Eren Jeager stood on one side of the ruined street, his opponent on the other. Mt. Lady was one of the few heros of Japan to flee before they were all arrested and put into holding cells by Kaneki.

He had been fighting this woman for over an hour now and neither one had the upper hand.

"It would appear that we are at an impasse." The heroine said.

'No we are not.' Eren thought. 'I have gotten out of situations more challenging then this.'

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Mt. Lady taunted.

Once upon a time the taunt would have worked on Eren, but that was when he was an arrogant and hotheaded brat. He was a mature adult now and knew that such things were beneath him. He very carefully formulated a plan on how to deal with the giantess.

Mt. Lady finally ran out of patience and charged, leaping into the air.

"CANYON CANNON!" The heroine yelled and brought her foot crashing down.

Eren rolled out of the way quite easily out of the way. 'What's this world have with calling out their attacks?' Eren pondered and punched his opponent, hardening his fist at the last second.

Mt. Lady went flying into a nearby building, courtesy of Eren's crystal battering ram like fist. As she struggled to extract herself from the rubble Eren tapped into the power of the War Hammer Titan for the first time. Crystal armour crawl up his skin, giving him an extra layer of protection.

'I wonder how Hange would have gotten through this?' He thought and immediately regretted it as a longing for his mother-figure clouded his mind.

"DYNAMIC PUNCH!" Mt. Lady screamed and punched Eren in the head, causing him to go flying this time.

Irritated at himself for being distracted, Eren rose to his feet and begun to form a weapon via the power of the War Hammer Titan. As he was unused to it, the process took forever and during that time he was punched, kicked, headbutted and just downright beaten by the giant hero. Sometimes he would have to restart his creation from scratch as the giantess would deliver a low blow, breaking his attention.

'I did originally have a plan... But as Erwin once said, planning isn't always the key to winning. Sometimes we need to follow our hearts and minds.'

Using his abilities, Eren manipulated the crystal until his jaw was capable of speech.

"Play time's over bitch." He snarled and swung his war hammer into her knee. Mt. Lady buckled and landed on her now busted leg. Crying out in pain she tried to stand, but Eren brought his weapon crashing into her rib cage. A sickening crack was heard and the heroine coughed up blood. With his final swing he crushed her head. Mt. Lady was no more.

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Katsuki Bakugo sat in the laboratory, watching the tellivision set up by Hatsume.
Sensei and the rest of the elite soldiers were currently waging war over in New York, and it was being broadcasted world wide.

"So, how's it feel to have a working voice box again?" His girlfriend, Itsuka Kendo asked as she lay there in his arms.

"It.. is re-refreshing.. b-but di-dif-difficult." Katsuki croaked in response as the machinery slowly tuned itself to him.

Powerloader, Hatsume and The Doctor had sent the better half of the seize fire trying to recreate both Katsuki's vocal box and cords, as well as Aizawa's leg. The sleep deprived man had left about an hour ago, via the help of crutches and the assistance of Fuyumi Todoroki. Katsuki had to remain until his voice box was fully tuned.

"What.. do you want t-to do once this war i-is finished?" He asked.

"Depends on the outcome. If we win I'll consider joining the Peacekeepers that Sensei and Uraraka are setting up. If we lose I'm not going to surrender. I'll go out with a bang, bring as many of them with me as possible. What about you?"

"I don't k-know."

"Fair enough."

A couple minutes past and the pair watched the battle with interest. It looked like their side was winning, of the level of destruction was anything to go by.

Katsuki put his hand into his pocket and fumbled around for a small square object.

'It's now or never. Come on Katsuki.' He thought.

Katsuki shuffled off the bed, much to Itsuka's displeasure and stood barley a metre away from her. Getting down on one knee he pulled out the object.

"Itsuka Kendo my dearest, how would you like to spend the rest of our lives, as long or as short as they may be together?"