[Someday, Bakugo can tell Chobe about his hero costume, provided the guy wants to sit there and listen to him talk about it. But mostly going over the gear on his forearms, which utilize the absorbent padding of his armored gloves and the siphons along his forearms to suck his sweat up and store it in tanks stored within his gauntlets. Meaning during battle, even while he's at rest, his costume's charging up fuel for even larger explosions. Which can also be emptied out into makeshift grenades. Like this one. All to say, efficiency, so he doesn't have to "milk the snake" whenever he needs to create an impromptu bomb.
While Bakugo bristles about being given orders exactly the same as Chobe, there's a slight difference between ordering someone around and providing direction/instruction in a momentary team up situation. He silently notes how the man seals up the gourd's top-- impressive --and then braces himself for the resulting explosion. Whip crack toss. Can't see the landing, but a tinkle of glass says he soared it right through the damn window. Better how this fucking vine wall holds up because it's gonna be BIG!
SHIT!! He braces against the wall slightly, feeling it surge and quiver from heated impact. At max power, one Grenadier Bracer can level a building. A grenade like that likely destroyed the general "room" Chobe's target crouched in. There goes cubes, scattered all over in a censored smear of gore. Bakugo stands up while the madman beside him busts a gut. For some reason... and he doesn't want to think too hard about it... Chobe's laughter over it's kinda childishly cute.
Oof-!!] Don't hit me, Zombie! [Jeeze. What a pain in the ass. He clicks his tongue but doesn't try to smack him. But his scowl morphs into a semi-eerie grin over praising his power.] Of course it would have! That's the point!
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While Bakugo bristles about being given orders exactly the same as Chobe, there's a slight difference between ordering someone around and providing direction/instruction in a momentary team up situation. He silently notes how the man seals up the gourd's top-- impressive --and then braces himself for the resulting explosion. Whip crack toss. Can't see the landing, but a tinkle of glass says he soared it right through the damn window. Better how this fucking vine wall holds up because it's gonna be BIG!
SHIT!! He braces against the wall slightly, feeling it surge and quiver from heated impact. At max power, one Grenadier Bracer can level a building. A grenade like that likely destroyed the general "room" Chobe's target crouched in. There goes cubes, scattered all over in a censored smear of gore. Bakugo stands up while the madman beside him busts a gut. For some reason... and he doesn't want to think too hard about it... Chobe's laughter over it's kinda childishly cute.
Oof-!!] Don't hit me, Zombie! [Jeeze. What a pain in the ass. He clicks his tongue but doesn't try to smack him. But his scowl morphs into a semi-eerie grin over praising his power.] Of course it would have! That's the point!