"Crap!" He wrenched at his neck gear in panic. The smell of burnt circuitry was acrid in his nostrils and he gagged, dismayed. It had been damaged, and there was no way it was in good working order.
Present Mic swore under his breath. He didn't know if it could dampen and direct his quirk enough to use it. There were civilians in the area, and if he shouted now they might get hurt as well. True, he could tone his voice down and would still deafen the villians, but it would also reach the ears of everyone around. Their hearing would come back but if there was one thing he had learned it was that civilians <i>really</i> didn't like being deafened.
"Never mind that they're gonna get clobbered by the bad guys," he muttered. He would also become the enemy if he dared to save them in any manner that would cause them be inconvenienced. He glanced around and saw that his previous yell had loosened some rubble from a building construction site nearby. The villians were congregating underneath, plotting their next move. Mic raised an eyebrow and slowly reached down to grab a chunk of concrete in his hand. He gauged the distance between him and the pile and threw at a precise angle.
They didn't realize what was happening as the bits and pieces fell all at once, crumbling on top of them. Luckily this bought enough time so that another hero showed up and easily captured the rest.
He sighed with relief. Now all he had to do was get this damn thing fixed... again.
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