[Stagnation--Chobe's got a complicated relationship with it. He and his brother are immortal now, until someone stronger comes around to take them out, and they could potentially live for thousands and thousands of years, wreaking havoc and having fun together forever. But it's only fun because the world changes around them, grows, reshapes itself, and they're forced to adapt over and over again. How long can he adapt here? And if he does, will he change too much. . .?

The barrage of explosions obliterates that trail of thoughts though, and he smirks, watching the digital cubes crumble in his hands as Bakugo clears the smoke. Damn, he just gave the brat a whole slew of points because he wanted to get a bit more personal with his kills. Aw well.]

You don't gotta look out for me.

[Probably just instinctive for the hero, he thinks. He lazily moseys over to pick up an axe one of the dispatched thugs dropped. Been a long time since he used something this basic, but could be fun. He shoots a smug smile at Bakugo as he props it on his shoulder.]

And nah. I wanna see you kill someone with your bare hands. They ain't real, so why not?

[The sound of some of other npcs stupidly charging up the fire escape. Chobe darts forward as the first emerges, burying the axe in their head. Poof, insta-kill.

Sooo much more satisfying than using his vines all the time.]