I've heard that bullshit before! [From his childhood friends all the way to the fucking public at large. Bastards wanna judge him on what he looks like, not what he's literally doing in front of their faces! But Chobe's right; Bakugo's doped up on adrenaline and pride right now, actually having some goddamn fun in this place for once! Weird it's beside a criminal.
Grit crunches underfoot as he turns and eyes Chobe's lowering wall. Damn, he can make some pretty big constructs with that. There goes the scythe, transforming into a forearm blade for good measure. Someone wants to get close range again. He really needs to figure out what these limits are! Most of the time Chobe's flora constructs remain attached to him despite taking larger shapes and covering wide areas. Pretty sure he can separate them from himself, but does he lose control of them once they're sliced? Do they get weaker? ... Not gonna ask right now, but it's something he's keeping in mind for later.]
Haa?! I'm barely breaking a sweat! Back off; I can handle the rest of these assholes on my own! [Rawr! Someone wants to be oh so impressive. Explosions burst and pop around his hand, other hand charging up another larger blast.] Just try to keep up with me.
[Bakugo only plans to take the killcount into consideration for who wins. Body hits are more a note for how he can improve. He faces their approaching foes, who appear to be moving towards them en masse, like an angry mob full of pitchforks and clubs. Well, in this case, upgraded to modern weaponry.] Don't lose too hard, Zombie!
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Grit crunches underfoot as he turns and eyes Chobe's lowering wall. Damn, he can make some pretty big constructs with that. There goes the scythe, transforming into a forearm blade for good measure. Someone wants to get close range again. He really needs to figure out what these limits are! Most of the time Chobe's flora constructs remain attached to him despite taking larger shapes and covering wide areas. Pretty sure he can separate them from himself, but does he lose control of them once they're sliced? Do they get weaker? ... Not gonna ask right now, but it's something he's keeping in mind for later.]
Haa?! I'm barely breaking a sweat! Back off; I can handle the rest of these assholes on my own! [Rawr! Someone wants to be oh so impressive. Explosions burst and pop around his hand, other hand charging up another larger blast.] Just try to keep up with me.
[Bakugo only plans to take the killcount into consideration for who wins. Body hits are more a note for how he can improve. He faces their approaching foes, who appear to be moving towards them en masse, like an angry mob full of pitchforks and clubs. Well, in this case, upgraded to modern weaponry.] Don't lose too hard, Zombie!
[Ka-BOOM! Murder McMissile away.]