Winter slammed her hands down against the navigation station and the holographic map built into it. Her breath was ragged, her eyes were wide, her hands were shaking. She couldn't tell if she had been sleeping or not.

Another flashback, another accursed flashback. Always the same, always different. They were getting more frequent these days. Ever since that day when she had found Weiss at Park Place, she had been hounded by mental instability. She had hidden it well enough from her compatriots, but inside, her nerves were wearing away.

All these secrets and lies were tearing away at her soul, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep on like this. She needed to talk to someone, anyone, about what was happening, but she couldn't. There was no one in the four kingdoms of Remnant or Menagerie that she could trust to hear this without risking their lives in the process.


Winter's Soldiers revisit the past in the latest episode of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust.
 
A frustrated Nora trudged into Team JNPR's dorm, head hung low. She'd been able to follow Ruby up to the airship and had spent the rest of the day looking for the scythe-wielder in vain.

She wanted to pound something, darn it!

"Oh, Nora," came Pyrrha's melodic voice from behind her.

She froze.

Oh, that tone of voice wasn't a good sign.

The hammer-wielder turned around slowly. "Yes, Pyrrha?" she asked nervously.

"I heard about your... altercation with Ruby," the Mistrali champion said, looking quite unimpressed as she stood by the door.

"Um, well, heheh..." Nora hedged, tapping her index fingers together.

"Nora," Pyrrha continued, "I appreciate your concern, but what you did was uncalled for."

"But she stole your man!" protested Nora.

Pyrrha's eyes narrowed dangerously. "The only person Jaune Arc belongs to is Jaune Arc. And no matter what I feel for him or what I wish he would feel for me, convincing him is my fight, not yours, and trust me, that fight is far from over, especially not with the Beacon Dance coming up. Understand?"

Nora nodded quickly. "Absolutely."

"Good." She gave Nora a deceptively sweet smile. "That said, considering the Vytal Tournament in the near future, I do think we could do with some additional sparring sessions. Don't you?"

Nora gulped.


Let's look at how some Relationships are going in the latest chapter of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust.
 
Coco and Rain unstrapped themselves from their seats and took up positions by either side door, peering out the windows. Lower Cairn was in the forest, but the rocky terrain meant anything large on the ground would have to approach from the direction of the main gate. A large mix of Beowolves and Ursai were assaulting the village, and the Grimm had breached the outer perimeter trenchline, with craters showing where landmines had taken their toll on the Grimm. A pair of gigantic automated turrets flanking the main gate were firing on them, but those turrets were clearly designed for larger, slower targets; their slow rate of fire was proving inadequate against the swarms of smaller Grimm, but when they fired, they obliterated whole clusters of them with terrific energy blasts, digging even larger craters than the mines had. Much smaller, more conventional autoturrets were scattered around, of course, but most appeared to be nonfunctional, likely damaged in an earlier assault. At the wall that marked the final defensive perimeter, they could see people -- militia or perhaps just able-bodied volunteers -- lining up a mixed bag of personal weaponry.

The ground began to shake, and a rumbling filled the air.

"What is that?" Coco asked.

"Megoliath?" Rain speculated.

Lavi shook his head. "We're too far south for those."

"No," Coco said, her voice low. "Goliaths. Plural." She paused as a deep bass whine sounded, and she looked back up. As the herd of Goliaths charged toward the village, the two giant turrets moved to target the elephantine Grimm, muzzles and tracery along them glowing red, sections of the barrels shifting and rotating, locking into place, doubling their muzzle diameter and adding another yard to their barrel length.

K-CHOOOMM!


Today in Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, Teams CFVY and RRFL make some First Impressions.
 
"Hey, Maple, there something off about that van?" asked Arcee.

The beaver-tailed faunus looked slightly to the side, and Arcee turned her mirrors to exactly the right angle to show a white van coming up behind them on the sparsely-populated stretch of highway. She tightened her grips on the handlebars slightly and seemed to grow a little bit more tense in the saddle. Her voice reflected that when she next spoke.

"Probably nothing, but we can't take any chances. Let's turn off at the next exit and find another route," said Maple as she tried to seem inconspicuous.

They did so, and just as they feared the van followed them. Arcee made several unpredictable changes in course, and the vehicle matched every one. They weren't trying to be subtle anymore; they were moving in.


In the latest chapter of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, we explore a few metaphorical Triangles.
 
"You look very lovely, Penny," observed the blue-haired Havenite, and it was then that she realized that he had left his goggles behind and had styled his hair to be quite fetching, but… but something was missing.

"You look very nice too, Neptune," replied Penny in a similar tone.

Neptune shook his head. "No need to tie yourself in knots, Penny. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel anything for me. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Penny blushed at being found out so easily. "Very well. I shall."

The two joined the other pairs, and somehow, Penny knew that things were going to go spectacularly that night… if only for that night.


Let us welcome in the Dawn of a New Age in the volume two finale of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust.
 
"Hmm. Hey, Juniper, come take a look at this," said Jaune from another of the boards. Nora and the rest of the team shuffled over to look around their fearless leader's body to see what he was investigating. "Looks like some of the defenses in the Emerald Forest are acting up, and they're looking for someone to scope it out."

"Think it might be the enemy?" asked Ren seriously.

"I don't think we can discount it," agreed Pyrrha. "But it could be something to do with the fires. Just a simple recon mission either way."

"Looks like just another day at the office then," said Nora in what many knew as her normal tone of voice.


After the world-changing events of Volume II, the second series of interludes for Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust explores the ensuing Fallout.
 
Team JNPR had once more found themselves in a Bullhead flying with great speed towards a mission, and so soon after the last one. That wasn't the issue for them though, nor was the mission itself, being a simple recon in force. No, their issue came from their transportation, specifically their pilot.

"We'll be entering Mountain Glenn's airspace soon, so make sure you're ready to drop at a moment's notice," warned Headmaster General James Ironwood from the cockpit, his voice carrying in from both there and the little ear pieces they all wore.

Yes, General Ironwood was their pilot. Jaune could hardly believe it, which was to say that he didn't want to believe it. There were far too many things implied by his presence there.

It was easier for Jaune to think about those implications than, say, why he was feeling so nauseous. Oh, sure, he'd implied to Ruby on their first day at Beacon that he'd been suffering from motion sickness, but in truth, it had been nerves more than anything: anxiety over how he'd perform, fear that he'd be caught as the fraud he was, worry that he'd make a poor first impression on his new classmates. He felt Pyrrha's hand stroking his back comfortingly, soothingly, and he couldn't help but wonder once again what in the world she saw in him. "Love at first sight" was romantic and all, but he'd seen his sisters be burned by that one too many times to trust in it.

Some day, she'd realize how pathetic he really was, and that terrified him. He had to be better. He had to live up to the potential she saw in him. He had to.


Team JNPR briefly confronts a Grimm Eclipse in the latest interlude of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust.
 
"This is where we part way, hunters," growled Cliffjumper.

"Huntsmen," corrected Jaune with particular accuracy.

"Whatever," replied the Autobot with a roll of his eyes. "The point is we're not going to be seeing each other again, and if we do, it will be as enemies. We won't soon forget what you've done."

With that, and without waiting for a response, Cliffjumper transformed and roared off through the forest at dangerous speeds. It sounded like he transformed two more times, and then everything was quiet.

"What we've done?" paraphrased Nora, turning around to her teammates and gesticulating wildly. "What we've done?! We haven't done anything. He's the one causing all the issues!"


In the latest interlude of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, Team JNPR find themselves on the Island of Dr. Merlot.
 
As the Bullhead flew along, Ann Greene looked at her four cute students. This promised to be an... interesting excursion. While she didn't know what, exactly, Ozpin had Teams RWBY and JNPR doing, the fact that they were going on covert "extra credit" missions was an open secret among the faculty. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for Ozpin to send a team of students off on such covert missions, but two teams? And the last time -- so far as anyone knew -- he had done so had been with Team STRQ, back when Ann herself had been a student.

She had a feeling, however, that whatever skills Teams RWBY and JNPR had practiced and honed on those missions wouldn't be particularly applicable in emergency rescue.


The second interlude series of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust concludes as Team RWBY adjust to being the New Sheriffs in Town.
 
Do not bow to the chains of the past. It is never too late. Do not cower before fears of the future. Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing. Instead, embrace the present. Focus on what you can change. Accept what you cannot.

While history may record our beginning, and destiny may dictate our end, it is our choices that chart the path we walk between them.

And as we turn the page on history and march toward a destiny foretold, never forget that it is the journey that matters, not the destination.

For it is in that journey where we find freedom, and that freedom is the right of all sentient beings. What we choose to do with that freedom is up to us. It is in those choices that we discover who we are.


Join us for the Commencement of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust's third volume.
 
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"Trade secret," confided Ana with a noble chuckle, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh! Why don't we turn on the Vytal Tournament? If your daughter has applied to Beacon, then she's sure to be in it."

"If she qualified, she's sure to be in it," corrected Kali.

Ana let out a dismissive snort. "Kali, if your daughter didn't qualify, then Beacon is clearly guilty of discrimination… or she's become lazy. Either way, we'll be forced to extract her."

Kali rolled her eyes. "All right, enough with the extractions already. Let's just turn it on."

With a somewhat mirthful expression, Ana picked up the remote lying nearby and turned on the extremely expensive holographic display to bring the flat screen into view. It wasn't hard to find an appropriate sports broadcast of the tournament; it was the leading event all over Remnant, after all. The stands looked absolutely packed, and eight teenagers were squaring off against each other in the center octagon.


The Vytal Tournament begins in the second episode of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust's volume three, Round One: Fight!
 
The early pre-dawn air of Patch was cool, misty, beautiful in a way that almost made you forget about the monsters living in the dark. It was a thought that would have terrified many people not named Glynda Goodwitch, but she was named Glynda Goodwitch, so why should she be afraid of any monsters? After all, she was the scariest monster on that island.

Which, of course, wasn't to say that the one she was going to see wasn't a strong and powerful monster in his own right, but… well, Taiyang Xiao Long had never been nearly as scary as she was. In fact, he gave the impression of being a sweet puppy despite the fact that he could kill a Beowolf in two seconds with just his pinky fingers and a boot to the head. He was just too much of a dork to be scary, except for when he was protecting or avenging someone he cared about.

A fond smile crossed her lips as she thought of him.


The second-year teams enter the Vytal Tournament in Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust's volume three, episode three, Sundown.
 
"So, tell me Sun, how did you go and win my daughter's heart?" asked Blake's mother sweetly while casually directing one of the guardsmen to not shock the eager monkey faunus.

"Persistence, patience, personal space," listed off Sun at first before his expression became more somber. "Honestly, what helped a lot was Mister Xiao Long's advice. To chase after her, but not to do it too much? I think he was talking from experience with his wife, Raven Branwen."

Blake found herself blushing like she'd been sunburned. How could this get worse?

Her mother looked over at her contemplatively. "Yes. That makes a great deal of sense."

Ah, yes, that was how.

Realization seemed to cross her mother's face, and she quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to imply you'd ever take me hostage."

"Mom!" Blake's ears flattened beneath her bow as she mumbled, "I haven't taken anyone hostage in years."


On the third and fourth days of the 40th Vytal Tournament in Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, our focus shifts elsewhere as we explore The Ties That Bind.
 
The silence that descended upon the infirmary was palpable. Only the beeping of monitors and the distant steps of Autobots could be heard. Even those other members of the White Fang who were awake kept their mouths shut. The Autobot patients rested at the far end of the vast infirmary, where facilities suited to their scale were situated; most were wounded from the recent mission, but one, newly-thawed and boasting an ironic flame paint job, was recovering from stasis-sickness. For several long moments, Yang had to resist the urge to snap out and embrace her brother.

Her brother.

Never in all her time alive had Yang ever seen this coming. An older brother? She wanted to cry. Cry both tears of unremitting joy at being reunited with a family member that she had not even known she had and tears of unfathomable sorrow for all the lost time.

She wanted to do something though. Anything!


Join us for some Reunions as volume three of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust kicks into high gear.
 
Ozma's tiny legs pounded across the ground as fast as he could go. His chest felt like it was going to collapse, his breath was ragged, his muscles screamed at him to stop, he could barely see straight. Despite everything, though, he kept running, he kept running and never looked back.

He could hear them even louder now, the thick panting and the awful howls. He was being pursued by a pack of Beowolves. They were getting close now, too close.

Oh why oh why had he tried to prove himself? No one was asking him to prove himself. He was seven! He was just looking to prove that he was as big and strong as everyone else, and now, he was going to die.


Volume three of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust continues with part I of Esprit de Corps.
 
Ruby slumped in a chair, having burned through her combined excitement at meeting her brother and planning his new weapon. She'd lost track of time, and right now, it was just the two of them in the room, the others having long-since retired for the night.

"Adam," she murmured quietly, "I... what was she like?"

Blue eyes met silver. "You mean Mother?"

"Yeah." Ruby nodded. "Yang... she spent so much time looking for her, but now.... now, she hates her and won't even talk about her, and- and I don't really know anything about her."

Adam considered that request for a long moment. "Ruby, the first thing you need to know is that Mother is...
complicated." He hung his head. "If it weren't for her semblance, I'd question if she even cares. Or is capable of caring."

"She does," Ruby interjected quietly. "She cares."

He snorted. "How would you know?"

"I... I tried to track Yang down after she ran off," Ruby said. "I found a White Fang meeting, and she- she showed up. I later found out you were there. She was... why would she be there if she wasn't checking in on you, and why would she check in on you if she didn't care?"

"Perhaps she had an errand to run," he offered. "I am a convenient anchor for her semblance, after all."

"Then she left without doing it," she countered. "She showed up, we talked, and she left."

"Hmm," he mused. "Then perhaps she was there to talk to you. Mother was quite fond of Summer Rose, and you are her daughter."


Am I?​


Morning in Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust comes in Part II of Esprit de Corps.
 
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen!" boomed Professor Port into the microphone from where he sat in Amity Colosseum's announcer's booth. "Today, we will be holding the second- and fourth-year doubles matches for the Fortieth Vytal Festival Tournament!"

"Now, we do realize that there have been a number of controversial events during the first-year doubles matches yesterday," Dr. Oobleck continued at his typical rapid-fire pace, "and the less said about the third-year doubles matches, the better, but despite the accusations made and investigations pending, the Vytal Tournament will continue on as scheduled."

"Indeed!" Professor Port bellowed jovially. "It'll take more than that to interrupt such a fine tradition as the Vytal Festival! We are, after all, a resourceful people, a resilient people, and the show must go on!"


The Vytal Tournament continues in Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust with Part III of Esprit de Corps.
 
"Fall..." Cinder's head snapped up at the sound of her name. "Fall!" the gravelly voice called out again.

Staying in the shadows, she crept out until she saw who was calling for her. It was a transformer, colored in shades of gray, with a squarish body and a cannon mounted to his arm big enough for a person to climb down if they were feeling particularly suicidal. The distinctive purple Decepticon symbol was emblazoned proudly on his chest.

"Die!" she roared, conjuring a massive gout of flame. The attack on Vale had failed. The Decepticons had failed, had caused her to fail. That was unacceptable!

The Decepticon reflexively raised a hand to shield his face, but otherwise seemed unbothered, and as he turned his attention to her, she felt an oppressive weight fall upon her, a presence that filled her with a sense of dread she had felt only in the presence of one other before, but she forced herself to ignore it, to stand tall and proud in the face of such terror.

"Why throw away your life so recklessly?" the Decepticon asked, shaking his head, almost as if in disappointment. "You haven't even heard my offer yet."

"Who are you?" Cinder demanded.

"I... am Megatron."

"And what could you possibly offer me?"

With that, Megatron looked down at her, a knowing smile on his face, and raised a closed hand. "The only currency worth bartering in." He opened his hand, revealing syringes filled with a glittering amber fluid. "Power."

"...I'm listening," Cinder allowed, barely restraining herself from lunging forward to seize the energex -- the power -- in his hand.


Volume 3 of Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust has finally concluded with most of the secrets and lies All Out in the Open.
 
(MHA/DC) You Say Run: Teaser: Faster Than a Symbol of Peace
So, uh, I made this quick little thing...

You Say Run (My Hero Academia/DC)
Teaser: Faster Than a Symbol of Peace

Here's the sad truth. All men are not created equal. When I was four years old, I learned that some kids have more power than others.

Twenty percent of the world's population is quirkless. And I was one of them. I didn't want to let that stop me. Despite not having a quirk, I still dreamed of being a hero, until one day that changed my life. On that day, I met All Might.

All Might.

All Might was the world's most popular hero. Age unknown. Quirk unidentifiable. He broke onto the hero scene and was an immediate hit, thanks to his abilities. Ever since he appeared, crime rates have drastically decreased, his very existence a deterrent for many would-be villains. The world's a safer place. They don't just
call him the Symbol of Peace. It's what he is. And this pillar of justice said to me,

"Can you be a hero? Not without a quirk."

And maybe he was right. I suppose I'll never know.

* * *​

Midoriya Izuku sat in the back of the ambulance in a daze as a paramedic gave him the once-over. He had been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least. Kacchan had ruined one of his notebooks, and he'd been attacked by a villain. But then he'd been saved by All Might! And got his autograph!

"At least he did something, which is more than I can say for you guys."​

But then, All Might told him he couldn't be a hero. Then Kacchan had been attacked by that same villain who had gotten away because he'd been so stupid! It was all his fault!

"Our quirks weren't suited-"

"And neither was his, obviously, or he'd have used it. You don't need to use a quirk to help."​

So many heroes were just standing around because they didn't have the right quirks, but he couldn't just stand there and watch Kacchan die! So maybe it was stupid, but-

"Come on, kid, give the police your statement, and I'll walk you home, okay? Kid? Kid?"

Midoriya blinked and looked up. There he was, the hero who had just saved him and Kacchan from the sludge villain: the Legacy Hero, Flash.

"Ah! Yes, of course, Flash, sir!" he sputtered as he snapped upright.

"Relax, kid," Flash said. "No need to be so formal."

"R-right," Midoriya stammered as Flash took him by the shoulder and gently began guiding him away from the ambulance to one of the police cars. It didn't take long to give his statement, and before he knew it, he was walking alongside Flash away from the scene of the action.

Flash was a great hero, Japan's Number 7 -- which was really impressive, since his agency was actually headquartered in the US -- and the third to carry the name. Sure, he didn't fight the kind of villains All Might did, but there were very few that could match his rescue record -- who else could claim to have single-handedly saved an entire city's population from a nuclear explosion? -- or the sheer reach of his heroics, literally worldwide, and he always made time to talk to his fans.

On any other day, Midoriya would have been prattling on, eagerly asking him for an autograph and burying him in questions about his quirk and exploits. But not today.

The silence as they walked toward his home felt oppressive to Midoriya, and behind him, Flash frowned, noting the boy's hunched shoulders and depressed state.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

"M-Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku."

"Well, Midoriya Izuku, that was pretty brave of you, running in like that," Flash said. "Dumb, but brave. What were you even planning to do?"

"I... I wasn't," Midoriya admitted. "My body just... moved on its own."

Flash chuckled. "Well, you've got good impulses, kid, I'll give you that, but next time, maybe try coming up with a plan first?"

Midoriya stopped and blinked, turning to look up at the scarlet-clad hero in confusion.

"'N-next time'?" he repeated.

"C'mon, the way you rushed in like that?" Flash replied, arching an eyebrow. It was fascinating how expressive he could be even with the parts of his face that were covered by his mask. "You've got the heart of a hero. Don't try and tell me you're not aiming to get your pro license."

"N-no," Midoriya said, shaking his head, "I-I can't be a hero."

Flash snorted. "What idiot told you that?"

"A-All Might."

Flash laughed for a good long moment, then trailed off when he realized the boy wasn't joining in. He frowned. "Wait, seriously?"

Midoriya nodded.

"Well... he's a great guy and a great hero, but he's not perfect," Flash said, trying to salvage the situation. "He's still human. He makes mistakes, just like the rest of us, and I'd say he made one when he told you that."

"But I'm quirkless!" Midoriya cried.

"So?" Flash fired back instinctively. But... that explained a lot, actually, about the way this kid was acting.

I'm going to have to have words with Toshi, he thought, with no small amount of annoyance.

For now, though, he took a moment to frame his next words carefully: "Like I said before, you don't need to use a quirk to help, and... well, when you boil it down to the basics, that's what being a hero is: helping. That's why, in a crisis, heroes are the ones who run towards the danger. Just like you did."

"You... you really think I can be a hero? Even without a quirk?" Midoriya's voice was tremulous, his eyes shimmering with the faintest flicker of hope.

Flash's expression turned serious.

"It would take a lot of training, a lot of support equipment, and a lot of luck," he said finally. "It'd be dangerous, and I'm not gonna lie, your life expectancy wouldn't be very long, but... can you be a hero without a quirk? I don't see why not. There are plenty of heroes out there whose quirks aren't much good in a fight, after all."

Midoriya nodded, his face set with determination, a fire blazing in his eyes.

"Yeah," he declared. "I'm going to be a hero, no matter what Kacchan or All Might or anyone else says!"

Flash nodded and flashed him -- heh -- an encouraging smile. "I believe you, kid."

Kraka-Thoom!

He looked up at the darkening sky. "Anyway, we should probably get you home. Looks like there's a storm brewing. Probably from that little twister I made." He looked back down and gave Midoriya a wink and a smile. "Whoops."

Quirk or no quirk, this kid's got the will to go far, Flash thought. I wonder if the world's ready for a quirkless hero?

That was a question that would have to wait for another day, another hero, as fate, it seemed, had other plans.

KRAKA-THOOM!

 
Sure, he didn't fight the kind of villains All Might did,
He... doesn't? But he can-

who else could claim to have single-handedly saved an entire city's population from a nuclear explosion?
That, yeah. If Flash is physically capable of punching things at speed, even without some of his more bizarre comic book physics stuff, very few things appreciate being hit at hypervelocity++.

I mean, don't get me wrong, rescue and utility stuff is way more important when there's already a global surplus of face punchers. Particularly anywhere local to All Might. But he could be a face puncher in All Might's weight class, same as him hanging out with many incarnations of Superman. So I'm curious why there's that distinction, here.

... actually, no, it's probably just so he doesn't show up/overshadow All Might and completely break the setting, huh? And probably to keep consistency with his DC incarnations, where he just sort of doesn't hypervelocity++ punch things except for special occasions. Which is, likewise, probably so he doesn't completely break the setting.
 
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Flash is a game-breaker. I eagerly await shenanigans.

The intent for this was to give Midoriya an alternate power that requires a different approach from One For All and a mentor who takes a different angle in reassuring the public. Don't expect too much game-breaking even when/if I do take this somewhere.

He... doesn't? But he can-


That, yeah. If Flash is physically capable of punching things at speed, even without some of his more bizarre comic book physics stuff, very few things appreciate being hit at hypervelocity++.

I mean, don't get me wrong, rescue and utility stuff is way more important when there's already a global surplus of face punchers. Particularly anywhere local to All Might. But he could be a face puncher in All Might's weight class, same as him hanging out with many incarnations of Superman. So I'm curious why there's that distinction, here.

... actually, no, it's probably just so he doesn't show up/overshadow All Might and completely break the setting, huh? And probably to keep consistency with his DC incarnations, where he just sort of doesn't hypervelocity++ punch things except for special occasions. Which is, likewise, probably so he doesn't completely break the setting.

Even if Flash could get in on the face-punching, why would he when there are so many other qualified face-punchers around already?

And I have some ideas on the exact mechanisms of the Speed Force's physics-breaking that makes using such tactics regularly... less than ideal. Not sure how those ideas will pan out, but here's a hint: Midoriya breaking himself is still almost certainly going to be a thing.
 
The intent for this was to give Midoriya an alternate power that requires a different approach from One For All and a mentor who takes a different angle in reassuring the public. Don't expect too much game-breaking even when/if I do take this somewhere.



Even if Flash could get in on the face-punching, why would he when there are so many other qualified face-punchers around already?

And I have some ideas on the exact mechanisms of the Speed Force's physics-breaking that makes using such tactics regularly... less than ideal. Not sure how those ideas will pan out, but here's a hint: Midoriya breaking himself is still almost certainly going to be a thing.

Makes sense. Watching the TV show years ago, I was honestly surprised when Barry didn't shatter his hand when he punched a Weld-knockoff with several blocks worth of hyperspeed momentum built up. That kind of attack definitely sounds like an equivalent to Izuku doing a Smash at 100% though at least he won't be doing one of those by accident.
 
Makes sense. Watching the TV show years ago, I was honestly surprised when Barry didn't shatter his hand when he punched a Weld-knockoff with several blocks worth of hyperspeed momentum built up. That kind of attack definitely sounds like an equivalent to Izuku doing a Smash at 100% though at least he won't be doing one of those by accident.

For the record, Girder (complete with "person of living metal" powers) predates the first chapter of Worm by about ten years, as he first appeared in the comics in The Flash: Iron Heights in 2001.
 
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