[the damn thing had already dragged him out of the car?! how much did it want him?! bakugou lands on his feet behind the portal, unfortunately bounced from his own recoil into the air without being able to cram himself between the rift and his boyfriend. at least denji's on the ground, no longer being throttle by whatever the fuck this thing is. chainsaws out, still revving, a threat to anything foolish enough to come after him. no time to think or plan beyond instinctive desire. getting denji and himself away from this fucking thing is priority number one! another crackle of sparks and light snap around his hand, ready to blast the entire rift in a cacophony of explosions. lilith's been the only one he knows who can shut portals, so their options are limited to defense and evasion.]
Then get your ass up and move it! [if denji thinks for a second he's going to run and abandon him to the whims of this blasted unknown, he should start chopping his brain out of his helmet head right no- SHIT!! Moving! Light ruptures, deafening roar sounds, and he's rocketing backwards-] Guh! [almost bisects himself from how hard he reaches the end of his sudden tether. red eyes blaze down his body to his waist, finding a similar shadowy arm snared about his hips and lower abdomen, all fingers and weird ass thumb. hey! this wasn't a fucking trade! this was complete denial!]
Hands off, you fucking piece of trash! [he clamps both hands around darkness, shuddering as chill and ill race through his body at a single touch. no hesitation or reaction, only a massive eruption of explosions like machine gun fire, blasting into the limb snaring him in midair.] DIE!! [was this shitty thing listening in on them? were their concerns and fears enough to draw its attention? is some fucking thing in the air wanting to play a hellish trick on their preparations?! WHO THE FUCK CARES!! HE'S NOT LETTING THIS TAKE HIM!!] Let go, asshole!
[too many flashbacks of a hot hand around the nape of his neck, a smirking set of half-charred lips beside his ear, a mocking voice as darkness begins creeping around either side of his head. all the while watching a screaming, tearful face running towards him above a pair of busted arms. his name loud amid spit and blood. does he have to endure this humiliation again? how the fuck is this happening?! ... and yet above everything else, his instincts roar at him to make sure whatever's behind him isn't able to reach denji. a roar of metal and engine heralds lashing chain and clinking ribbon before the half-devil's chainsaw treads fly past his shoulder and loop around his torso. jerked taut once more, tug of war between his boyfriend and this unknown trash. he instantly grabs the chain and wraps his arm twist within it, screw the consequences of metal teeth biting into his skin. he'll heal up from a few scratches easily! his other arm is still letting loose an arsenal of blasts behind, above, beside, anywhere he can to try and shake the damn thing off!
but even as he fights, he feels a far greater strength snarled around his legs, creeping upward towards his waist. is this ichor planning to let him be torn in half?! ... a damn better choice than getting swallowed by whatever this is! fuck you! he'll lose his legs if it means avoiding death!] Dammit!
[this isn't any sneaky stealth spiriting him away, not like denji getting stolen from beside him in the middle of the night. instead, his boyfriend's here and present, fighting to keep him from this shitty thief. other outsiders had been blinked out, yanked away, leaving their friends and significant others unable to do shit. denji's doing a lot more than shit! fucking proud of him even in the midst of all this!] Get a message out to the others! And don't you dare stop fighting!
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Then get your ass up and move it! [if denji thinks for a second he's going to run and abandon him to the whims of this blasted unknown, he should start chopping his brain out of his helmet head right no- SHIT!! Moving! Light ruptures, deafening roar sounds, and he's rocketing backwards-] Guh! [almost bisects himself from how hard he reaches the end of his sudden tether. red eyes blaze down his body to his waist, finding a similar shadowy arm snared about his hips and lower abdomen, all fingers and weird ass thumb. hey! this wasn't a fucking trade! this was complete denial!]
Hands off, you fucking piece of trash! [he clamps both hands around darkness, shuddering as chill and ill race through his body at a single touch. no hesitation or reaction, only a massive eruption of explosions like machine gun fire, blasting into the limb snaring him in midair.] DIE!! [was this shitty thing listening in on them? were their concerns and fears enough to draw its attention? is some fucking thing in the air wanting to play a hellish trick on their preparations?! WHO THE FUCK CARES!! HE'S NOT LETTING THIS TAKE HIM!!] Let go, asshole!
[too many flashbacks of a hot hand around the nape of his neck, a smirking set of half-charred lips beside his ear, a mocking voice as darkness begins creeping around either side of his head. all the while watching a screaming, tearful face running towards him above a pair of busted arms. his name loud amid spit and blood. does he have to endure this humiliation again? how the fuck is this happening?! ... and yet above everything else, his instincts roar at him to make sure whatever's behind him isn't able to reach denji. a roar of metal and engine heralds lashing chain and clinking ribbon before the half-devil's chainsaw treads fly past his shoulder and loop around his torso. jerked taut once more, tug of war between his boyfriend and this unknown trash. he instantly grabs the chain and wraps his arm twist within it, screw the consequences of metal teeth biting into his skin. he'll heal up from a few scratches easily! his other arm is still letting loose an arsenal of blasts behind, above, beside, anywhere he can to try and shake the damn thing off!
but even as he fights, he feels a far greater strength snarled around his legs, creeping upward towards his waist. is this ichor planning to let him be torn in half?! ... a damn better choice than getting swallowed by whatever this is! fuck you! he'll lose his legs if it means avoiding death!] Dammit!
[this isn't any sneaky stealth spiriting him away, not like denji getting stolen from beside him in the middle of the night. instead, his boyfriend's here and present, fighting to keep him from this shitty thief. other outsiders had been blinked out, yanked away, leaving their friends and significant others unable to do shit. denji's doing a lot more than shit! fucking proud of him even in the midst of all this!] Get a message out to the others! And don't you dare stop fighting!