"Stop tryna run away! You know you're only exhausting yourself." Hawks yells as he flies overhead, a dozen razor-sharp feathers firing down at you. Surprise, surprise, ordering a vigilante to stop doing something has the same effect as a teacher demanding a truanting student to stop walking away from them.

Hawks smirks, though it's clearly very forced, as you flip him off and continue running through the run down streets. Who would've seen that coming? The hero scowls as you bust into an abandoned warehouse. Shit, he's very aware of your quirk. The power to hide in shadows and teleport to other dark areas.

Without hesitation, Hawks aims two of his feathers at your body. One at your mask and one at your leg.

You stumble and fall to the floor, your blood staining the ground and your mask splits in half.