[Bastard. He expected more interference from the unseen right, but the three minute, five minute pattern pumped out during their blitz through the forest and castle is no more reliable. Whether the kaiju can spam the rift's effects at will or it also needs a recharge period is the next question. As much as Bakugo's trained himself to fight well without his Quirk, taking his fists and knees to the shape-changing behemoth is a stupid ass idea.
But if this bastard's going to avoid something in the room, that's exactly the thing Bakugo's headed for. He crouches down beside the glowing plant, glancing from it to the creature as the unaffected Outsiders continue the assault. Wolfsbane. Fucking cliche. Probably explains why there are no silver decorations in the castle. Tch, make use of what he has.
Dodging another cultist without hesitation, Bakugo catches the guy by the back of the head and rams him right into the wall. The body slumps a ragdoll on the floor and he snatches the sickle-like item from his hand. Sparks fly with every bash against the stone, knocking old mortar free until the bricks and rocks came next. Chunking off enough stones to get a pile, he grabs the cultist's robes and rips strips from the hem. Binding a sprig of wolfsbane to the rock with one strip is enough to make a projectile. Four of them lie at his feet by the time the familiar heat sensation blooms again. Three and a half minutes...
Not reliable enough.
Someone's yelling at him. Bakugo jerks his head up in a glare.] DON'T ORDER ME AROUND!! I'M WORKING ON IT!! [Before a massive explosion slams into the kaiju's head as the blonde returns to the battle in full charge.]
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But if this bastard's going to avoid something in the room, that's exactly the thing Bakugo's headed for. He crouches down beside the glowing plant, glancing from it to the creature as the unaffected Outsiders continue the assault. Wolfsbane. Fucking cliche. Probably explains why there are no silver decorations in the castle. Tch, make use of what he has.
Dodging another cultist without hesitation, Bakugo catches the guy by the back of the head and rams him right into the wall. The body slumps a ragdoll on the floor and he snatches the sickle-like item from his hand. Sparks fly with every bash against the stone, knocking old mortar free until the bricks and rocks came next. Chunking off enough stones to get a pile, he grabs the cultist's robes and rips strips from the hem. Binding a sprig of wolfsbane to the rock with one strip is enough to make a projectile. Four of them lie at his feet by the time the familiar heat sensation blooms again. Three and a half minutes...
Not reliable enough.
Someone's yelling at him. Bakugo jerks his head up in a glare.] DON'T ORDER ME AROUND!! I'M WORKING ON IT!! [Before a massive explosion slams into the kaiju's head as the blonde returns to the battle in full charge.]