[Why the hell would he stand around and do shit while Scott got all the fun of shooting targets? He regularly sparred with and challenged his classmates during training rather than ducking out alone (even if it was more forcing them to fight for their lives while he tried blowing them up). Two people training together meant both had to work on something mutual. Scott, his aim, Bakugo, his reflexes. Precession versus speed, with reaction and reflex for both.
Arranging the backpack over his shoulders, he stalks into the newly-designed obstacle course, fully intending for Scott to follow him in sooner or later. Hills, ledges, pillars, basic shit this time around. He's never taken a full-powered optic blast from his friend (isn't sure he wants to), but he's been on the receiving end of a few crimson rays. Packs a fucking punch. Not like he's gonna let Scott hit him this time!]
Che! Bring it on, Shades! [*KA-BOOM!* Without warning! Explosions scorch the ground and he rockets to the side, leaving a fading smoke trail before bouncing off another in a jagged zigzag through the air. It'd be pointless to duck behind obstacles and stay there in hiding; Bakugo passes by them merely as ways of interrupting Scott's sight and either emerging out the other side or rebounding off another direction.]
Ngh! [Light snaps past his cheek, he throws his head back and lands on one hand- BOOM!-sends himself vaulting backwards until his feet hit the wall behind him. A crouch, muscles tense, BOOM! Good! Scott's not firing where he was, but rather aiming where he expects he's going to be. Bakugo cusses under his breath as they're forced to try and out-predict the other rather than rely on pure speed.]
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Date: 12/27/25 23:56 (UTC)Arranging the backpack over his shoulders, he stalks into the newly-designed obstacle course, fully intending for Scott to follow him in sooner or later. Hills, ledges, pillars, basic shit this time around. He's never taken a full-powered optic blast from his friend (isn't sure he wants to), but he's been on the receiving end of a few crimson rays. Packs a fucking punch. Not like he's gonna let Scott hit him this time!]
Che! Bring it on, Shades! [*KA-BOOM!* Without warning! Explosions scorch the ground and he rockets to the side, leaving a fading smoke trail before bouncing off another in a jagged zigzag through the air. It'd be pointless to duck behind obstacles and stay there in hiding; Bakugo passes by them merely as ways of interrupting Scott's sight and either emerging out the other side or rebounding off another direction.]
Ngh! [Light snaps past his cheek, he throws his head back and lands on one hand- BOOM!-sends himself vaulting backwards until his feet hit the wall behind him. A crouch, muscles tense, BOOM! Good! Scott's not firing where he was, but rather aiming where he expects he's going to be. Bakugo cusses under his breath as they're forced to try and out-predict the other rather than rely on pure speed.]