Inheritance of Giants

Paranoid

They almost began walking before, "Oh, I almost forgot something!"

Martinez blinked before he felt his arms locked behind his back as he began to struggle.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Toga's voice rang in his ear as the knife snaked its way across his neck. "Your life is in your own hands now. Don't you waste it on some dumb, 'heroic deed.'"

They walked back through the areas Toga cut through, Toga feeling a frown mar her face. The plant life had already begun to grow back. Well, that didn't look true. She could only tell because she trained her cuts to be consistent. However, here and now, she saw imperfections in her cuts, meaning that either her training was failing, an unlikely seranio. That only left the factor of plant life.

'I'll ask him when we get there,' Toga thought with a huff.

Martinez's eyes widened when he saw the boy unconscious on the ground, spitting out his gag. "Why is a child here?!"

"I'm a child too," Toga muttered, bothered her gag wasn't working.

"Wait- what?! No, no, no, children shouldn't be trained that good, you'd, like, okay, your body isn't built for that! Like, biologically not built for it!"

"Well, I'm not biologically accurate, so beat it," Toga sighed.

"Well, okay, that makes sense, I'm able to breathe in the smoke of this environment because of my quirk, but still!" Martinez continued. "That's, like, I don't know, that's probably military level training from those cuts and moves you were pulling. I mean, I think it was. I don't know... maybe you just have a knife telekinesis Quirk?"

Martinez grunted as his feet were taken out from beneath him, yelped as a knife was shoved into his line of sight.

"No," Toga muttered with a frown. "Don't you ever doubt my abilities."

"Okay, okay, jeez, sorry," Martinez whimpered out, eyes focused on the knife as he tried to move it away with his nose. "Can you... take that out of my face, please? It's... really uncomfortable."

"Hmmm..." Narrowing her eyes, Toga's knife snaked its way back down to his neck before she blinked. "Oh my god, I'm an idiot! Your hand, duh!"

"Uh..." Martinez blinked in confusion. "Yeah. Duh- YOW!"

Toga had unbandaged Matinez and grabbed his wrist, pouring his blood into a cup.

"God damn, little lady, could you- ow, ow, ow, stop, stop! Please! Fuck!"

She had stabbed into the wound again to drain more blood, Martinez starting to shake with pain.

Then she dropped the arm, Martinez sagging in pain and relief.

"That... that was not cool!" Martinez wheezed, grabbing his wrist while he curled into a ball. "Fucking shit! Fuck, that hurts more than that time I broke my ribs!"

"Give me your wrist," Toge muttered.

"Oh hell no, little lady," Martinez yelled, scrambling away and kicking up dust. "Uh uh, that's getting a no from me, no siree!"

"Let me bandage your wrist," Toga said with a frown. She didn't hurt him that much, come on!

"I will do that myself, thank you very much! I know how to!"

Toga scowled but threw the bandages at him, hitting him in the forehead. "Knock yourself out. Call me when it doesn't work."

Turning back to the cup of blood, she sighed and grabbed her backpack, pulling out an advanced looking thermos, and pouring its metal grey insides into another cup, filling it a fourth of the way. Then, Toga carefully tipped the blood filled cup until only a drop fell into the grey mix, the surface turning blood red.