Seth kept the same cold, unmoving expression, but on the inside he was beyond shocked. "Did I... just do that?" He thought. He wasn't really trying too hard, and his quirk actually didn't seem much compared to those others. Well, he had always been training. It was his emotional outlet ever since he was young, and with a quirk that was a glorified weapon he had to be on the top of his game. Although, such a specific number, they all got it the same... fate? His father had always told him that fate was bullcrap. Of course, he was about four so he wasn't completely sure about the wording. But he gathered that his father disapproved of the concept, and he was a great hero before he, uh, wasn't. So he wasn't sure whether to believe that or not. His father did disapprove of a... lot... of things. And he would never hesistate to let exactly how he felt be known. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how alike they were. And his mother, believe it or not was once in some sort of biker gang. After Slayspike was imprisoned, she just... mellowed out. Maybe that's where he got his style from. Although most video clips of him in action were a few seconds short, he wore a lot of leather and spikes. Although maybe the spikes were a given. He had studied it carefully to decide what he DIDN'T want his costume to remind anyone of, but he felt that maybe they were just a little too alike.
He looked around to the group celebrating. The girl who seemed scared got a decent score, not too far off his. Hmm. She seemed strong, but maybe some... personality problems holding her back. Part of that was the sentimentality. Ugh. If there was one thing he wanted to learn from Slayspike is that relying on others causes you to fail eventually. A double agent was the only reason the heroes ever caught up to him.
