another frenzied attack, her movements growing more erratic. (Y/n) ducked under one blade, spun to evade the other, and delivered a sharp kick to the villain's side, sending her staggering back.

Despite her opponent's superior reach, (Y/n) used her smaller weapon to her advantage. She darted in and out of range, her movements calculated and efficient. Her dagger parried a thrust aimed at her chest, and with a quick twist of her wrist, she redirected the blade upward, throwing the serpent off balance. (Y/n) took the opportunity to slash at the serpent's side, her dagger leaving a shallow cut in the armor, causing Venin to step back.

Growling in frustration, she lunged again, this time faster, her strikes a blur of motion. (Y/n) ducked under a diagonal slash and countered with a sharp upward jab of her dagger, forcing Venin to retreat. Pivoting on her back foot, (Y/n) closed the distance, her dagger aiming for Venin's ribs.

The villain blocked with one sword, bringing the second blade down in a vertical strike. (Y/n) raised her dagger, catching both swords in a grinding clash of metal. The sheer force of the impact sent sparks flying.

"You're pretty good with that little toy," Venin sneered, pushing down with her swords.

"It's not the size of the blade," (Y/n) replied, smirking as she shifted her weight and twisted her dagger, disarming one of Venin's swords in a swift, precise motion. "It's how you use it."

Venin growled, retreating a few steps before releasing a thick cloud of toxic green mist. The room darkened as the haze spread, obscuring her movements.

"Let's see how you fight blind," Venin's voice echoed mockingly through the fog.

(Y/n) closed her eyes briefly, focusing her energy to create a small force field; however, the faint glow under her dress intensified for a second, spreading outward in a wave of light. The mist evaporated as the golden energy illuminated the small area of the room in front, revealing Venin mid-strike before fading back originally but still slightly glowing.

"You talk a lot for someone who can't hit my vital areas," (Y/n) said, her voice calm despite the intensity of the fight

Catching Venin off guard, (Y/n) sidestepped the incoming blade and countered with a swift, precise slash to her opponent's armor, forcing her back. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/n) advanced with a flurry of quick, calculated strikes, her dagger moving like an extension of her arm.

Venin blocked desperately, her remaining sword clashing against (Y/n)'s dagger in a cacophony of sharp, metallic echoes. The villain attempted a wild overhead slash, but (Y/n) stepped inside her guard, deflecting the blade and slamming the hilt of her dagger against Venin's gauntlet, disarming her completely.

Instantly jumped back to retrieve the sword and went for a final strike where their weapons clashed again, the sound sharp and deafening. Venin snarled, using her superior strength to push (Y/n) back. But (Y/n) shifted her weight, letting the force of the blow carry her into a spin. Her dagger slashed horizontally, catching the serpent across the forearm and forcing her to drop one of her swords.

Venin growled in frustration, gripping her remaining sword tightly. "You'll pay for that," she spat, charging again.

(Y/n) stepped into the attack, parrying the downward strike and spinning inside the serpent's guard. She delivered a quick strike to the villain's knee with the hilt of her dagger, causing her to stumble. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/n) delivered a sharp elbow to the serpent's jaw, sending her sprawling to the ground, and used the bottom of her dagger to knock her unconscious. 

(Y/n) exhaled deeply, her breath shaky as the faint glow of her Narnian powers faded from her skin. The numbness in her foot surged forward, demanding her attention. She winced, bending slightly to examine the wound. Her thoughts raced, trying to assess the damage.

'It seems my Narnian powers managed to neutralize the effects of the poison during the fight, but now that they've deactivated, it's only a matter of time before it flows through my bloodstream. I don't have much of the vial left, but I need to save it for someone who might need it more than I do.'

Her jaw tightened with determination. Quickly, she ripped a piece of fabric from the back of her dress, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent moment. Her hands moved with precision despite the pain as she wrapped the fabric tightly around her injured foot to staunch the bleeding. The sensation was raw, the pressure biting, but she didn't let herself linger on the discomfort.

'I can't let this stop me. They need me.'

Pushing herself upright, (Y/n) steadied her breathing and began to run—or rather, limp as steadily as she could—toward the direction of her friends. Her focus sharpened as the sounds of combat grew louder, echoing through the hallway. When she reached the clearing, the scene unfolded before her.

Bakugou was in the air, weaving through the attacks of the hulking purple-skinned villain. His explosions lit up the space like fireworks, each one sending ripples of shockwaves through the room. Despite the immense size of his opponent, Bakugou's ferocity and agility made him an unpredictable target.

Meanwhile, Todoroki faced off against another villain. The air around him seemed to shimmer from the intense heat of his fire quirk, contrasting with the glistening shards of ice forming under his command. He sent alternating blasts of ice and fire toward his opponent, forcing the villain to constantly shift defenses.

'Where's Eijiro?' (Y/n) scanned the area but couldn't find him. Her chest tightened, but she shoved the thought aside for now. 'Focus on what's in front of you.'

Bakugou roared, his voice cutting through the chaos. "This ends now! Howitzer Impact!"

(Y/n) watched as Bakugou propelled himself high into the air, his explosions creating a spiral of momentum. He spun rapidly, the sheer force generating a tornado of energy. The speed and heat of his rotations created an audible hum that reverberated across the room. Then, like a meteor, he descended with explosive force, slamming into the purple-skinned villain. The impact created a shockwave that sent dust and debris scattering.

The villain staggered, his enormous frame crumpling as he hit the ground unconscious. Bakugou landed, his movements still brimming with intensity as he glanced at the result of his attack.

"Hell yeah," Bakugou muttered with a smirk, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Katuski, watch out!" (Y/n)'s voice rang out, snapping him to attention.

The other villain, locked in combat with Todoroki, turned his focus to Bakugou. Anger twisted his features as he launched a powerful blast of his quirk—a dense wave of energy that hurtled toward the blond.

Bakugou barely dodged in time, twisting his body in mid-air to avoid the attack. The sleeve of his tuxedo's left arm was torn to shreds, exposing his bare arm. He landed in a crouch, clenching his fists as sweat began to bead on his palms.

The villain paused, his gaze narrowing at the fragments of fabric and the shimmering liquid that had splattered on his hand. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, confused.

"That's the sweat from my palms," Bakugou explained with a dangerous smirk, rising to his full height. "And it works like nitroglycerin."

(Y/n) and Todoroki both gasped in realization, their eyes locking for a brief moment. They didn't need to exchange words; their instincts synchronized. Todoroki activated his fire quirk, flames roaring to life as they engulfed his left hand. At the same time, (Y/n) pointed both hands toward the villain, her fingers crackling with energy. Twin bolts of energy shot out, each one pulsing with power.

"Now!" (Y/n) shouted.

Todoroki unleashed a stream of flames that collided with (Y/n)'s energy bolts, creating a chain reaction as they struck the villain's sweat-coated hand. The resulting explosion was deafening, a brilliant burst of light and force that sent the villain flying backward. He hit the ground hard, groaning before slumping unconscious.

Todoroki wasted no time, encasing the fallen villain in a block of ice to ensure he wouldn't cause any further trouble. The cold mist from the ice swirled around the room as Todoroki turned to assess the situation.

(Y/n) limped forward, her breathing heavy but steady. Bakugou glanced at her and then down at her bandaged foot, his brows furrowing in concern, seeing some of the blood seeping out of the fabric.

"What the hell, Tenshi?" he snapped, his tone a mix of irritation and worry. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing," (Y/n) replied firmly, though her voice was softer than usual. "We need to find Eijiro."

As the smoke cleared, the group sprinted forward, their focus sharpening as they approached a troubling sight. Kirishima was pinned against the wall, his arms extended, and his hardening quirk fully activated, keeping him trapped in place.

"Kirishima!" yelled Bakugou, his voice a mix of anger and concern as he skidded to a stop.

"Are you okay?" asked Todoroki, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of further threats.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine, but, uh..." Kirishima struggled, his muscles flexing against the immovable rock encasing him. "I can't move. Could you maybe, you know, get me out of here?"

Bakugou slapped a hand against his face, groaning loudly. "Are you seriously that stupid? Just turn your damn quirk off, you idiot."

"Oh. Right." Kirishima's face flushed with embarrassment, and he chuckled nervously as he deactivated his quirk. The rock restraints immediately crumbled, freeing him. He dusted himself off, looking sheepish. "Guess I should've thought of that."

(Y/n) approached him, relief evident in her expression. "I'm just glad you're okay," she said, her gaze flicking over everyone to ensure there were no injuries. "You had us worried for a second."

"Yeah, same here," Kirishima replied, smiling before his eyes caught something concerning. His face shifted into a look of alarm. "Uh, but what about you? (Y/n), your foot—it looks pretty bad," he said, pointing to the fabric wrapped tightly around her injury. The blood had begun to seep through, staining it a deep crimson.

(Y/n) waved off his concern with a reassuring smile, though the pain was still present. "It's just a cut. I'll be fine," she said, trying to sound casual even as she shifted her weight to avoid putting pressure on her injured foot.

"That's what you get for running around barefoot, you idiot," Bakugou grumbled, stepping closer and lightly bumping her on the head with his fist—not hard, but enough to convey his frustration. His usual scowl softened ever so slightly.

"Well, I figured it'd be easier to fight and run without heels slowing me down," (Y/n) replied with a small laugh, though her voice wavered slightly from the effort of keeping her composure.

Bakugou turned his back to her and addressed Kirishima, his voice quieter, almost uncharacteristically so. "Kirishima... Th-thank you," he muttered, his tone begrudging yet sincere.

Kirishima blinked, his eyes wide with surprise. "Woah, where did that come from?" He broke into a wide grin, clearly pleased. "Don't worry about it, man."

"I'm not worried!" snapped Bakugou, his face flushing as he stomped forward. His tone was harsh, but it lacked its usual venom.

Todoroki stepped forward, his calm voice cutting through the moment. "Let's move. The others are ahead of us. We need to catch up."

"Don't tell me what to do, Icy Hot!" Bakugou barked, though he was already following Todoroki as the group began running again.

As they sprinted down the hallway, Kirishima jogged alongside Todoroki, his curiosity piqued. "Todoroki, can you fill us in now? What exactly is going on here?"

Todoroki opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, the hallway was suddenly illuminated by red flashes. A mechanical whirring sound echoed, growing louder by the second. The group slowed to a stop as a swarm of security drones emerged from a nearby passage. The drones were sleek, partially cone-shaped machines with four small legs and glowing red lights pulsating from their heads. They began moving toward the group, their mechanical limbs clattering ominously against the floor.

"Looks like they're not playing around anymore," Todoroki observed, his voice calm but alert as his eyes tracked the advancing drones.

One of the drones tilted its head slightly, its glowing red light intensifying as it scanned the group. Its mechanical voice echoed in the corridor. "Target acquired: Hero Twilight."

(Y/n)'s eyes narrowed, her body tensing as the drone's focus locked onto her. "Great," she muttered under her breath. "It seems they've got their sights set on me."

The drones began moving faster, their mechanical legs clicking furiously against the floor as they closed the distance.

"Get ready!" Bakugou barked, his palms igniting as small explosions crackled in anticipation. "I'll blast these tin cans to bits!"

Todoroki stepped forward, ice forming under his feet as he prepared to unleash his quirk. "We need to neutralize them quickly and keep moving."

"Right!" said Kirishima, his arms hardening as he took a defensive stance in front of (Y/n). "Let's show these machines what we're made of!"

(Y/n) took a steadying breath, her hand gripping her dagger tightly. Despite the throbbing pain in her foot, she positioned herself, ready to fight alongside her friends. "Stay close, and let's make this quick," she said, her tone steady but determined.

The group braced themselves as the first wave of drones lunged forward, their glowing eyes locked on their targets.

"Here they come!" shouted Kirishima, slamming his fists together as his hardening quirk activated, his skin transforming into jagged, rock-like armor.

The first wave of drones lunged forward, their legs scuttling at a rapid pace. Bakugou launched himself into the air with a thunderous explosion from his palms, spiraling downward to unleash a cluster of blasts that obliterated the lead drone into shards of metal. "Stay out of my way!" he yelled, landing with a smirk as the force of his attack caused a few nearby drones to falter momentarily.

Todoroki moved swiftly, ice erupting from his hand to freeze a line of drones in their tracks. Their glowing red eyes dimmed as frost coated their bodies. With a swift kick, he shattered the frozen machines into pieces. His movements were sharp and calculated, each step purposeful as he created a wall of ice to shield the group from incoming drones. "We need to thin their numbers fast," he said, his voice calm but commanding.

(Y/n) stepped forward, her dagger gleaming in her hand. She extended her free hand, summoning her energy manipulation quirk. Bolts of glowing energy crackled in her palm before she hurled them with precision at the advancing drones. The energy bolts struck with explosive force, dismantling several drones in a single shot. The metallic debris scattered across the floor as (Y/n)'s eyes glinted with focus.

A drone suddenly leaped from the side, attempting to flank her. (Y/n)'s senses sharpened, her half-demon abilities kicking in. She spun on her heel with blinding speed, her enhanced reflexes allowing her to slash through the machine with her elongated nails, now razor-sharp and glowing faintly. Sparks flew as the drone collapsed in pieces.

"Nice one, (Y/n)!" called Kirishima, who charged at a cluster of drones head-on. The machines fired bursts of red lasers at him, but the attacks harmlessly ricocheted off his hardened body. With a powerful swing of his fist, he sent two drones crashing into the wall. "You'll need more than that to take me down!" he shouted with a confident grin.

Bakugou scoffed, blasting another drone apart in midair. "Don't get cocky, Kirishima! There's more coming!" He twisted his body, sending a fiery explosion toward a line of advancing drones, engulfing them in smoke and flames. His aggressive movements were relentless, each blast leaving a trail of destruction.

(Y/n) darted across the battlefield with her superhuman speed, her dagger a blur as she sliced through drones attempting to corner her. Her nails slashed through another drone's metallic body, her enhanced senses allowing her to anticipate its next move. The drone's remaining parts sparked and collapsed as (Y/n) leaped gracefully to dodge an incoming laser, landing effortlessly on her feet.

Todoroki expanded his ice shield, protecting Kirishima as he took down another group of drones with his fists. "We can't keep this up forever. They'll overwhelm us if we don't move soon," Todoroki said, shifting his focus to melt the frozen remains of the drones with a burst of flames.

(Y/n) nodded, firing another energy bolt that destroyed a drone, closing in on Bakugou. "We need to clear a path!" she shouted, her sharp eyes scanning the area for an opening. She gestured toward a hallway on the far side of the room. "There's a way through there. If we keep pushing forward, we can regroup with the others."

Bakugou launched a massive blast at a cluster of drones, creating an explosion that sent debris flying. "Fine! Let's make it quick. These stupid machines are starting to piss me off!"

With renewed focus, the group coordinated their attacks, covering each other as they fought their way toward the exit. Kirishima held the front line, absorbing the brunt of the drones' attacks with his hardened body, while Todoroki and Bakugou cleared the path with their elemental and explosive quirks. Meanwhile, (Y/n) darted between them, her dagger and energy bolts taking down any drones that tried to outflank the group.

As they reached the hallway, (Y/n) fired one final energy bolt, disintegrating the last drone blocking their path. She paused, panting slightly, her glowing nails retracting as she surveyed the scene. The hallway was littered with the remnants of the drones, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal.

The group stood in the now-quiet plant factory, catching their breath after the intense battle with the drones. The metallic debris of their defeated opponents littered the ground, and the faint smell of smoke and scorched metal filled the air. (Y/n) wiped her forehead, her senses heightened and her focus unwavering.

Suddenly, her enhanced hearing picked up a faint whirring noise coming from multiple directions. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head slightly, scanning for the source. The sound grew louder, more distinct—a