We were moving mountains // open+human fight // long before we knew we could

[arcy]

Izuku couldn't be described as a violent person. He was impulsive, yes, and he was prone to attacking others if provoked properly, but Izuku couldn't say this fit his quota. Humans ... they were attacking humans for endangering them. And that was weird. That was scary and strange. He realizes that he's not human anymore -- won't ever be again, probably, but he just -- he's not sure. He tries not to linger on it too much. They have to drive them out, after all, and Izuku wants to be helpful.
So it's with unease and anxiety-filled eyes that Izuku listens to Jacob's instructions, ears partially pressed back. He wouldn't have to participate if he didn't want to, he's sure. He's just a kid, one barely recovering from injuries and just a Tenderfoot to boot, but he doesn't want to be dead weight. The humans were hurting them. So, it's with this in mind that Izuku follows Jacob's lead, moving at a fast trot some paces behind the rest of the group. His paws are sparking as he tries to psyche himself up, as they tend to. He's not very good at fighting -- he's weak and untrained despite all attempts so far, but his electricity was potentially devastating. He just hoped he didn't lose control of it or hurt any of them too bad. ... Would his electricity catch their attention too much? He hopes not. It's all Izuku really had to back him up here, aside from the obvious, more risky route of claws and teeth and the such. But Izuku doesn't want to taste the blood, or see it at his claws. Burns? ... Please, no, but it was better than the blood, at least. (if Izuku was holding off doing anything at all, well, nobody would know)

☀ what was i worth