Kirishima wasn't used to this type of stuff. Being captured and tortured. He had also blamed himself for his friend being captured by the villains in his past life. He hadn't been strong enough to help him, but he and a few others managed to rescue Bakugou.

When the unicorn had come across him, he had thought she was just another Snowbounder. Turns out he was wrong. He hadn't been able to fight back as much as he thought- due to his missing hind-leg. How embarrassing. To be captured by a mythical creature that many saw as cute.

He would flinch as her hoof hit him in the side, though he refused to get up. For the sake of his fellow Snowbounders, he needed to stay strong, even if they hurt him physically and emotionally.

Great. Just great. Two young children watching a animal that was expected to be strong being hurt by a unicorn. Why did it have to be a unicorn out of all creatures to be the one to capture him? Red eyes narrowed, he attempted to get up.

He would send a glare in Peachpit's direction and ignore both Aita and Sylvina, clearly annoyed.

When she brought her front hooves onto his back, he would growl and spit out a small amount of blood before more blood start spilling from his jaws, from the force of her hitting him- before he fell face-forward on the sand. Disguising. Why was he allowing her to do this to him? He would growl, wiping the blood coming out of his mouth off his maw.

Then- he'd attempted to roll to the side, flinching before he tried getting up once more, though his shaky legs gave out beneath him.

rinto padded up, clearly horrified. despite his own deep-down, cruel desires, seeing someone tortured like this was a little painful, and he grimaced. coming up beside aita, he squinted, clearly confused about how he should feel. this was a member of the ascendants, and they were bad, sure, but why? he didn't feel like asking. he felt sick, and tried to relax. "g-good job..." he muttered, lowering his head.

[color=#5B81AE]"What did he do?" questioned Junior as he wandered over after Rinto, finding a place near Aita as he furrowed feline brows in mild concern and confusion. Junior knew that the Typhoon wasn't the nicest of groups, but after learning they weren't all cannibals, he hadn't been too worried or bothered by them. However, this was definitely something that interested him. Back home, there had been a justice system, where offenders were taken into custody and questioned and, if it were a small crime, fined. If it were more serious, they were typically sent to the state, where their fate was decided. That was legal way it was done, anyway.  Some people would end up taking matters into their own hands and beat someone up, or blackmail them with something stupid, or something, but he didn't think anyone there had ever kidnapped anybody. That was how this place was, though, he guessed, and as long as it was for good reason, the boy really didn't care.

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