[By the time Bakugo goes to aim that explosion, Dodger is too committed to back out - teleporting would lead to him falling over, and wasting the limited amount of times he can teleport too early. So it lands, knocking Dodger off-balance, although he catches himself well enough with another flashy move.
The heat from the explosion doesn't bother him, and the force is dulled by his super-strength. But it still hurts, even if Dodger is able to compartmentalize it for now. He'd rather deal with that pain than start favoring one of his legs and give Bakugo a weakness to exploit.]
Look, call it what you want. If you win, it doesn't matter.
[Immediately he moves forward again, this time taking advantage of the fact that Bakugo hasn't seen much of his teleportation. He gives out a burst of flames from his body, mimicking the way he looks when he's about to teleport, before just aiming a punch at Bakugo's stomach.]
[It knocks the man off course but sends Bakugo flying to the side. He isn't sticking around to see where that deflected axe kick lands. One hand catches the ground, bouncing off in a quick spring, before landing on his feet. Where the hell'd that bastard go? Red eyes snap up from his rushing flurry of bangs, searching the area for Dodger's figure.
Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]
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Date: 1/12/26 13:02 (UTC)The heat from the explosion doesn't bother him, and the force is dulled by his super-strength. But it still hurts, even if Dodger is able to compartmentalize it for now. He'd rather deal with that pain than start favoring one of his legs and give Bakugo a weakness to exploit.]
Look, call it what you want. If you win, it doesn't matter.
[Immediately he moves forward again, this time taking advantage of the fact that Bakugo hasn't seen much of his teleportation. He gives out a burst of flames from his body, mimicking the way he looks when he's about to teleport, before just aiming a punch at Bakugo's stomach.]
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Date: 1/12/26 23:28 (UTC)Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]