little game / open

[Shigaraki.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Did this feel familiar? Of course, he remembered the feeling of All Might's throat turning to ash and dust under his five fingers. He enjoyed the satisfaction of feeling one's body crumble from his Quirk. He would laugh briefly but manically as he noticed that he had been successful in getting the lanky serval away. While Toshinori would cough and attempted to get up, Shigaraki would easily get to his paws and he would scratch at both sides of his neck with his forepaws, his level of frustration growing every second. He was done here. He had managed to startle a few of the students and possibly Toshinori as well.

Crimson eyes narrowed, he would merely side-step as he noticed the serval running towards him, before he would mutter, though mainly to himself. "Game over. I'm outnumbered here, so there's no use in fighting anymore." Shigaraki would pause- darting his crimson-eyes around- before he continued. "There's a low chance of me escaping without any injuries, so to escape, my only option is to fight my way out."

The male had decided to walk over to the spot where the hand had fallen and he put it over his face before he would attempt to walk in the direction of the border, despite knowing the students or Toshinori would try to stop him.