[Smacking someone in the middle of a blood-crazed warpath is a stupid idea. But grabbing Tsurumaru in a bear hug or clapping a hand on his shoulder was asking to get a reverse stab from the front. He respects the swordsman's skills enough to avoid risking it. The impact makes him stumble and throws Tsurumaru off his balance for just enough a moment that Bakugo can get a position ready to defend himself and catch the resulting swing.

Shit, what's with those eyes? How many Outsiders are running around with cat eyes when they get mad? That makes three of four now. Bakugo shoves the thought aside as he holds onto Tsurumaru's wrist, not tight enough to make him drop the sword, but hopefully enough not to get the thing swiveled and poked into the side of his head.]

Back to normal, huh? [That was fast. Good.] You didn't cut anyone on our side. [Getting that potential guilt out of the way before Tsurumaru can horrify himself with unnecessary guilt. The rest...]

I don't know how many of these bastards are still human or not. [He eases off the sword spirit's arm, glancing around the downed enemies.] Is this like those spirits you battled with the other swords in your world?