[A quick glance at his wrist as he rolls his opposing shoulder. The watch acts as some kind of tracker and score keeper? Every little piece of technology keeps surprising him. Must be able to sense their tao or muscle tension or some bullshit, he figures.

He looks to the holographic figures, all sneering, cracking their own knuckles and readying their weapons. Oooh, guns, he's just gotten used to those. He wonders if they're even more deadly now. But "not civlians?" Hah! The brat still wants to take the high road. A lazy, lopsided smile, and he begins counting the targets.]

Ah, I get ya. But just taking out punks ain't no fun--I'm not super creative, y'see, so I gotta give them a little more life. So that guy there--[He points at someone with a shiv.] He was driven to crime to scrape up money for his sick ma. And that one there? [A big guy with massive fists and an eyepatch.] Dragged into the underworld while tryin' to protect his little sister. Oh, oh, and THAT ONE! [A guy with a lead pipe. . .]

He's just in the wrong place at the wrong time, probably a plumber or somethin'. But he's gotta fight his way out of this too, or die.

[He looks to Bakugo and just BEAMS annoyingly.]

There we go! I'm all hype to kill them and crush their dreams now. Ready to go when you are!