Everything happened too fast for him suddenly. Midoriya's eyes failed to catch Loma's movements as the girl skated on the ice and punched him. He bent forward to the strike, his breath knocked off of him. Before he could recover, or start thinking straight again, he felt his arm get snatched away. A foot was planted on his back, this time intended with more force, and easily pushed him off against the concrete floor. The boy could hardly let out a groan as he gasped for breath while losing some at the same time to the instinctive grunts to the pain. His free hand was scraping the floor hopelessly.
"Hggkkk..."
His head needed time to settle down and think.
"You're... nothing... like.... her..."
His mouth moved with no relation to his mind. He couldn't comprehend what was happening, but did not bother to stop. His hand stopped scraping the floor. It pushed against the cold solid substance. He pushed himself against the girl's force. The right arm tried to pull free from the grip. What was it that fueled him? Was it that teenage crush that mesmerized him? The hostility against Loma? The pure will to save his friend?
"She deserves MORE THAN YOU!"
Midoriya, instead of breaking free of her grip, got hold of her arm as he stood up. He pushed her leg away from him, knocking her off balance. Without giving her time to recover, he flipped her over to the floor.