[centre][h2]Dietrich Konig - Aegis[/h2][/centre]

Rolling his shoulders, Dietrich stepped forward, loosening his muscles as he prepared to take a swing at one of Japan’s top heroes. If he was afraid at the prospect then he didn’t show it, if anything he looked eager.

He didn’t bother changing into his costume as he approached; it was barebones to begin with and didn’t offer anything that would help him in this little test. Mostly it was designed to cover for the few things his Quirk didn’t already protect him against, mostly airborne substances and temperature, neither of which applied in his fight since as far as he could tell his opponent’s Quirk wasn’t either of those. Decay. Dietrich honestly wasn’t sure if his barrier would protect him against however that worked; only that it was debilitating and occasionally fatal to those it was used on.

Would she go that far in a fight like this, against her own students? Would she cripple them, or even kill them, on their first day? She’d talked a lot of talk about pushing them to their limits, about how they’d come out of here better than Zeal or not at all; didn’t mean she was serious about it or that she’d get away with it if she was. There had to be limits to what even this country would allow its top heroes to get away with, right? Then again…

Dietrich smirked, all teeth and no humour. Yeah, she just might go that far. He’d agreed to train under a real piece of work hadn’t he?

[color=ed1c24]“You? Outmatch me? Don’t be conceited.”[/color]

[i]Deserve.[/i] Interesting choice of words for something that wasn’t a reward in his eyes, but instead a burden, a calling. [i]Worthy[/i] would have been the better term, as far as he was concerned. Being a hero wasn’t a privilege to be doled out, not even by one of the few who called themselves the pillars; you either were or you weren’t.

Was he worthy?

He would be. Or he would fail.

Aegis didn’t fail.

He raised a hand and pointed at Snake-Eyes, index finger extended. [color=ed1c24]“Fall.”[/color] Aegis’ barrier, always active and invisible to the naked eye, extended from the tip of his finger as fast as he could make it move. It wasn’t a killing blow, for all that she had told him to come at her with intent to kill that just wasn’t his style, but it would strike a solid blow if it hit.

[@Blizz]