[Bakugo's been swallowed by a kaiju once before; those fucking electric geckos in Tokyo. Not an experience he ever wants to repeat. If Yato wants to dive in, however, that's his business. Luckily for them, the creature's retching and stumbling drives it backwards into the waiting pound of other teammates, forcing the kaiju to contend with them while Bakugo can deal with Yato's injury. He isn't sure if they're making progress on the bastard, but every impact counts in these battles.
In the middle of his disarming, Bakugo makes sure to put a hand on Yato's chest and push him down. Sit, bastard. Staying crouched or standing will only put more pressure on his leg and the injury itself.] Get down, idiot.
[He really should get a tourniquet on that as well, but can't do both at the same time. Once he's got his hand free and stripped, Bakugo grabs the other end of Yato's scarf and swiftly circles it around the god's leg, above the injury. He'll use it as a bandage later, but right now, he fashions it into a proper and effective tourniquet. Cauterizing the wound while blood's still trying to flow out of it will make the situation worse. They have to lessen the blood flow first, then he can more efficiently seal it.
Ask him about his gear and costume later. Wait for it. As the bleeding starts to slow due to the binding, Bakugo works on clearing the injury of fabric as fast as he can, not wanting to sear clothing into Yato's wound. He can make out the scope of it better. There are no sparks or pops around his hand this tie. Rather concentrated heat, turning the surface of his palm orange to yellow. He's not about to slap down white hot and give Yato third degree burns on his leg. Bringing the injury as close to shut as possible with one hand, Bakugo lowers his other; with the proper angle and placement-] Brace yourself.
[-claps a section of his scalding palm over the one part of the bite. It's gonna hurt like fuck.]
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In the middle of his disarming, Bakugo makes sure to put a hand on Yato's chest and push him down. Sit, bastard. Staying crouched or standing will only put more pressure on his leg and the injury itself.] Get down, idiot.
[He really should get a tourniquet on that as well, but can't do both at the same time. Once he's got his hand free and stripped, Bakugo grabs the other end of Yato's scarf and swiftly circles it around the god's leg, above the injury. He'll use it as a bandage later, but right now, he fashions it into a proper and effective tourniquet. Cauterizing the wound while blood's still trying to flow out of it will make the situation worse. They have to lessen the blood flow first, then he can more efficiently seal it.
Ask him about his gear and costume later. Wait for it. As the bleeding starts to slow due to the binding, Bakugo works on clearing the injury of fabric as fast as he can, not wanting to sear clothing into Yato's wound. He can make out the scope of it better. There are no sparks or pops around his hand this tie. Rather concentrated heat, turning the surface of his palm orange to yellow. He's not about to slap down white hot and give Yato third degree burns on his leg. Bringing the injury as close to shut as possible with one hand, Bakugo lowers his other; with the proper angle and placement-] Brace yourself.
[-claps a section of his scalding palm over the one part of the bite. It's gonna hurt like fuck.]