[They'll have to bring the owner in for questioning afterwards. The police squad he works on is aware of the sting. Once they have the core group in custody, he can call in the rest of the waiting force and round up the entire area. Bakugo wanted to take the point to prevent anyone else from getting hurt in the battle. Yato doesn't "count" cause he's not gonna get hurt.
He finishes off his drink and sets the glass down. No more for him now. It's time to get to business. They have one shot at this, but one shot's all Bakugo needs. Thankfully the bar's nice and warm, meaning he's got no problem activating his Quirk.]
Aa. [Both elbows elbows settle on the counter as he looks up at the reflective surface once more. Seems the table is none the wiser. He can't see anyone else in the bar who looks suspicious enough to warrant attention, but intends to keep moving for a bit even after they've taken out the group. Yato's on his way.
Taking his time. Whatever he's doing captures attention well enough. Bakugo waits until they're all focused before cupping both hands together. For a brief second, there's a flicker of charged up heat and energy, an explosion glowing in his palm. And instantly erupts in a massive flash. Not an explosion like he normally does, but rather an intense flare of light and heat without the force, smoke, or wind. A pure stun/flash grenade pouring out in a blinding flash.
As if the mother of all paparazzi find Table 3. That's all he needs before launching himself forward with another proper explosion, flashing over the table with one hand sweeping down amid a flurry of detonations amid the blinded, scrambling gang members.]
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He finishes off his drink and sets the glass down. No more for him now. It's time to get to business. They have one shot at this, but one shot's all Bakugo needs. Thankfully the bar's nice and warm, meaning he's got no problem activating his Quirk.]
Aa. [Both elbows elbows settle on the counter as he looks up at the reflective surface once more. Seems the table is none the wiser. He can't see anyone else in the bar who looks suspicious enough to warrant attention, but intends to keep moving for a bit even after they've taken out the group. Yato's on his way.
Taking his time. Whatever he's doing captures attention well enough. Bakugo waits until they're all focused before cupping both hands together. For a brief second, there's a flicker of charged up heat and energy, an explosion glowing in his palm. And instantly erupts in a massive flash. Not an explosion like he normally does, but rather an intense flare of light and heat without the force, smoke, or wind. A pure stun/flash grenade pouring out in a blinding flash.
As if the mother of all paparazzi find Table 3. That's all he needs before launching himself forward with another proper explosion, flashing over the table with one hand sweeping down amid a flurry of detonations amid the blinded, scrambling gang members.]