Kishi clenched his fists before dismissing the crowd behind him. "I-I'll go get help!" Kishi waved behind him as he ran towards the battlefield. The boy was not exceptionally fast, though he moved as fast as his legs could carry him. As the boy rushed forward, all sorts of thoughts raced through his minds. He'd get the cops. The police would know what to do, and they could contact other heroes. As he reached the top of the hill, Kishi's eyes grew wide with horror. The cops were already there, and a number of them were laying in poos of their own blood, the life drained form their eyes. Kishi placed his hands over his mouth as he took a step backwards, feeling his breakfast trying to crawl back up his throat. The boy saw the teachers from the corner's of their eyes, their cries went unheard as they yelled at the students to run back to safety. On the other side of the scene, students and villains were midfight. Honestly, the thought that some people were standing up against the villains brought courage to Kishi- though they didn't exactly seem to be winning. Kishi felt the lump in his throat move slightly as he turned to face the battlefield, then suddenly his legs were swiped out form under him, sending the boy crashing to the ground. Kishi's heart began racing as he looked around frequently for whoever had tripped him, the boy was too panicked to process the attack; though his eyes soon fell upon the dark-skinned male with a wild grin in the center of the battlefield. He was too far for that to have been a physical attack, Kishi assumed the guy had an offensive quirk.
Pushing off the ground with his elbows, Kishi stood to face the other male. Then, in one rapid motion, Max shot his left arms out of his socket and towards Kishi. The blue-haired male jumped out of the way of the attack, leaving the arm to flop loosely on the ground. So his limbs stretched? Eyes narrowed, Kishi raised a fist before he charge towards the man, he didn't care about his chances of winning- he just knew he had to fight. Unbeknownst to Kishi, the hand behind him was far form inactive; it sprung up with great force and managed to catch the boy by surprise; trapping him in several coils of flesh. Max brought Kishi through the air and towards him, holding the boy upside down and just inches from his face. "How many more are there? 10? 20? We don't care. Send them all out, I could kill you lot with my pinky." Max grinned as he tightened his grip on the boy, causing Kishi to wince as he attempted to squirm free from Max's grip. Kishi, who's breathing was almost louder than his opponents words, closed his eyes to think. When Max began violently shaking him, Kishi groaned before placing both of his index fingers together. When the boy used his quirk, the two streams collided and caused a small burst of water- which, to Kishi's pleasure, shocked Max and caused him to drop the blue-haired boy. Kishi immediately scrambled backwards and attempted to calm his heaving chest. Max seemed to get a real kick out of the fight, or he was just hiding his anger, the male smiled as he looked up at the sky before cracking his neck in both directions.
With sudden ferocity, Max turned his arms into whip-like weapons and began slamming them on the ground, aiming for Kishi's body. Kishi dodged the attacks with several rolls back and forth, but was caught by surprise when one thick arm landed on his hip- the shock consumed the boy much before pain could. Max grinned when Kishi began writhing on the floor, unable to move as he clenched the injured hip and terror filled his eyes when the villain began approaching him. Kishi flinched, placing both hands up to protect his face as he ultimately accepted his defeat, but before Max could could but a foot away from Kishi, he was shoved to the floor. The dark-skinned male let out a growl before another harsh kick caught him by surprise, then a punch to the gut. Attempting to maintain his ground, Max looked around wildly for an attacker. Then, when he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eyes, Max shot a hand to his right. The attacker, forced to dodge the hand, exposed himself as he jumped up and deactivated his quirk. Zuron grinned at the fact he had landed so many attacks in a row- these guys weren't any threat at all. "These aren't villains. They're just a bunch of wannabes, kids, and psychos." Zuron huffed, "But I guess I can't expect much more from this school expect for struggling." Zuron smirked as he looked back at Kishi who slowly stood with both arms still wrapped around his sore waist.
Kishi let out a huff of gratitude. So Zuron came out after all. The boy glanced around to realize that most of his class had actually gone out to fight. A nervous glance back towards the teachers brought Kishi's attention to the sleeping figure beside the teacher's imprisonments. Kishi muttered a question to himself before he felt a brush of wind push him to the side. "If all you're gonna do is get in the way, then go bother someone else." Zuron growled towards the other boy and prepared for another set of attacks.