[If Bakugo were to turn that trick on him, it wouldn't be the first time. Being "lasered," that is. Turns out, it fucking sucks! And sometimes plant-like gods attack with them. One would think they'd attack with vines or flower petals or some shit, but nope. Fucking lasers!
Back to the matter at hand, Chobe curses under his breath as he takes cover, leaning against the barrier of vines. He could just go all out, full vine assault, but the thought makes him sick. Using even a fraction of his full power on trash that isn't even real? Laughable, that's beneath him. Still, there's a reason he's fascinated by guns. Even if they can't kill him, they still fucking hurt. Good to know they just get deadlier and deadlier as years pass.
When Bakugo lands next to him, he scoffs, expecting some smart ass remark on how he left himself wide open (and to be fair, he did. Really, a rookie mistake). But instead, the hero's barking orders. Scowling, Chobe raises an eyebrow in suspicion. He'll do it, but his level of pride doesn't really make him a great team player.]
Don't tell me what to do, brat. You wanna see a trick that badly?
[He figures there's a reason for it, but the intent is lost on him for now. But he relents, holding out his palm. The skin splits as smaller, thick vines grow from it, twisting around each other until they form a palm-sized gourd, hollow as requested. He holds it over to Bakugo.]
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Back to the matter at hand, Chobe curses under his breath as he takes cover, leaning against the barrier of vines. He could just go all out, full vine assault, but the thought makes him sick. Using even a fraction of his full power on trash that isn't even real? Laughable, that's beneath him. Still, there's a reason he's fascinated by guns. Even if they can't kill him, they still fucking hurt. Good to know they just get deadlier and deadlier as years pass.
When Bakugo lands next to him, he scoffs, expecting some smart ass remark on how he left himself wide open (and to be fair, he did. Really, a rookie mistake). But instead, the hero's barking orders. Scowling, Chobe raises an eyebrow in suspicion. He'll do it, but his level of pride doesn't really make him a great team player.]
Don't tell me what to do, brat. You wanna see a trick that badly?
[He figures there's a reason for it, but the intent is lost on him for now. But he relents, holding out his palm. The skin splits as smaller, thick vines grow from it, twisting around each other until they form a palm-sized gourd, hollow as requested. He holds it over to Bakugo.]
What ya gonna do, make a fucking lantern?