[Dammit, he can't believe he's picking himself out of the fucking wall with Yato's shitty 'dad joke' echoing in his rattle brain. Grabbing onto a stone jutting out in front of him, Bakugo pulls forward and sits up in a chunk of wall shaped vaguely of his own outline. Back throbbing, elbows and tailbone still ringing with the pain of impact. He can't tell if his ribs are cracked or broken. Now he has to deal with this bastard shutting off their powers manually.
Yeah, he's trained a lot to be able to fight without his Quirk, but to suddenly have it erased as if Aizawa-sensei looked at him? It'll always catch him off guard since he doesn't expect it. Shit, now he can't rely on the damn rift regularly making timed pulses. It's at this creature's discretion until he finds out otherwise. A quick check fails to make sparks or even secrete his sweat on command. Completely cut off...
Move. He can't sit here in powerlessness. Bakugo snarls as he stands up, forcing the pain aside. Move. He can still fight. Red eyes lock onto the battlefield, noticing the way the Outsiders who can swarm it are still doing so, with the ones reliant on their powers likewise picking themselves out of a stunned impact.
Yato does get a nick in on the ribs, obviously going for the heart, but once the kaiju starts to shift and squirm, that heart moves elsewhere as it shapeshifts from a canine semblance to an avian cloak. Shit, so immortal and shapeshifting. He's feeling optimistic. As it takes off, Bakugo instantly notices its aversion to the glowing plants in the room. That's where he's headed now.]
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Yeah, he's trained a lot to be able to fight without his Quirk, but to suddenly have it erased as if Aizawa-sensei looked at him? It'll always catch him off guard since he doesn't expect it. Shit, now he can't rely on the damn rift regularly making timed pulses. It's at this creature's discretion until he finds out otherwise. A quick check fails to make sparks or even secrete his sweat on command. Completely cut off...
Move. He can't sit here in powerlessness. Bakugo snarls as he stands up, forcing the pain aside. Move. He can still fight. Red eyes lock onto the battlefield, noticing the way the Outsiders who can swarm it are still doing so, with the ones reliant on their powers likewise picking themselves out of a stunned impact.
Yato does get a nick in on the ribs, obviously going for the heart, but once the kaiju starts to shift and squirm, that heart moves elsewhere as it shapeshifts from a canine semblance to an avian cloak. Shit, so immortal and shapeshifting. He's feeling optimistic. As it takes off, Bakugo instantly notices its aversion to the glowing plants in the room. That's where he's headed now.]