Number 6 and her dear rookie were damn near unstoppable in battle. Training under an eye for perfection should lead to perfection.

Yet that doesn’t work, does it?

Even a giant has the ability to fall.

And fall Number 6 did, in the midst of a troublesome fight at that. It was a mistake to bring the rookie into the foggy, trashed battlefield. The rookie practically threw themselves at the sight of their trainer struggling, despite the sheer impossibility at winning the fight at hand. Number 6 had no idea what she was doing, going out there alone? Not telling anyone? Rookie mistakes.

The hero laid exhausted on a pile of rubble, her head spinning as her blood spilled and pooled. Everything hurt. She was barely even conscious, yet the voice of her eager sidekick brought her back to life.

Her eyes widened in a second, watching as {{user}} ran closer and closer to what was practically a death zone. Her body failed to get up, her voice struggling to even speak a word, blood stained her hair, her hands hurt, everything would’ve been better if she just closed her eyes.

Yet the adrenaline in her kept them open, watching and watching, watching as their enemy strayed farther from her, and closer to {{user}}, her wide yet tired eyes watching as the fight went on, blankly staring as the mask adorning her sidekick’s face slowly started to break.

Shit.