[ While Bakugo works Godzilla literally thrums with energy. It's not a threat this time, the big guy's taking the chance to charge back up before getting into the thick of battle.
Speaking of the battle his spikey Friend has a point here, what is his next move? He only has a few more shots left of his atomic breath before he's spent, maybe it's time to mix it up? ]
Bah. One could return the statement on waisted energy, humans require updated patches more than myself.
[ Patching up.
Once Bakugo's done Godzilla stretches experimentally, head tilted downward as he inspects the young hero's work. Very thorough yet not restricting Godzilla's range of movement, the big guy not only nods with approval but gives Bakugo an honest to Mothra thumbs up. ]
One could think you have missed your calling in the healing arts, Friend Bakugo. My thanks and my apologies for my... lack of patience.
[ Patience is important, especially in battle, he's learned that in his lessons with Raidou. Speaking of which that leads into what he's decided his next move is. Reaching into the pocket space the glove on his one hand allows him access to Godzilla draws out his odachi, the oversized blade looking almost like a normal katana in proportion to him. ]
We shall bring her skull back to mount within the repaired feasting area, yes?
[ He's positively grinning with malice as he begins forward, taking hold of the sword's hilt in his mouth so he can go down to all fours and gallop forward at speed. Then he's gone, and on a building up ahead, gone again, on a taller building, gone again, and above the Imugi in the distance. Sword once more in hand, blade pointed straight down as he drops from a height. The Imugi must feel it because there's an angered roar and a strike of lighting, right onto Godzilla's head. Followed by a tail smack that catches the titan off guard and sends him flying through the side of a building.
Ouch.
About ten minutes later he's teleported back to Bakugo's position. He returns his blade to the hammerspace and shakes himself like some big scaled dog, dust and bits of rubble falling from his body. At least he doesn't have any new rends down to the bone? ]
She is vexingly persistent in the refusal to expire.
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Speaking of the battle his spikey Friend has a point here, what is his next move? He only has a few more shots left of his atomic breath before he's spent, maybe it's time to mix it up? ]
Bah. One could return the statement on waisted energy, humans require updated patches more than myself.
[ Patching up.
Once Bakugo's done Godzilla stretches experimentally, head tilted downward as he inspects the young hero's work. Very thorough yet not restricting Godzilla's range of movement, the big guy not only nods with approval but gives Bakugo an honest to Mothra thumbs up. ]
One could think you have missed your calling in the healing arts, Friend Bakugo. My thanks and my apologies for my... lack of patience.
[ Patience is important, especially in battle, he's learned that in his lessons with Raidou. Speaking of which that leads into what he's decided his next move is. Reaching into the pocket space the glove on his one hand allows him access to Godzilla draws out his odachi, the oversized blade looking almost like a normal katana in proportion to him. ]
We shall bring her skull back to mount within the repaired feasting area, yes?
[ He's positively grinning with malice as he begins forward, taking hold of the sword's hilt in his mouth so he can go down to all fours and gallop forward at speed. Then he's gone, and on a building up ahead, gone again, on a taller building, gone again, and above the Imugi in the distance. Sword once more in hand, blade pointed straight down as he drops from a height. The Imugi must feel it because there's an angered roar and a strike of lighting, right onto Godzilla's head. Followed by a tail smack that catches the titan off guard and sends him flying through the side of a building.
Ouch.
About ten minutes later he's teleported back to Bakugo's position. He returns his blade to the hammerspace and shakes himself like some big scaled dog, dust and bits of rubble falling from his body. At least he doesn't have any new rends down to the bone? ]
She is vexingly persistent in the refusal to expire.