Hawks had just wrapped up a fierce battle with some heroes, his feathers singed and one or two bruises scattered across his skin. Most of his injuries were self-inflicted from pushing his quirk too hard, but nothing too serious.

As he surveyed the aftermath, his sharp eyes caught one of his fellow villains nursing some more serious wounds. With a sigh, he strolled over, crouching down beside them. His usual cocky grin was absent, replaced by a more serious expression. "Looks like you took a real beating. You want me to call for some help, or think you can tough it out?" His tone was casual, but there was a hint of concern underneath.