[This isn't just seeing if Scott can hit the damn target! He wants to test his reaction speed, how he moves his body, what his plans are if his target won't stay the hell still and refuses to fall into a pattern! When everything else fades and only winning explodes into his mind in a glowing demand.
The closest one in his class to Scott is Aoyama firing sparkling blue beams from his Navel Laser Quirk. He didn't have nearly the amount of control the mutant did. Yet it brings back memories regardless... Another explosion engulfs the crimson blast, sending him backwards and throwing a massive swath of light in Scott's visor.
Tch! All this time, he'd been watching him. Realizing the mutant teen doesn't have the luxury of flooring his optic blasts forever. This isn't flooring it; he's picking and choosing, sniping lines and bolts in short staccato, forcing him to expend his own sweat and wear to dodge the-
*crack!*
SHIT! His eyes snap wide and he twists hard, slamming his back to the bank behind him. One wing target sizzles from is broken edges, clearly caught from behind. Dammit. Wasn't Scott who could had to deal with getting blinded. All those explosions and crimson blasts and Bakugo hadn't caught the bank shot.]
[A passing feeling of accomplishment runs through Scott as he manages that one hit, but he doesn't relent there-- already firing another blast at his friend that's momentarily caught off guard by his first hit. The training isn't over yet, so he isn't going to stop yet, maybe a flicker of ruthlessness in there that he doesn't even know or acknowledge himself. If he's going to be the leader of the X-Men, he has to be the best he can be during these things.
It feels doubly important since he's been the mutant for the least amount of time in his group. He's also far from the most powerful or even the one with the most amount of control, at least not without his visor. Kurt and Peter don't have trouble like this. Storm can already control her upgraded powers.
Plus, he hasn't had a good training session like this in a long time.]
[Tucked behind the pillar, he's safe from Scott's attacks, though keeps an eye on the front for any reflective parts the mutant might be using. Of course he set some up in the initial programming; this was part of Scott's training as well as his own. Snagging two chunks of stone from the nearby debris, Bakugo locks on, aims, and slings one after another. Glass shatters in loud evidence as he nails both mirrored surfaces, one only seconds before an optic blast splashes against the now-dull curve.
He reaches to the side and rips the broken target from his back harness. Might leave the weight lopsided, but it frees him of another five pounds. Falling silent, Bakugo holds out for a minute, then slings the target aside. Scott should be watching and waiting; he'd take the bait of movement flickering. At least that's the hope.
More than enough time for Bakugo to blast the opposite side and emerge in a flurry of explosive bursts. Left, right, up, down, back, forward, bouncing between the ruptures as the air heats up and collects around him. Smoke swiftly begins covering the space, broken and torn through by flaming lines and ruptures. Embedded within the sweltering cone, Bakugo drives forward in a spiraling tornado, one hand bursting with a charged-up explosion.]
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Date: 1/7/26 00:08 (UTC)The closest one in his class to Scott is Aoyama firing sparkling blue beams from his Navel Laser Quirk. He didn't have nearly the amount of control the mutant did. Yet it brings back memories regardless... Another explosion engulfs the crimson blast, sending him backwards and throwing a massive swath of light in Scott's visor.
Tch! All this time, he'd been watching him. Realizing the mutant teen doesn't have the luxury of flooring his optic blasts forever. This isn't flooring it; he's picking and choosing, sniping lines and bolts in short staccato, forcing him to expend his own sweat and wear to dodge the-
*crack!*
SHIT! His eyes snap wide and he twists hard, slamming his back to the bank behind him. One wing target sizzles from is broken edges, clearly caught from behind. Dammit. Wasn't Scott who could had to deal with getting blinded. All those explosions and crimson blasts and Bakugo hadn't caught the bank shot.]
Tch. Smart bastard.
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Date: 1/10/26 17:44 (UTC)It feels doubly important since he's been the mutant for the least amount of time in his group. He's also far from the most powerful or even the one with the most amount of control, at least not without his visor. Kurt and Peter don't have trouble like this. Storm can already control her upgraded powers.
Plus, he hasn't had a good training session like this in a long time.]
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Date: 1/11/26 00:10 (UTC)He reaches to the side and rips the broken target from his back harness. Might leave the weight lopsided, but it frees him of another five pounds. Falling silent, Bakugo holds out for a minute, then slings the target aside. Scott should be watching and waiting; he'd take the bait of movement flickering. At least that's the hope.
More than enough time for Bakugo to blast the opposite side and emerge in a flurry of explosive bursts. Left, right, up, down, back, forward, bouncing between the ruptures as the air heats up and collects around him. Smoke swiftly begins covering the space, broken and torn through by flaming lines and ruptures. Embedded within the sweltering cone, Bakugo drives forward in a spiraling tornado, one hand bursting with a charged-up explosion.]
HOWITZER-!
[This is him treating Scott as an equal.]
IMPACT!!