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They were attacking him. Was he dreaming? Was this an illusion quirk?
Instinctively he dodged, and activated his quirk.
Fuck those extras.
Real or not, he wouldn't be going down without a fight.
Bakugou couldn't believe his eyes.
One moment he was walking down an alley just after school. And now he was standing in the middle of a heated battlefield.
Arrows was flying to his directions. Shouts. Horses and soldiers.