60 MINUTES — CAPTURE & TORTURE

[Luca]

Luca had heard the initial call of a capture, although one look at the captive told him that he wasn't interested. The Snowbounder looked like he was barely old enough to be considered fully grown, and tortures only really interested him if the captive was big and strong, with a hulking figure and intimidating air. Either that or someone cute; pained expressions on pretty faces always made him unreasonably hot and bothered. Kirishima hit neither of those criteria in Luca's eyes, so the hellhound had decided to ignore the event and focus on something a little more cheery. That was the plan until he noticed Rinto among the crowd, at which point he stopped and sighed, deciding to give the capture his attention after all. His cute little friend seemed to be bothered, and Luca wandered up to brush against him in what was supposed to be a comforting manner.

"Leave Rinto alone," he said to Caesar, his voice quiet yet somewhat whiny. The canine's tail swayed behind him with an agitation that he somehow managed to keep off his face, but it was clear that the demon's words had pissed him off. "Not everyone's used to this sort of thing." He had been desensitised at a young age, but he knew by now that some people had lived their lives relatively torture-free until joining the clans. He opened his mouth to say something more, but then there was a flash of something bright, and his jaw snapped shut again. A rescue mission? Luca pressed closer to Rinto, embers glowing on his paws. He hadn't witnessed one of these in a while, so the thought of a rescue hadn't even crossed his mind. He hung back as the green Snowbounder started shifting, well aware of the electricity that laced his fur. The smell of ozone in the air made him scrunch up his nose.

"You're too late! It's over, anyway," Luca said smugly, his lips twisting into a cruel half-grin. He separated himself from the pastel feline beside him and stood on his own for a bit, allowing pink flames to lick up the bottom of his paws. He still had next to no control over his powers, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. "You two put yourselves in danger for no reason." Smoke poured from his mouth as he punctuated his sentence by conjuring up three balls of foxfire and hurling them at the electrified Izuku. The size of each fireball varied drastically, as did their heat, but a hit from any of them would cause a nasty burn. He wasn't attacking to kill at all- more to prove a point. After all, he only picked on people that upset him. Luca coughed, black tar-like goo dripping from his tongue, but his smug smirk remained. At least his powers weren't completely useless.