Terro took some deep breaths as he watched the rocks collapsed on Val. The heat wasn't as bad anymore, but it wasn't going to help too much now. He took a minute to catch his breath, but very quickly noticed that steam was coming between the cracks. He took his stance once more, taking some deep breaths. To his surprise though, a flaming aura exploded from the rocks, sending them flying in every direction. Val's body was covered by the inferno aura, a smirk across her face as she pointed at her opponent.
"You’re strong, Terro, but I’m going to be the greatest hero! Nothing is going to stand in my way. Whatever you throw at me I’ll just keep coming back as strong as ever!” Valerie bent down, rushing forward with her flaming body, launching a column of flame overhead and down towards Terro. Terro moved to the right, trying to get out of the way, but the flames managed to get on his left pant leg, igniting it on fire. He let out of cry as the fire began to ate his pants. He quickly undid his pants, kicking it them away before the flames ate them away to nothingness.
His left leg was now hurting, the skin discolored from a burn. It wasn't the worst, but now he definitely now couldn't move that well anymore. The boxers-clad martial artist decided it was best to stand his ground, since moving would probably just leave him wide open. Val threw a massive punch, which Terro managed to block, but he wasn't ready for Val to hit him with an uppercut to his chin, causing the weakened boy to be launched back, hitting the ground and rolling away, ending up at the middle of the arena.
"You done yet?" Val asked as she watched Terro try to stand up, the martial artist coughing a bit as he did. A thought ran through his mind. Was he done yet? His leg was injured, his body taken to its limits. For the first time in his life, his martial arts couldn't help him, with his quirk and his control over it not being enough... There was no way he could win in a straight fight. But then a thought came to him.
They weren't in a straight fight.
Terro forced himself to a knee, panting and wiping the blood from his mouth once more. Despite his heavy breathing, despite his injuries, he was smirking, something having clicked in his head. "You may become the greatest hero, Val, but you still are gonna have to get me ice cream!"
Terro clenched his fist, raising it over his head, gritting his teeth before he smashed into the stadium with all his might, cracking the stage horizontally, making a large, clean crack from one side to the other. Afterwards, he slowly stood on his feet, legs wobbling, but still supporting him. He raised a fist, and a rock wall was summoned right in front of the crack, easily twice as tall as either of them and stretching the length of the stage.
With that done, he fell back onto a knee, ignoring the pain in his leg as he reached into the crack and grabbed on the best he could. It was only right though... to yell his new attack's name.
Hissatsu!! Haō Kohryuu-jin!!! Using his quirk and pulling up with his arms, he began to lift the stage, which rumbled as it was slowly unearthed. He slowly stood up adjusting himself so he was pushing the stage, tilting it more and more. He gritted his teeth as he stood, doing his best to ignore the pain... but his left leg sent a sharp pang of it through his body, causing him to fall back to his knee. He couldn't let it end now. He got this far, Val pushing him to an extent no one had before. He couldn't let it end here, he had to rise above... he had to keep pushing forward!
"Chabudai Gaeshi!!" With one final yell, he stood back up to his feet, pushing the stage up with both body and quirk, before he used his quirk to make sure the stage tipped straight up, perpendicular to the ground. He stood, both hands over his head, using the very last reserve of his strength to stay standing. If he fell over, he wouldn't get back up, he knew that. So he stood, breathing hard, waiting for either a call of victory or for Val to tip him over. No matter the outcome, he knew he had used all he had... and in the end, that was what mattered, right?