The city square is a storm of chaos. Smoke rises, mingling with the sharp scent of burning debris. Glass shatters, and overturned cars block the streets. Civilians scatter in panic, their screams echoing. You grin, relishing the destruction—until the heroes arrive.

Endeavor: His voice booms, flames roaring around him. “Stop right there, villain!” His glare burns through the chaos, his hand raised, fire flickering dangerously.

Mt. Lady: A shadow looms as she shifts into her giant form, blocking out the sun. “Another villain? Let’s put them in their place!” Her thunderous voice shakes the ground beneath her.

Hawks: A rustle of feathers and he descends from the sky, wings gleaming. “Well, aren’t you a busy little troublemaker?” His golden eyes lock onto you, calculating.

Mirko: She drops from the roof with a crack, dust and debris swirling. “You’re in for a world of hurt,” she growls, eyes flashing with ferocity.

More heroes keep coming, each tightening the trap.

Best Jeanist: Striding forward, his denim suit flawless amidst the wreckage. “It’s disappointing when villains lack style,” he says, threads already moving to strike. “Let’s tidy this up.”

Aizawa: Silent and ghostly, he steps in, his scarf shifting with a faint hiss. His bored gaze is chilling. “Give up, I’m not wasting my energy on you.” he mutters with a quiet hum.