[The worst part is that normally Yato adores kids, enjoys seeing happy children and parents together. Something he never got to experience himself. Yet the fact these villagers are using their own flesh and blood to try forming a barricade to prevent them from rescuing their friends is enough to make him sick. And even hate the little twerps for standing in their way. It's a frustrating contradiction that only serves to ire him more.
Thankfully they're no really part of the castle's defenses, leaving them to only deal with adults, traps, and fucking undead individuals who look like something out of a horror movie. Which is plenty trouble as is. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's aware that Bakugo has to pull his explosive punches to keep everyone safe from debris and unwanted destruction. He'll be grateful for it later, but right now it's merely another annoyance.]
I'd like to see you try! [Though he knows the kid could probably do a damn good job of keeping him at bay and blasting him until he's worn out and injured if he chose to. It's not (much of) a real threat, just something to keep them going and get the blood pumping. It almost gets him smiling again, which is a good sign. Shows that he's gradually calming down, if only by a small degree.]
Tch... Fine, whatever. [He agrees mostly to appease the brat, though there is some honest acknowledgement in there as well. He won't deny that he himself is a danger to Bakugo and the rest of their team as well in this moment as he slowly slips further and further towards instability. Hearing that Bakugo would take him out if he gets too far gone is... reassuring, actually. It gets a chuckle out of him along with a wry smile.] Don't think I'll go that far, but if you need to, go for it. I won't blame you.
[This time Yato waits at the doorway to skim the room for any signs of traps when the next wave of opponents come charging out at them, earning an annoyed sigh from the god. Honestly, these peons are just getting to be a waste of their time. ...which may be the point. Turning grim, he nods in agreement.] No kidding.
[Finally, a genuine grin makes its wake onto his face. Bakugo definitely reminds him of Yukine in both the best and worst ways. Determined, with a temper, yet strong when the situation calls for it... If there was time, he'd be a bastard and ruffle the kid's hair. Alas. No time for games, not when he raises his swords to prepare for the next onslaught.]
I'd never. Nothing but respect for ya, kid. [Rushing forward, he slashes at the first fang-clad individual's legs, making him fall forward so he can hit him on the back of the head with the hilt of his blade. Non-lethal means for the moment. He's feeling more in control of himself after the bantering.] Careful not to bring the house down on us~
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Thankfully they're no really part of the castle's defenses, leaving them to only deal with adults, traps, and fucking undead individuals who look like something out of a horror movie. Which is plenty trouble as is. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's aware that Bakugo has to pull his explosive punches to keep everyone safe from debris and unwanted destruction. He'll be grateful for it later, but right now it's merely another annoyance.]
I'd like to see you try! [Though he knows the kid could probably do a damn good job of keeping him at bay and blasting him until he's worn out and injured if he chose to. It's not (much of) a real threat, just something to keep them going and get the blood pumping. It almost gets him smiling again, which is a good sign. Shows that he's gradually calming down, if only by a small degree.]
Tch... Fine, whatever. [He agrees mostly to appease the brat, though there is some honest acknowledgement in there as well. He won't deny that he himself is a danger to Bakugo and the rest of their team as well in this moment as he slowly slips further and further towards instability. Hearing that Bakugo would take him out if he gets too far gone is... reassuring, actually. It gets a chuckle out of him along with a wry smile.] Don't think I'll go that far, but if you need to, go for it. I won't blame you.
[This time Yato waits at the doorway to skim the room for any signs of traps when the next wave of opponents come charging out at them, earning an annoyed sigh from the god. Honestly, these peons are just getting to be a waste of their time. ...which may be the point. Turning grim, he nods in agreement.] No kidding.
[Finally, a genuine grin makes its wake onto his face. Bakugo definitely reminds him of Yukine in both the best and worst ways. Determined, with a temper, yet strong when the situation calls for it... If there was time, he'd be a bastard and ruffle the kid's hair. Alas. No time for games, not when he raises his swords to prepare for the next onslaught.]
I'd never. Nothing but respect for ya, kid. [Rushing forward, he slashes at the first fang-clad individual's legs, making him fall forward so he can hit him on the back of the head with the hilt of his blade. Non-lethal means for the moment. He's feeling more in control of himself after the bantering.] Careful not to bring the house down on us~