[He is a loud one. Ironically he's usually pretty quiet and serious, liking his surroundings calm. But being a living pile of gunpowder means a volatile existence, going off at little things aplenty. Still, during a battle, it's noise and light and heat all over, leaving clouds of smoke and ringing eardrums over craters and collateral damage. Of which there's surprisingly little. His blasts focused far more on their targets than wanton destruction. Sure a few stores are gonna need face lifts and windows replaced, but the battle stayed almost entirely contained to this street, and one section at that.

Chobe did far more damage than Bakugo. But that's Chobe for you. It sucks because, bloodlust aside, Bakugo could see the guy using his powers to be a hero. But he made his decision, and comes from an entirely different kind of world.]

Hmph. [He'll take half the clap. Bakugo's victory two fold. He won their competition and he kept Chobe entertained without villainous craziness. Does he think it'll work every time? Hell no! But whenever it's good enough, is one less clash. If he ever finds the guy in here on his own, Bakugo's gonna be pretty impressed. He picks up quick.]

Haa?! That's bullshit and you know it. You'd piss yourself before I cried for help. [He'll never! Firing a barb right back because that's what they do now. At least Chobe didn't come in far behind him. Ignoring the subtraction for getting shot, their scores are close. Good. He'd be pissed if the man sucked bad enough to lag far behind.]

Don't change your comparison. [A kitten's now a comet, so a weed becomes...? Bakugo rolls his shoulder and tilts his head, sending a pop and a few cracks into the air.] Next time I'll plaster your score all over the ground.