it was normally, but it was all she could do to try and get Takeshi away from Rakshasa. 

The tentacle stopped pulling her, and Takeshi collapsed by her. The girl gripped weakly onto the fabric of his shirt with her left hand, switching her quirk to a weak push to help keep the flames and heat off of them.

The explosion died away, and for several seconds after, Reina was still tensed up, feeling as though every muscle in her body was seizing against her will. Finally, she managed to relax slightly, the back of her head laying down on the ground, though her fingers still held his clothing. She turned her neck painfully to look at the boy who had come back from the dead.

[color=b16edd]"Takeshi...?"[/color] she managed between heavy breaths, feeling warmth spreading across her back. 

Her heart sank again. Red. He was bleeding heavily from what remained of his arm, and the wound on his chest. Beginning to panic again, she scrambled painfully to sit up slightly, pressing her hand into his chest to try and stop the bleeding there. Unable to use her right arm at all, she couldn't do anything to even try to help his other major wound. 

She couldn't even stand on her own, not fully realizing that half the pool of blood was coming from her as well. All the composure she had been granted from her unrelenting instinct had faded away now that the villains were gone--replaced by the sickening feeling of helplessness that made the girl so terrifyingly anxious. She could barely move, but she had to help Takeshi. He was hurt.

[color=b16edd][i][b]He's hurt he's hurt he's hurt--[/b][/i][/color]

[color=b16edd]"N-Nakamiji-san!"[/color] she cried out again, at a complete loss what to do with herself. [color=b16edd]"Takeshi's hurt!"[/color]