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[img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/745993264418652175/909418367406997554/E_qJrXdXIAcIHqk_2_1.jpg[/img][color=gold][h2][b]All Might[/b][/H2]
Toshinori Yagi[/color]

Chaos erupted before All Might had the chance to respond to either Joel or Ultron, a nearby building practically exploding into flames just down the street. He looked over just in time to see the tail ends of a red cape flutter by, it’s owner clearly flying away from the disaster. All Might couldn’t help but clench his jaw in clear anger. What kind of hero would ever dream of causing such terror and destruction?

Once on the ground, an all too familiar scene unfolded, rubble strewn about the once-peaceful city street, the sounds of distant cries for help and screams of pain echoing in his ears. It was an almost impossible task to hold himself back from jumping headlong into that building, but he knew it would mean he’d have less time against the main threat if he went ham on the rescue effort the way he used to. No, he wasn’t the headliner here, he was the pinch hitter. He had to save as much of his stamina as he could for when they faced Superman head on.

That didn’t mean he was completely useless, of course. First aid in disaster zones was the sort of skill heroes in his world [i]had[/i] to be thoroughly trained in and kept up to date on, or else they risked losing their hero license. All Might had always taken such training very seriously, to the point that he could easily be considered a combat medic if he wanted to, and that seemed to come in handy now. He made quick work of leading those that had jumped into Otto’s safety net towards the first aid camp, using his muscle form in brief bursts to carry those who had broken legs or otherwise couldn’t make it on their own.

Once most of those who were immobile had been brought back, he set to work on the task of triage, treating those with life-threatening injuries first. He would mostly make sure that major bleeds were at least staunched by thick gauze pads, giving the victims more time to be properly treated by Hershel or whatever paramedics could show up through the ruined street. Once the worst were attended to, All Might was kept busy treating things like burns, setting and binding broken bones, and stitching up lacerations as best he could, leaving the more complicated cases for the cleric to handle with his superior abilities in that field.

[color=gold]”Hey, listen — er, sorry, I don’t think I ever caught your name,”[/color] All Might began once he’d found a good enough pace to talk while treating the injured, directing his conversation towards Hershel nearby. [color=gold]”This probably isn’t the best time to bring this up, but I never got a chance to talk to everyone without Lex Luthor looming over our shoulders.”[/color]

All Might’s eyes darted down briefly towards the watch on his wrist, the one Lex had put on each of them. They’d been told they were communication devices, but the retired hero was sure that wasn’t all. There was no doubt in his mind that Mr. Luthor was using them, tracking each of their locations and possibly listening in for any hint of dissent or double crossing. He would have preferred to have this conversation somewhere that he could utilize the audio jammer built into his phone, but he knew better than to expect the ideal situation for such things, so he’d just have to live with the likely eavesdropping.

[color=gold]”None of this feels right to me. There’s no way I can imagine a hero completely turning his back on his principles and ethics out of the blue like this, and I don’t trust that Jeff Bezos lookalike to tell us the full story. I can’t shake the feeling that this [i]isn’t[/i] the real Superman, and he knows it. It’s probably not some imposter; I’m pretty sure it’s the real deal [i]physically[/i], at least, but… I can’t help but feel that maybe he’s being controlled, or he’s been brainwashed, or [i]something[/i].”[/color]

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