[Agreed, wholeheartedly. They need a goddamn break from all this shitshow, and that's coming from a god himself! Maybe once the new year rolls around, fine. But life, please give them a quiet holiday season. Please?
Hey, if he's a shitty god, then certain little punks are kids, so there! Honestly, though, Yato feels relieved too once Bakugo's back in the game; he trusts the other Outsiders plenty, but Bakugo has earned a little more of it to the point he feels safer and better able to act knowing the hero is there to watch his back.
He'll probably say as much both as praise and a means to fluster his teammate later. But for now... Yeah, better to focus on the fight and worry about the captives once that's done and over with. The sooner they finish the fight, the less likely the structure itself is to receive damage, he hopes, and that should make searching afterwards easier than feeling quite so rushed to prevent the cultists from sacrifcing more people. Or whatever they were doing here.]
Heh... Always with the big talk from you. I love it! [While Bakugo goes for the throat quite literally, Yato tries to keep its arms and legs out of the way, slashing at the former before stabbing at the latter. The brick? Well, he just whales away with the damn thing, trying to smack the friggin' kaiju upside the head with the wolfsbane, which proves a fine distraction so Bakugo can get his blasts in.
And then before he knows it there's the pain in his leg and the brick is snatched from his grasp; a good thing too, as he instinctively reaches for his injured leg. Fiery pain shoots through his limb and he stumbles, only remaining upright thanks to Bakugo catching him. He'd thank him for that were he not panting from the agony of being injured.
The wound itself isn't grievous, although it isn't just a mere scratch either, with blood steadily following from it and the pain preventing Yato from putting weight on the leg. He grits his teeth when he tries, folding back into a crouching position as he looks up at Bakugo with a grimace.]
How good are you with that Quirk of yours? Got enough control that you think you could use the heat to cauterize the wound? And y'know, not blow my leg off at the same time?
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Hey, if he's a shitty god, then certain little punks are kids, so there! Honestly, though, Yato feels relieved too once Bakugo's back in the game; he trusts the other Outsiders plenty, but Bakugo has earned a little more of it to the point he feels safer and better able to act knowing the hero is there to watch his back.
He'll probably say as much both as praise and a means to fluster his teammate later. But for now... Yeah, better to focus on the fight and worry about the captives once that's done and over with. The sooner they finish the fight, the less likely the structure itself is to receive damage, he hopes, and that should make searching afterwards easier than feeling quite so rushed to prevent the cultists from sacrifcing more people. Or whatever they were doing here.]
Heh... Always with the big talk from you. I love it! [While Bakugo goes for the throat quite literally, Yato tries to keep its arms and legs out of the way, slashing at the former before stabbing at the latter. The brick? Well, he just whales away with the damn thing, trying to smack the friggin' kaiju upside the head with the wolfsbane, which proves a fine distraction so Bakugo can get his blasts in.
And then before he knows it there's the pain in his leg and the brick is snatched from his grasp; a good thing too, as he instinctively reaches for his injured leg. Fiery pain shoots through his limb and he stumbles, only remaining upright thanks to Bakugo catching him. He'd thank him for that were he not panting from the agony of being injured.
The wound itself isn't grievous, although it isn't just a mere scratch either, with blood steadily following from it and the pain preventing Yato from putting weight on the leg. He grits his teeth when he tries, folding back into a crouching position as he looks up at Bakugo with a grimace.]
How good are you with that Quirk of yours? Got enough control that you think you could use the heat to cauterize the wound? And y'know, not blow my leg off at the same time?