[Don't fluster him right now. He's in the mood enough to punt Yato towards the monster's mouth and tell him to gut it from the inside on the trip! Would he do it? Maybe. Who knows. It's better to cram that shitty brick into the creature's gullet instead and then bound away to clear any unsavory reactions to the allergic response. He'd rather not be close if the monster shapeshifts a million spikes or unleashes another burst of energy. They don't know what's going to happen, so caution's key.]
You wanna whimper at it, go right ahead, Bakami! [Bakugo scowls down at the injury, realizing it's not simply a scrape. There's blood, piercing, though not deep enough to render Yato's leg immobile. But apparently enough to momentarily cripple him. When the god looks up at him to ask that question, Bakugo's already unlocking his gauntlet from one arm. He slides it off over his hand, revealing the long sleeve glove and the metal gear underneath covering half his forearm up to his wrist. That band-like piece is what helps absorb his sweat and draw it into his arsenal.]
That's what I'm already doing. [He grips the glove between his teeth on the middle finger and pulls, sliding the entire thing, and the gear off his hand. While he doesn't have the same fine control as Endeavor and Shoto with their flames, he can manage a cauterizing burn well enough. But it works best without his glove and gauntlet, so he can see what he's doing and have more detailed control without a glove saturated in his explosive sweat.] Bite your scarf. It's gonna hurt.
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You wanna whimper at it, go right ahead, Bakami! [Bakugo scowls down at the injury, realizing it's not simply a scrape. There's blood, piercing, though not deep enough to render Yato's leg immobile. But apparently enough to momentarily cripple him. When the god looks up at him to ask that question, Bakugo's already unlocking his gauntlet from one arm. He slides it off over his hand, revealing the long sleeve glove and the metal gear underneath covering half his forearm up to his wrist. That band-like piece is what helps absorb his sweat and draw it into his arsenal.]
That's what I'm already doing. [He grips the glove between his teeth on the middle finger and pulls, sliding the entire thing, and the gear off his hand. While he doesn't have the same fine control as Endeavor and Shoto with their flames, he can manage a cauterizing burn well enough. But it works best without his glove and gauntlet, so he can see what he's doing and have more detailed control without a glove saturated in his explosive sweat.] Bite your scarf. It's gonna hurt.