"There’s no need to do anything drastic."
Mikumo isn’t used to having to assemble on the fly like this, but that destructive Quirk is a force to be reckoned with. He should be thankful that it’s just his gear being destroyed and not his body.
“You’re wrong,” he says, just for the sake of saying it. He still needs more time, he’s scanning the debris for anything he can get his hands on and jamming all the bits together as he runs. The portable oxygen bottle in his kit is technically supposed to be used as an emergency air supply, but run that through a bit of metal tube stuffed with iron wool...
A common lighter is all it takes. The wool ignites, then the rod itself, pure steel crackling like an oversized sparkler. He swipes his homemade thermal lance across the ground to test it and it leaves a molten gouge in the concrete. “Drastic is the only way people like me can keep up with people like you.”