Devil, for sure. [ an equally snappy answer before they separate in battle. for someone who experienced the sinister nature of devils, someone who's living it right now, he can reassure everyone on this mission that they are dealing with the lesser evil. then again, even denji knew this couldn't be it. there are other kaijus that are fated to carry a bigger threat, but so far the creatures before him seemed motivated by the urge to destroy. they rely on their strength and less on their craft, while devils tend to scheme, wait in the shadows, intelligent enough to find the ideal manner of breaking your soul before going in for a kill. the control devil is among them, sharing smiles and delights with everyone— conniving. it might take weeks, months, or even years. it doesn't matter; their lifespan is eternal and they will wait. kaijus ... or at least these orca-lookalikes are simpleminded for an equally simpleminded fellow. denji does not mind this one bit; it's kill or be killed.
bakugou has a plan. he was hoping for it so he wouldn't bother himself by thinking, and it was forward enough not to encourage any questions so he nodded in muted agreement. go for the legs, got it. the medic was guided to safety, or pushed to be exact, and that's when denji chose not to look back. if anyone else is stupid enough to step out and get caught in the mess, it's not his problem anymore. he was told to close his eyes, unsure why, but he played along. perhaps the hero is unaware of this tiny fact, but closing your eyes does fucking nothing! it was so bright- ... denji is almost certain this is exactly what it feels like to stare directly at the sun. even when it wasn't aimed at him, he was still blinded for a hot second.
fucking hell, that sucked. those fishes are up for a treat.
it hindered their approach as they lost focus of their prey, trying to grab into them blindly without any success. that's when denji's chainsaws escalated in stamina, loud, almost too loud, and he aimed for their legs; blades slashing through their skin and bones in a precise cut. as one blundered to the ground, denji got on top and shoved both his chainsaws right through the thick skull and what followed is a majestic blood bath. light steam started seeping out of the now open wound; the daggers of his chainsaws spinning so fast it was almost seething, spitting small pieces of flesh as they dug deeper, covering him in red from head to toe. that didn't stop the kaiju from rebelling, even under all the pain it managed to strike denji with its back claws, hoping to kill the half-devil before he did. denji didn't dodge it, he didn't stop either— it's fine. stab him all you want. it won't end until he splits that fucker's head into two.
it's strange— but even when he lacked human features, one might almost see denji smiling through it all.
the second kaiju is coming for him, but that's fine. he's not alone. bakugou is here. ]
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bakugou has a plan. he was hoping for it so he wouldn't bother himself by thinking, and it was forward enough not to encourage any questions so he nodded in muted agreement. go for the legs, got it. the medic was guided to safety, or pushed to be exact, and that's when denji chose not to look back. if anyone else is stupid enough to step out and get caught in the mess, it's not his problem anymore. he was told to close his eyes, unsure why, but he played along. perhaps the hero is unaware of this tiny fact, but closing your eyes does fucking nothing! it was so bright- ... denji is almost certain this is exactly what it feels like to stare directly at the sun. even when it wasn't aimed at him, he was still blinded for a hot second.
fucking hell, that sucked. those fishes are up for a treat.
it hindered their approach as they lost focus of their prey, trying to grab into them blindly without any success. that's when denji's chainsaws escalated in stamina, loud, almost too loud, and he aimed for their legs; blades slashing through their skin and bones in a precise cut. as one blundered to the ground, denji got on top and shoved both his chainsaws right through the thick skull and what followed is a majestic blood bath. light steam started seeping out of the now open wound; the daggers of his chainsaws spinning so fast it was almost seething, spitting small pieces of flesh as they dug deeper, covering him in red from head to toe. that didn't stop the kaiju from rebelling, even under all the pain it managed to strike denji with its back claws, hoping to kill the half-devil before he did. denji didn't dodge it, he didn't stop either— it's fine. stab him all you want. it won't end until he splits that fucker's head into two.
it's strange— but even when he lacked human features, one might almost see denji smiling through it all.
the second kaiju is coming for him, but that's fine. he's not alone. bakugou is here. ]