[In some ways Yato is grateful those in their way have been steadily turning out to be less than human in more ways than one - it means he can hack through them with little to no remorse, allowing his base nature to come to the forefront and act on instinct rather than logic. Anyone who gets in his way at this point is an opponent, be they man, woman, child, or Outsider. Maybe the bodies they leave strewn about will deter other cult members from pursuing them, but he doubts it.

It's truly only because Bakugo is accompanying him that he doesn't allow himself to become a completely destructive spirit, tearing through those before him in a bloody mess. Instead, he keeps his cuts shallow and to their legs and arms when possible, reserving chest and neck blows for those who are more difficult to take down.

He doesn't doubt Bakugo has seen hell already, but that doesn't mean he wants to add to the trauma. He wouldn't forgive himself for it later on.

Not that it'll stop him from argue with his teammate. Caution is all but gone from his game plan. All that matters is getting to where their friends are being held. Everything else is a distant second.]

You wanna sit back and relax while they're doing fuck knows what to them?! We need to hurry! [Even if part of him recognizes how foolish it is to make a beeline for the deepest part of the castle, his desperation is so great that doesn't stop, only sparing a glance back at Bakugo to glare at him for being so meek at a time like this.

At least until swinging axe comes out of nowhere, nearly lopping his nose off.

Then, he pauses for a breather, standing stiff as a board with the metal mere millimeters from his face.]

...'kay. Maybe we should slow down a little. ...just a bit, though.