Time seemed to stop as Pastel found himself suddenly facing an incoming truck which seemed to be a potential explosive. He quickly unwound his long strands of hair and began reforming it into a solid mass before him. What appeared to be a giant ball of hair eventually formed a giant fist like appendage from his head. And another hero's timing couldn't be any more perfect. Paragon, a gigantic man of a hero, jumped into the fray and sent the incoming vehicles trajectory off course. With his unrivalled strength, Paragon was able to grab the truck, and was able to deflect it, giving Pastel enough time to charge up for his winning blow.
Pastel had already caught wind of what Paragon was saying - and almost automatically, and fearlessly, leaped forward to intercept the new path of the truck.
"On it!"
The gigantic mass of hair which had formed a fist would be cocked back behind him. Pastel placed himself right underneath the truck, just moments before it would make impact with the concrete below. Then, he would strike with his quirk.
"OOOOOORAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The giant fist like projection of his hair swung rapidly into the facade of the truck, colliding with its mass and producing a loud bang. The weight of the truck colliding with the strike of his reinforced appendage; and the weight and force of his attack colliding with the mass of the truck - would cause his body to sink into the concrete as it cracked underneath his own weight. He sank into his knees as they bent down; and used a part of his hair to support the whole weight of his attack from behind reducing the strain it had on his physique. After all, he wasn't a muscular guy.
The truck would be sent flying high into the air. As it reached its peak, it would, creating a loud boom. The explosion would probably occur at a height just enough to prevent what would have been a catastrophic explosion if it had hit the ground. But the next thing coming would be the fragments and shrapnel from what was once a truck. Where it would fall... He hoped no one would get hurt.
Trully, there was probably a better way he could have handled the situation, but as time had demanded him to act with haste, Pastel thought that it was probably what all he could have done. However, that quick save he did took quite a bit out of him that he had originally thought.
As the skies turn a bright orange from the fiery explosion of the truck up above, he'd look to where Paragon was, hoping that he'd be able to do more about the steel-commanding villain that they were up against.
Pastel had already caught wind of what Paragon was saying - and almost automatically, and fearlessly, leaped forward to intercept the new path of the truck.
"On it!"
The gigantic mass of hair which had formed a fist would be cocked back behind him. Pastel placed himself right underneath the truck, just moments before it would make impact with the concrete below. Then, he would strike with his quirk.
"OOOOOORAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The giant fist like projection of his hair swung rapidly into the facade of the truck, colliding with its mass and producing a loud bang. The weight of the truck colliding with the strike of his reinforced appendage; and the weight and force of his attack colliding with the mass of the truck - would cause his body to sink into the concrete as it cracked underneath his own weight. He sank into his knees as they bent down; and used a part of his hair to support the whole weight of his attack from behind reducing the strain it had on his physique. After all, he wasn't a muscular guy.
The truck would be sent flying high into the air. As it reached its peak, it would, creating a loud boom. The explosion would probably occur at a height just enough to prevent what would have been a catastrophic explosion if it had hit the ground. But the next thing coming would be the fragments and shrapnel from what was once a truck. Where it would fall... He hoped no one would get hurt.
Trully, there was probably a better way he could have handled the situation, but as time had demanded him to act with haste, Pastel thought that it was probably what all he could have done. However, that quick save he did took quite a bit out of him that he had originally thought.
As the skies turn a bright orange from the fiery explosion of the truck up above, he'd look to where Paragon was, hoping that he'd be able to do more about the steel-commanding villain that they were up against.
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