[Chobe's starting to think Bakugo doesn't do anything without a bang. Suits him though, he thinks. And with him zipping all over the place, it reminds Chobe how annoyingly speedy the brat is. He feels like he'd have slightly more of an advantage in close quarters to inhibit that mobility, but the downside is Bakugo could just fucking blow him up. A living, highly mobile grenade, with a short fuse and barely contained bloodlust. If he were back in Chobe's time, he'd rack up a rep that'd send most villains scrambling in little to no time.

Once the smoke clears, Chobe slow claps. Half sarcastic, half genuine, if casual. He's not gonna lie and say he wasn't entertained. And he's picked up quite a bit, not just about Bakugo, but the level of technology in this place. Coming from someone who didn't know what a television was a week ago, he feels like he's adapting pretty well.

He grins wide, surveying the chaos, satisfied.]

Hah! Color me surprised. Here I was convinced you were gonna have cry and whine for help. [He knows Bakugo would never, but he won't ever stop needling. He checks his watch--high score goes to Bakugo of course, but all Chobe can do can snicker.]

Huuuh, looks like you won. But if a weed could keep up with a comet, that means ya need to step up yer game for next time.