The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Midnight declared Katsuki the winner. Peter had leaped from his seat onto the arena and helped her up. "Hey." He said. "Come on. Let's take a break." He put her arm around him.Ochaco was so close she could have touched him, she was blown back rolling on the ground. Getting up on her knees she looked over towards Katsuki as the prices of debri bounced off the ground now in tiny pebbles. "what how?.....it just took him one shot..." she said looking at him amazed and horrified. 'got to keep going cant give up!' she thought getting back up her breathing heavy. Her hand turned into fists as she took a few steps about to run towards Katsuki once more. But after a few steps, her legs buckled and she fell to the ground.
Katsuki came up where Kirashima told him off. "Come on man. You can't treat a frail lady like that." He said. "Shut the hell up. And I'd hardly call her frail." He said rubbing his aching wrist.