Stendhal vs. Bullet

Bullet bounced off the walls in the alleys and landed off the ground under STendhal, who stabbed at him with his sword in an instant! Bullet flipped to his hands and tucked his body before stomping out, hitting Stendhal in the chin! He backflipped to his feet before charging off the ground, swinging his knives in a flurry as Stendhal grinned, keeping up with him.

Izuku, Ida, and Native watched as sparks collided extremely fast!

Ida shivered and grit his teeth, "The gap is this big!?" Izuku frowned slightly and felt his body returning to normal as he said seriously, "Each attack is meant to kill the other… Ida… Us and Bullet, even us and Shoto, we grew up in different worlds. Shoto grew up with hatred for his father and Bullet grew up alone fighting to survive."

Ida looked at Izuku, who had his fists clenched tight, shaking slightly, "We met at UA, we're all friends, no matter where we come from… Isn't it amazing?" Ida was shocked and didn't answer, but Izuku continued "Stain and Bullet know each other but you see? This is Bullet's resolve. Even a friend if they're a villain, he will fight to save people! While Stain, even as a Hero killer will help Bullet realize his mistakes because he views Bullet as a real hero!"

He frowned slightly, "Not everything is black and white, I've been realizing that recently. Everyone hates Bullet, calling him a freak, just because he's Quirkless… They boo him when he wins, call him a dirty cheat, shout for his arrest but what did Bullet do other than being born this way? It's not his fault so why do they hate him?"

He let out a breath and finished seriously, "Bullet came and didn't fight Stain but saved us first, yet Native still looked at Bullet with disgust. You see the problem, Ida? You've never even glanced in Bullet's direction, you don't know that he actually feels hurt and self conscious when everyone looks at him like that… This world… is very sick… and unfair, but he hasn't stopped reaching for his dream!"

Izuku suddenly smiled, "And I suspect… His dream changed from simply being a Hero to being a Hero who inspires people like him. I can tell you that I was inspired by Bullet during the Festival. That's why, I can't let him fight alone!" he rushed out and lunged through the air, kicking at Stendhal's head.

Stendhal backflipped and sighed helplessly, still smiling slightly "You firmed your resolve, little Midoriya. Good. But it's not enough!" as he charged at Izuku. Bullet appeared behind him like a ghost and lunged at him, holding both knives in the air, slamming down.

Stendhal spun and slashed the knives to the side while dodging Izuku's punch, shooting his legs out and kicking both of them.

Izuku flew into the trash while Bullet slammed into the alley wall, jumping off at Stendhal, throwing out a knife and pulling himself through the air with his cloth. Stendhal tilted his head and laughed "Excellent!"

The knife was attached to the cloth and Bullet pulled on it as it stabbed into the wall, changing directions mid-air, kicking Stendhal in the chin, sending him spiraling into a trash can.

Bullet tugged on his cloth and exhaled smoke from his mask, throwing out his knives and pulling them back as he stepped towards Stendhal, who jumped up and blocked the knives, charging through the flurry of attacks.

Bullet frowned and grabbed the cloth, spinning the knives in a circle before shooting them forward quickly, tugging the cloth to make them change directions mid-air. He was sweating a bit and concentrating fully.

This was a new move he just came up with right now.

He lost the air mobility for constant pressure, but Bullet wasn't sure that was a good thing. Stendhal commented "Not bad, but you need to move too!" he twisted his body strangely and ran in between the cloth slashing down on Bullet's chest, splattering blood out!

Bullet jumped back and stumbled into a garbage can, knocking it over as he pulled the knives back. Stendhal leaned back and shot his knee up, nailing Izuku in the stomach! Izuku coughed up bile and Stendhal swiped his finger on Izuku's blood, tossing him aside and paralyzing him with his quirk as he said "Sit tight, little Midoriya."

Stendhal flicked his sword to the ground, not licking Bullet's blood at all. Bullet was angry, "No serious?!" Stendhal laughed, "You have force me or else still kid!" Bullet clenched his fists and charged at Stendhal, slashing up with his knives, shooting through the air on his binding cloth.

Stendhal lost track of Bullet and turned around, slashing out! But Bullet flipped over him, landing and slashing down on Stendhal's chest, splattering his blood! Bullet was doused in Stendhal's blood and Stendhal didn't even flinch, "GREAT!" before charging at him, getting more vigorous as he accumulated wounds!

Bullet was back on the defensive before having an idea.

He threw out his knives like before and Stendhal maneuvered through them, slashing at Bullet, who moved his shoulder into the slash! Stendhal's sword dug into Bullet's shoulder as Bullet tugged on the cloth, pulling to the sides!

Stendhal was wrapped up in an instant! He looked at Bullet and grinned, Bullet headbutted him, taking the sword out with his teeth and slashing out with his head!

Stendhal stepped back and covered his neck with his face!

The sword slashed across Stendhal's face and gave him a long gash!

But! The unthinkable happened.

Bullet suddenly froze up.

Stendhal stuck out his tongue and showed Bullet a little cut on it. He licked the blade and cut his tongue but managed to lick Bullet's blood! Bullet sighed, "Well played." Stendhal shook his head and curling his lips, saying "Close."

As Bullet's knives rested on Stendhal's neck, making him unable to move. He was also wrapped up with the cloth, unable to struggle. He walked back and the knives, grazed his neck but Bullet slid on the ground with him.

They were locked together, but Stendhal didn't have the knives to threaten his neck anymore.

He snorted, "Not bad." Bullet said "No. You win." as his shoulder continued bleeding. Bullet added, "Kill. You deserve." Stendhal laughed and said "No." before smashing his face into Bullet's head, knocking him back as he grabbed the sword with his teeth, cutting the cloth and setting himself free.

He took the cloth and wrapped it around his neck to stop the bleeding.

He held his sword again and kicked Bullet into the trash cans, licking the blade all the way, "You stay. Good fight. No kill, real hero!" Bullet grit his teeth and Stendhal suddenly collapsed, laughing bitterly, "I knew it."

Bullet looked at him and sighed, finally the paralyzing agent kicked in.