At this point, the underground pipelines and some wiring had been ruptured, creating makeshift water fountains that sparked dangerously with electric currents. Katsuki had no idea what Shigaraki was talking about, but the dent was telling enough for him to pause and catch something out of the corner of his eye-

A nearby bench had been hit by the decay particles, turning dry and gray before it faded into the wind.

"Shit-"

Katsuki noticed movement closer to him, and without thinking smacked off the neckguard as it began to decay too, only for it to spread to his glove and up his bracer. Without hesitation, he used his quirk to launch it off as it decayed into nothing too, leaving his left arm exposed and vulnerable.

Somehow, Shigaraki had powered up significantly since the last time he saw him. And now he was here, in Heropa, where millions of civilians lived, and Katsuki was alone and he couldn't run, he couldn't leave them, he had to fight.

His wide-eyed stare twisted into a scowl as he began running at him again.