[It takes a moment before Chobe catches on, and then he's actually impressed the hero's utilizing his bodily fluids in such a way. It's not entirely unheard of; he's seen various ninjutsu arts that involve forcibly secreting fluid from their pores, some with such mastery over their tao that they can use those fluids as malleable, sharp wires. Others would swallow poison, then secrete it through their skin in mimicry of poison dart frogs and the like.

But watching him squeeze out his hand to pump out explosive sweat? That's a first. But there's gotta be a more efficient process, he thinks. Sure, he'll naturally build it up pretty fast as he moves around, but it must be a pain for spur of the moment plans like this. . .

Well, thoughts for later. He holds his tongue over the clapback, still annoyed over being given orders. But as he rather not be blown apart in a simulator, he complies. Another vine takes back the homemade grenade, sealing the top and wrapping around it tightly so the sweat inside doesn't jostle. Then, like a crack of a whip, it's tossed over the wall, riiiight into the broken storefront. There's a faint clatter, and just barely a quip of an NPC going "What. . ."

Then boom. The force of which blows back against the wall, a few vines on the other taking the brunt of it and burning off. Glass and building bits fire off as well, and they can see the disintegrating colorful hologram cubes of the attackers scattered among the debris overhead. Chobe almost loses his footing, but then. . .just starts laughing. Look even he isn't so petty he can't appreciate a good demolition!! To think just a few beads of sweat was such an annoying menace for him before, a grenade full is just nasty. He cackles, slapping Bakugo on the shoulder.]

Alright, I'll concede, those were some nice fireworks! If those were flesh and blood people, you would have just fucking annihilated 'em! Hah!